Yes by the title you may think that I am excited that posies are popping up in my yard giving way to true signs of spring, we have violets, and other cute little flowers too along with my husbands nemesis the dandelion. I truly believe the dandelion is the nemesis to every man who mows his lawn. My 3-year old son though loves to pick them and wants them in vase as soon as possible, who am I to say no. But this post is not about the posies popping up in my yard.
Can anyone tell me why my baby’s pants, sweatshirts, and t-shirts have pockets? I mean besides to look super adorable and for us as parents to look at in the store and say “oh my gosh, so cute, and look at the little pockets.” Not once has my 2nd born used said pockets for pacifiers, wipes, or anything useful to him. My first born is obsessed with singing twinkle twinkle and turning everything in daily life into lyrics to that cute tune, which is now imprinted in my brain on a daily life, along with the Mickey Mouse Club “hot dog” song which will be the death of me, especially when I’m singing it around the house with no child in sight. Perhaps this mouse is MY nemesis?!
Anyways, I digress and back to the pockets, so before twinkle it was all about having a pocketful of posies. And recently with the posies popping up my son may have actually filled one said pocket with posies, the three-year old son, not the baby. But I’m sure you figured that out. Finding all sorts of things in my 3-year olds pockets has been fun, especially after a trip to the beach or playtime in the sandbox, then its mostly sand that I find and it goes everywhere. But we are entering sand season, so I should just get used to it. The pockets of toddlers are at least functionally, not in anyway that makes me happy really though. Do I want to find bugs, sand, rocks and random beach trash in his pockets, not really. Although my Mom tells me I would almost always have worms, bugs and even frogs in my own as a youngster.
I figured the gap would probably make jeans for babies with what looks like pockets but not actually be functioning, but there is room in there for stuff. I guess the baby pockets are for cuteness factor alone, or perhaps I will start using them. Maybe put a baby cell phone in there, or a small baby-size wallet (with chain of course cause my baby is a badass)?!
What fun and crazy things have you found in your children’s pockets these days? Anyone find something in a baby pocket?!
A nice red, a chilled white, really just pour me a glass already.
Each month I try to write a good amount for each post. But sometimes this Mom gets busy and so I often will just write something short& sweet. So here is my first “Short & Sweet” post.
We moved to the Cape a year and a half ago and that fall as we settled in my son started pre-school in Eastham. Almost every week picking him up we’d drive home and after the rotary we would continue on 6 towards Brewster and along that stretch of the road there is almost always one of those big empty liter bottles of wine. A couple weeks ago I noticed two. It got me thinking, where did this wine come from, what is its back-story. As a breastfeeding Mom I have had a (one ok maybe two) glass here and there, not too often, or is it not often enough?! So if you find yourself heading down route 6 after the rotary, look along the side of that road and perhaps you too will notice that random wine bottle and come up with your own backstory for it. But I really think some Mom and her girlfriends enjoyed that bottle and had some laughs. How it ended up on the road though who knows.
almost over, but in these winter months when it’s harder to get outside with the kids and find things to keep them busy even the tons of toys they have are not enough, at the end of the day when your little cuties are in bed sleeping away looking so innocent and cute, it’s nice to finish off your evening with a glass of wine. I think it’s well deserved, along with some mindless viewing of something on the DVR.
I’m not saying you need to self-medicate with wine, or it’s the crutch that gets us through the day. But after bedtime I like to have a glass of wine or beer before I myself go to bed. It’s not a 7-day a week treat, but it is a treat that I look forward to some evenings. So Cheers to you, whether it’s 2-buck chuck or a more expensive label enjoy and although we got snow last night, today is officially the last day of winter. Bring on the margaritas!
Happy Holidays! Am I the only one who thinks all holidays are going overboard each year? I feel like every time I go into the grocery store the next major holiday is on display and beating me over the head. In August I swear the Halloween candy was out, and the day after it becomes Thanksgiving Central and a kind of shared Christmas palooza. Once the Turkey is in the pan and done it is all Christmas all the time. Friends are posting the day after Thanksgiving that they have their Christmas trees up and elves are on the shelf. Ok, it’s the first week of December and I’ll admit that we did get our tree, its up but not yet decorated. As a Mom of an almost three year-old and new three month old I feel the holiday pressure a little more than I did in my single child free days. What holiday traditions do I need to begin with my boys, how young is too young for an elf on the shelf, when do I find time to make Christmas cookies, wrap presents, ride the polar express, how do I keep them (and myself) away from excessive sweets and being spoiled by everything that comes along in the month of December.
family playing the YMCA and Mickey Mouse’s’I Love a Parade, parading all around the house. Most of this was played on vinyl until the latter years. Christmas morning we had to get the stockings and pull everything out of them before we even got a look at the living room where the tree and regular presents were. One year there was a bicycle for my brother, a hamster, a kitten for me, a camera for Mom, the year Nintendo came out found my brother complaining about sore thumbs at bedtime. Each year my Grandmother would take me to Boston to see the Nutcracker, and we would drive along 6A on the Cape and see all of the beautiful houses decorated with lights.
their Christmas lights and all I heard was“WOWWW.” His excitement and awe just made me smile and look at his Dad, what a nostalgic moment. We went to see Santa arrive at the Cove in Orleans; he was more excited about the boat than the big guy. When I asked him what he wants from Santa he says presents and lights, no specific toy just what Christmas is about in his 3 year-old mind. We don’t feel the need to take him to sit on Santa’s lap when he isn’t sure what he’s all about, which additionally saves us time in line. Seeing the lights though, that will be something to do, something I look forward to. On a dark evening before Christmas, maybe with Grandpa and Grandma in the car we will drive up and down 6A and relive our youth through his beautiful big blue eyes. Small doses, less pressure to do everything, and honestly we all exist more peacefully by doing less while we can.
I am grateful for such a strong community, amazing family and friends. I feel blessed this holiday season. Bring on the overplayed Christmas carols and sugar cookies. Tis the Season.