People really need to start telling me things.
For example, when Dylan was a year-old, I was still using the newborn size nipples with her bottles. I could not understand why it took the girl SO LONG to finish a bottle. Until thankfully, some mother just happened to mention that nipples come in different sizes.
Well, my god, why didn’t someone tell me sooner? It’s like one of those Oprah Aha moments except that I should of “Aha’d” about 8 months earlier.
Can you imagine how frustrated young Dylan was?
She must have been thinking, “I’m sucking this thing with everything I got and I’m barely getting a dribble. I don’t have the energy for this. My mom needs to smarten up, march herself over to that Buy Buy Baby and get me some toddler size nipples. Damn. I wish I could talk.”
This time around it was Greenstylemom who saved my arse.
I just happened to check out her blog on the eve of the big Valentine’s Day when I really should have been paying attention to my children. She had her own way-too-late-Aha-moment.
She wrote that last year, she brought her daughter to preschool on Valentine’s Day and was a bit horrified to learn that all the other kids had cute valentine’s to hand out. Her daughter – nothing.
WHAT?! I. am. panicked.
What time is it? 6:37 pm. I call Rick at work.
Me: You MUST pick up valentine’s cards on your way home. Something from the drugstore. For Dylan to give to her friends at school. Oh my gosh, I hope they are not sold out. Buy something. ANYTHING.
A Peanuts 32-pack purchased for $1.99. Wow. Isn’t that what my mom paid in 1975?
Rick and I stayed up late, putting the valentine’s together. We even had a slight disagreement about the fastest way to label and fold the cards. My technique was obviously vastly superior.
The next morning, poor Dylan did not know what was going on when I thrust the little Snoopy cards into her hand and told her to give them to her classmates and teachers.
I tried again.
Nope. Not having it.
I finally had to rely on her friend Ella to help me pass them out. Ella was THRILLED.
I was relieved.
Now I can eat all of Dylan’s Valentine’s Day loot
without feeling like a subpar mom.
Well, I had a slight tinge of subparness because we didn’t bring in sweet little treats. Or homemade cards. Or cute gift bags.
But heck, Snoopy from Walgreens rocks it.
And that evening, Rick gave me two dozen roses…
…even though, as you may recall, I described Valentine’s Day as ridiculously predictable, stale and manufactured. The guy does not scare easily.
I’m thinking he wanted to make sure he was covered. Just in case, I started feeling a little love for the holiday. Which I kind of did.
Of course, both of us caught some kind of romantic stomach virus too.
And then just before I went to bed. I discovered this
in the bathroom.
Where did this guy come from?
Is he a loner or part of a larger gang? Where is the gang? Did they go out for beer? Are they coming back?
So I woke up Rick because really, the THING was big and fat and I did not want to deal. I’m just the photographer. So he killed it and went back to bed.
mama bird notes
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