What's your favorite piece of baby gear? You know, the thing you discovered and were like, "How could anyone ever have a baby without this?"
For us, it just may be the baby straightjacket.
I learned from Google that it's actually called a swaddler (and in retrospect it may not have been a great idea to Google "baby straightjacket" because it makes my search history look so incriminating).
It's got these great Velcro tabs to keep the swaddle nice and tight. My baby's arms just freak him out too much.
A friend dropped off a gift for the baby, and how cute is this little guy?
The 2-year-old immediately started carrying him around and calling him "Belcome" (rhymes with "welcome") for some reason, and the name stuck.
In fact, I just overheard one of the older kids asking, "Hey, where's Belcome?"
I'm excited about this because my children have always been so matter-of-fact when naming their stuffed animals. Every single one of them is called "Color + Species." For example, say hello to one of our oldest and most well-loved stuffed animals, Pink Bear:
|Pink Bear: first in a very long line of the most boringly-named stuffed animals ever.|
"Belcome" could be the beginning of something.
Sometimes there are events in the life of a mom of 6 kids that are almost too weird to believe. For two hours on Wednesday evening, I was completely alone.
Usually in order to get some of this fabled "me time," I have to consult my almanac for the alignment of no less than 3 planets and schedule everything a month in advance.
But this time it happened completely spontaneously.
One of our kids is on a school trip, one was at art class, and Phillip drove one to soccer practice and took the other two to play at the playground next to the soccer field. I was left at home with just the baby, and he was asleep!
I literally did not know what to do with myself. I may have eaten a bunch of Reddi-wip straight out of the can. There was no right and wrong in that moment.
This past Sunday was my birthday, but honestly it's been so crazy around here with having a baby and visitors and Phillip getting a new job and the usual end-of-school madness that I don't think any of us remembered until the night before.
Actually, I know we didn't because Phillip looked absolutely horrified when I realized and announced at 9 PM on Saturday night that tomorrow was my birthday.
"I'm sorry I forgot," he said.
I shrugged. "That's okay, I forgot yours."
"Yeah, but I needed that!"
(For how that happened and Phillip's prophetic statement about it, see Take #3 here.)
So I think he's a little sad that he gave up his Get Out of Jail Free card so soon, but it wasn't like he totally blew it. We've been into desserts in a mug lately so he made me a personal-sized birthday cake and all was forgiven.
My birthday treat (see previous take) was delicious but when I went to take a picture it turned out looking awful.
When I expressed my frustration, Phillip pointed out that real food bloggers take an hour setting up the shoot, plus they wait for the perfect lighting and use a $1,500 camera.
As opposed to what we were doing, which was trying to snap a quick shot while nursing the baby on the couch after the kids' bedtime with a point-and-shoot camera that was a lightning deal on Amazon 5 years ago.
Makes sense, I guess.
In other bad food photography news this week, please meet acorn squash feta cheese casserole.
|Try to contain your enthusiasm.|
You're right, it does look like fake plastic vomit. It looked even more like it before I smoothed it out in the casserole dish.
Unfortunately, I couldn't blame these pictures on poor lighting. It really did look like puke, and only tasted slightly better than it looked.
Question of the week from my 10-year-old: Why do they have commercials for car dealerships on the radio? You're probably listening to it in the car, which means you already have one.
Never thought about that before, but the child has a point.