It’s a dangerous world we live in. For our littles, it can be even more dangerous. There are hazards that parents don’t think of. There are product recalls. And then, of course, there’s the exploratory nature of children. In order to help us better protect our children from these ideas, September is Child Safety Month. Link up your posts!
Check out this blue eyed beauty! She’s definitely 100% Canadian with that moose on her shirt. She’s modeling a BumGenius 4.0 in the Chelsea Perry Artist Series. The red is called Concrete Jungle. These diapers are discontinued, but are absolutely amazing to have if you’re fortunate enough to have collected them!
There are things that I don’t get. One thing that I don’t get is theft. Okay, I get the theft of life saving medication and food. Those are sign of desperation, signs of social ills, et cetera. But I don’t get stealing things that belong to a child.
A friend of mine back in the States is moving. Of course, that means that things are a bit chaotic; there are things at both houses and stuff going up at the new house and being taken down at the old one. That’s all part of moving across town.
One of the things that was waiting was her daughter’s play set. It was one of those mammoth wooden ones that I’d love to have in my own backyard. It was still fully assembled at the old house with plans to move it before the old house was sold. Those plans have been scrapped.
Not, of course, because they decided to abandon their daughter’s play set. Those plans had to change because someone else decided that they needed that play set more than the family who owned it. Someone (or some people; those things are enormous) went in the yard, took it apart, and stole it.
How messed up is that?
I’m a big believer in things coming back on a person. Call it karma. Call it the Biblical principle of one reaping what one sows. Either way, it comes out the same way. I suspect that the thieves will not truly benefit from this. Aside from it being an incredibly low thing to do, I imagine that the thieves will get no joy from the joy they’ve attempted to steal from that family. In fact, I’m envisioning nothing but grief.
I’m hoping that the thieves who stole it experience a teachable moment for themselves and their families so that this particular behavior is not repeated. How would you turn this into a teachable moment for your child?
Everyone in the world has some scary things that just make their skin crawl. (Come on. Even if it’s not fear of something tangible, like… fear of the number thirteen, also known as triskaidekaphobia.) Day two of the “thirty things my kids should know” challenge focuses on just that: three legitimate fears and how they became fears.
How Rats Became Scary Things
Like most things that seriously creep me out, I blame my mother for causing me to be afraid of rats. When I was a little girl, a swamp rat got into the bathroom. My mother saw it, closed the door screaming, and jammed towels under the door to make sure that it couldn’t get out. She screamed for my father to kill it and he went in with a shovel. While he was in there, my mother was terrified and wouldn’t let me get down off the bed.
Thanks, Mom. Now I can’t stand any form of rodent with a tail.
How Snakes Became Scary Things
Once again, I have to say “Thanks, Mom!” Again, I was a little girl. We had finches in a massive walk-in cage in one of the rooms. Finches are like snake bait. Somehow, a snake was on the freaking wall. My mother panicked, snatched me up, and screamed for my dad. Once again, she ran off with me while my father came in with a shovel.
sigh. And now snakes are just creepy. Fortunately, we don’t have snakes in British Columbia. That alone makes it a place worth living.
How Getting Separated Became a Scary Thing
When I was a little girl, maybe three or so, I got separated from my parents at the Sears store at University Mall in Tampa. My mother was looking in one area and my dad was in another. I was with my mom, wanted to join my dad in the tools section, and got lost. Obviously, I ended up back with my parents, but that was largely due to a lady who held my hand and walked with me until we found them. I was worried that they forgot me and left. To this day, I’m still not too hot on separating when shopping. I think the only reason Im okay with it now is because of the creation of cell phones. Well, that and I know my husband won’t forget me.
Do you have weird scary things that bother you?
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On Thanksgiving (Columbus Day if you live in the States), my husband and I were driving home from my in-laws’ house after dinner. We turned to go home and saw some green in the sky. I was amazed and asked my husband, “Is that Northern Lights?” He said that it was, so instead of continuing to our house (and towards the city), we turned the opposite direction. We parked outside of a gravel quarry and turned off the van. These pictures are ones that my husband took outside of our van.
There’s one cloth diaper gift I consistently love to give to my friends who are either new to using cloth diapers or are just having a baby. I chose this cloth diaper gift for a few reasons: 1.) It’s a great diaper. 2.) It’s gender neutral. 3.) It’s really, really awesome.
That diaper? The Happy Heinys Glow in the Dark Skulls diaper. I love that diaper. It’s a pocket diaper, which is the same type as the majority of my cloth diaper stash. I chose the snap closures, although I had the option between snaps and Velcro when I bought them. Every single one of my friends loved that diaper, too. It was a really, really hard diaper to find… and I had super easy access because Cozy Bums, my local diaper dealer, sold it. A friend of mine has been jonesing for that particular diaper, so I was going to get it for her. And then I discovered that it was discontinued.
It’s been a while since this mommy blogger has actually… well, blogged. Quite frankly, the lack of blogging isn’t because life is boring and there’s nothing to blog about. If anything, it’s because there are so many things going on and so much awesome that I’m having a hard time even getting my thoughts in order. Norton has had his birthday, he’s had four toddler gymnastics classes, and he went to his second speech playgroup today. We’ve discovered the most amazing toddler app ever, and new fun toys for my boy. I’m approaching 38 weeks pregnant and going crazy from that. I’ve been in early labor for over a week now, and I’m so ready to get this kid out!
I just look back over the last week and to even think about writing it down (which I really do want to do since this is my defacto baby book and pregnancy chronicle as well), is just intensely crazy. So, here’s hoping I can get my act together and start blogging. And posting pictures of my gorgeous boy. (And, hey, maybe having this baby so that I can start posting pics of her, too.)
So how are you doin’?
I should state for the record that I am an absolute nut when it comes to the dogs. Winston the Wonder Chihuahua and T’akaya the Brilliant Border Collie are spoiled rotten and add a lot to the family. So that puts this under the category of rant. Consider yourself forewarned.
Lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of animals being rehomed on my local buy/sell page. This is something that I have a really hard time relating to; rehoming has always been something done with friends and family on the rare occasions that it’s been done at all. It’s never been done because we just plain couldn’t keep an animal for some reason. It’s always been because the friend/family member essentially fell in love with that pet and the feeling was mutual…. plus, for some reason, my parents had determined that they needed that pet more than we did. A little old lady family friend who had recently lost her spouse. A lonely grandmother. A confirmed bachelor who was terribly lonely after his hounddog died. It’s things of that nature.
It’s hard for me to imagine just not being able to keep a pet for some reason. It’s even harder for me to imagine giving a pet that I loved and adored, who was part of the family, to strangers.
So, yeah. I’ve been MIA for about a week. Ridiculous. And it’s not like I haven’t had anything to blog about. I’ve had plenty to blog about, but life has been just busy. Ultrasounds, normal parenting stuff, holiday stuff, and insomnia are all contributing to the problem, along with the depression that I’ve been dealing with. But today? It’s going to be a better day. I’m going to get stuff done. And I’ll stop being a lazy blogger and get back to chronicling my adventures with Norton.
Or maybe I’ll just go back to bed. *yawn*