That’s it, you’re going in time out…

The “baby” is now over a year and half. Can I still call her a baby? And since I’m asking, can I still call it baby fat? What about maternity pants? Why do Pajama Jeans still look so appealing? Where’s my credit card…

Anyway, now that we are screaming (literally) toward our terrible two’s it’s time to set some tough limits.

Audrey didn’t appreciate it.

The other day was a changing point in the parent-child-dog relationship when my beautiful sweet child crawled her little fat self onto the couch to pet her dog, instead grabbing the sleeping wiener dog by the EARS and throwing her to the floor.

Oh no she did not just do that…

For the first time in her life, I picker her up by her arms and sat this kid down in time out.

Cue hysterics.

Hers, not mine.

She cried and cried and cried and I stood there telling her NO and that she hurt the dog and that was a Bad Bad Bad thing.

Worst part is that my kid is hilarious. Like really hilarious.

In the midst of my lecture (that I’m sure was more for show for the dog than for her), she looks up at me, red teary eyes, drool from the mouth and says, “Hi Mama”…waving and all.

The fact that I wasn’t able to keep a straight face probably just ruined any shot I had at discipline in the future.

Oh yeah and then there’s her father…

She doesn’t like to be in trouble and at the slightest hint of discord, will throw her arms around your neck giving you the warmest sweetest little hug and smile in the world. How do you say ‘manipulative little bugger’ in kid speak?

The last time she did this in front of us both, I just looked at Rutherford with that ‘see how she is?’ look I have come accustomed to showing him.

All he says is “I’m buying everything she’s selling”.

I am so screwed.

Yeah so cute, 2 seconds later she flipped the dog water bowl all over the kitchen floor.

What do you guys do when you’re supposed to be serious and you just…can’t. Is it like my brother used to tell me he would think of them he, ahem, needed to calm down…”Margret Thatcher naked in the snow…Margret Thatcher naked in the snow…dead puppies..dead puppies..”

Review: Having A Ball Alphabet Pop Top by Bright Starts

Every parent knows the sign of a great new toy: You look down to see a naked leg.

Meaning, the screaming whining demanding sticky mess that you birthed is no longer attached to it and is instead playing and giggling happily with said toy.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Having A Ball Alphabet Pop Top by Bright Starts!


PRODUCT INFO:

Having a Ball™ Alphabet Pop Top™

Toddlers will have a ball with the Alphabet Pop Top™! Just push the plunger and watch the top spin with dancing lights, sounds, and melodies.  For an extra surprise, after the third push, the cute character balls pop out to delight toddlers!  The light-up buttons teach ABC’s, colors, and objects.
 
Features:
  • Push the plunger to spin the top and hear silly sounds, lights, and melodies
  • Melodies play while character balls spin around and then pop out for laugh out loud fun
  • Light up buttons teach ABC’s, colors, and objects
  • Each character ball is removable making them great for on-the-go fun
Additional Features:
  • Includes 2 AA batteries
  • Includes 4 character balls

Age: 6 Months & Up

Sold at Toys R’ Us
   

As soon as this baby came out of the shipping box, Boogie was all over it and unlike a few other toys, it was easy for her to figure it out so she was into it immediately.

This is seriously a cute toy. Upon pushing the button at the top, the entire toy spins around ejecting 1 or all of the 4 animal balls. Kid gets up, puts them back and starts over. 


It’s EXERCISE! Brilliant. 


Seriously though, this toy lights up, has cute songs and keeps the kid engaged for far longer than other toys I’ve seen. Boogie is going through a “ball” phase so it ties together many of her favorite things.


As a parent you will also appreciate that it has LOTS of different songs (instead of one annoying that will seer into your brain causing you to remove the batteries the batteries to die. Awe sad.). In related great news: it’s not too loud. We have a few toys that Boogie LOVES that will startle everyone in the house when turned on.



In the end, I would HIGHLY recommend this toy as a gift or for your own child. Or you could just come by and play with ours, if you can pry it out of Boogie’s chubby little hands.


Great news everyone!
To celebrate the launch of the Having a Ball toddler toy line, Bright Starts is holding a contest to give away 5 Get Rollin’ Activity Tables on their Facebook page! Just go visit them on Facebook to enter for your chance to win this awesome new toy. Easy peasy! Contest runs from August 25 to September 9. 


Good luck!



San Diego or bust.

Lots of big and exciting things going on around here.

First off, I will be making the big move to WordPress soon, I’ll keep you all updated. Also getting a big ‘ol fancy domain name. I feel so grown up!

I am also working on a review for you guys for a new toy from Bright Starts and once I can get it out of Boogie’s tight grasp I’ll be sure to tell you all about it.

And lastly I have some BIG BIG BIG news….but I’m not going to tell you about it now. You’re just going to have to wait.

Now on to the latest in the life of the better half…

We took out show on the road this past weekend. Rutherford has family in San Diego and since those burning in hell look to us Arizonans with sympathy, we felt it was time to get out of dodge.

Just in case you don’t know…San Diego is exactly 6 hours from Phoenix. Yup, six freaking hours!! As in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…6 hours in a car with a child that has now learned to walk so staying in one place for too long is completely unheard of.

I was beginning to think I had lost my damn mind.

If you have been keeping up with me here you know that I am an over preparer. If I am only going to need 2 diapers, I bring 4. Quick trip to the grocery store I bring snack cup, juice cup, woobie and a sweater just in case it’s chilly in the frozen food section. Over night stay? Forgetaboutit, we’re now talking 2 to 3 bags of crap. So a 6 hour car trip to the beach….I started prepping 2 weeks prior.

1 suit case.

1 diaper bag.

1 stroller.

1 pack and play.

1 bag of food and snacks (with cooler bag for juice and soy milk bottles).

1 bag or toys for the car.

1 iPad fully charged with 3 season of Yo Gabba Gabba.

2 woobies….

Oh yeah, and a suit case for Rutherford and I.

Check, check, check…

Hang on, I’m tired just thinking about it again. I think I need to lie down.

Okay, I’m good now.

In the end I was pretty impressed with myself, and more so with how well Boogie did.

We decided to leave at 6pm on Thursday, hoping the kid would sleep on the way there. Yeah, not so much. She fell asleep about 45 minutes before we got there so we got a good 5 hours of non-stop Yo Gabba Gabba. Do you want to know any song? Cuz I can sing it to you…I know it… It’s burned into my brain…

We were so happy to be in San Diego with family and all we needed was a good nights sleep and we were good as new.

Check out the pics…

Our amazing hosts, the Fracassi Family!

Boogie’s first beach trip.

She wasn’t too sure about the sand.
Daddy’s girl.
Little cousin Mateo. I tried to steal him.
Cousin Dominic. How freakin’ cute is this kid?!
Boogie discovered swings on this trip, now we need to buy her one.
So cool.

We had the most wonderful trip and are happy to be home now after another 6 hours in the car listening to Yo Gabba Gabba.

Arizona managed to get a smidge closer to the sun while we were gone. Not sure how that happens. 

We want to thank the Fracassi family for being so wonderful and welcoming to us. We love you guys and had the best time. We will be back soon, we promise! Give those boys hugs and kisses for us.

Love.

Bright Starts Pretty In Pink Walk-a-Bout Review

My little Princess Boogie Boo is getting so big. Every time we turn around she is doing something new. But what she is not doing yet it walking…

Luckily, I was recently contacted by Bright Starts to see if I would like to check out their new walker and I jumped at the chance. We have been using it for about a week now and I am ready for give my review…

Drum roll please…..

We LOVE it!

What’s not to love! How stinkin’ cute is this to begin with?

I know right? The colors are so cute and sweet, the attached toys are engaging, fun and allow for me to attach additional toys or a sippy cup holder.

Here’s what Bright Starts has to say about it:

Learning to walk has never been this much fun! The Bright Starts™ Pretty in Pink™ Walk-a-Bout™ is perfect for baby girls who are on the move.  The high back seat provides extra support as baby is perfecting those steps and getting stronger.  Also, the 3 position height adjustment allows the Pretty in Pink™ Walk-a-Bout™ to grow with baby and be used over time.  3 fun toys and 2 links for attaching more toys will keep baby entertained while on the move.  The Pretty in Pink™ Walk-a-Bout™ conveniently folds for storage.
 

Here’s what I have to say about it:

When it first comes out of the box, it is in a few pieces but I found it VERY easy to put together, even with a curious kid hanging on to your pants saying “Mama Mama Mama…” and I only smashed my finger once! And for someone who walks into walls pretty regularly, that’s a great sign.

As I was first putting the seat portion together I noticed how easily the washable fabric comes off for cleaning and how narrow the seat itself is. This makes the walking motion easier as opposed to the more stiff or bulky fabric seats I’ve seen with other walkers. It also has 3 easily adjustable height differences and collapses down to a very low profile which is good for travel or storage. The base is more narrow then old bulky walkers but still very stable so I can see this being great for people in smaller homes, apartments or places with narrower hallways.

Now comes the real test, how would Boogie do in it? Now, this isn’t our first rodeo when it comes to walkers. We were given a 5 year old hand-me-down boy themed walker a few months ago from my sister-in-law. Audrey hated it. She liked to play with with toys on the tray but all she would do it go backwards.

Sit her in. Watch her back into a wall. Turn her around. Watch her back into the opposite wall. Turn her around.

Rinse and repeat.

So I wasn’t really expecting too much when I finally put her in it. Observe what happened next…

Do you notice anything about these photos Um, maybe that they are not in focus? Yeah hard to get good photos when THE KID WON’T SIT STILL!

It was amazing.

I put her in and off she went! IN A FORWARD DIRECTION! Like she had been doing it all along!

I had to take this video…

Does she look happy or what?

Also, notice I have all real wood floors which worried me at first since real wood can be damaged easily but so far I haven’t seen one scratch, scrape or dent!

Next came a safety concern… We have a sunken formal living room that is now used as a play room that means a step…DOWN.

And it happened. I turned around and saw she was right on the edge and before I could run to save her life….. Hey wait, what happened? Why did Boogie just not plummet the 6 inches to her doom?

She’s stuck. Stuck? Wha?

Those white strips are actually bumpers or stoppers, when they touch the ground they actually stop the walker from moving entirely. This is, in my opinion, the best feature for the type of house we have.

We even took the walker to test it out over at my in-law’s house where she has tile floors and several area rugs since I was curious how it would do on those. The rugs didn’t seem to slow her down one bit with the exception of one small one but it slides and has fringe so it was just moved out of the way while we were there.

They also have a back patio with a step which the safety stoppers worked perfectly on and a back walkway covered in pavers that was no match for my newly mobile monkey!

Momo & Papa’s back patio.

In the end, everyone in the family is happy. Rutherford loves being chased up and down the hallways by a laughing and screaming Boogie. I love that I know I can set her in there and not have to worry about her trying to climb into the fireplace to eat rocks (Worlds Best Mom Award!) and that she is safe to run around to her little hearts content. The mutts surely feel safer knowing that they aren’t going to squished and loved to death at any moment….but they do need to watch their tails. Beanie learned that one the hard way.

Check out my video wrap up with a cameo by Beanie, the menace wiener dog.

You can find more information on the Walk-a-Bout walker, as well as, where to buy and the entire line of Pretty In Pink toys, gear and accessories at www.kidsii.com!

Happy shopping, my friends!

I was given this walker by Kidsii PR with the purpose of doing this review. I was in no way compensated in exchange for a good review. I just really think this is awesome sauce. Now go buy their stuff.

It’s a girl! ::faint::

I have a daughter. Lord, help us.

I thought for sure she was a boy. I dreamed of boy stuff, that she was a curly headed little guy. I thought for sure these were signs.

They weren’t.

I was 17 weeks pregnant, to the day, when I went to my ultra sound appointment and Kevin told me it was a girl. “Are you sure?” I asked. “See the hamburger there? That’s a girl.” He said.

Boogie has a hamburger.

Rutherford had to work that day so he wasn’t able to go with me to see the hamburger for himself so I called him as soon as I got to the car.

Guess what honey. It’s a girl!

Are you sure?” He was unsure.

Yes, I’m sure.” I was sure.

Sometimes they get it wrong. You should go back and ask if they are sure.” He was sure they weren’t sure.

I asked. They are sure.” And they were sure sure, so I was sure.

Oh.” He’s was still unsure.

That was right about when the panic set in for the both of us. I was sure I was being punished for be a pissy teenager. I remember what I was like as a teenage girl. It was not pretty. I’m lucky my parents didn’t put me down. Lock me in the cellar (we lived in California where people don’t have cellars, but still..). Send me to a convent. Or other wise rid themselves of me.

The face of evil.

 As the days passed and the news sunk in I started to ask people with daughters, how the heck do you do it?

My father, who has 2 daughters and 3 sons (I’m his favorite) said, “Girls are easier…until they start wearing makeup.”

My father-in-law, who has 2 daughter’s and 1 son (strangely, I’m his favorite too..kidding!), told me it was Rutherford who was the difficult one. Boys are more adventurous and fearless and Rutherford was prone to climbing furniture and hurting himself. At 3 years old, this child closed himself in the fridge because he wanted to see the food talking (like on Sesame Street). Can’t make this stuff up, folks.

And someone who shall remain nameless (mostly because I can’t really remember who said this but the actual quote is still burning my brain, “With boys you only have one penis to worry about. With girls, it’s 100’s of penis’s you have to worry about.” 

Awesome. Sign me up.

Not long after we found out what was headed for us, Rutherford implemented the No Pink rule. Even going so far as to tell me to inform my shower guests that gifts of the pink nature will be frowned upon by the establishment.

It didn’t take long for him to realize that, as far as baby gear companies are concerned, there are only 2 colors to choose from: boy and girl. Really?

Those of you that pay attention and read the last post, you will have noticed that Boogie’s walls are, in fact, pink.

Exactly.

So now there I was, getting fatter and fatter with every passing day. No donut in town is safe. Boxes of Lucky Charms are fleeing the city in fear. And growing along with my waistline is my anxiety.

What if I am Yolie?

For those of you who don’t know, Yolie, is my ‘mother’.  Not to be confused with my Mom. The one who put flowers in my hair for church when I was a little girl, taught me how to put on purple eyeshadow and was there when my daughter was born. It is also my Mom who always seems to know what I need to hear and when. You can’t put a price on what it feels like to have your parents tell you that you’ve grown up into someone they are so proud of.

Now I haven’t spoken to Yolie for going on 9 years now.  I had to finally say ‘when’ and stopped the hemorrhaging. There is a VERY good reason for this but I will share it with you on a day when I feel I need to repeatedly punch myself in the mouth. Cuz that’s what talking about her is like.

Puts me in a stabby mood. And I’m not in the mood to be stabby today.

Regardless, I still share her blood and unfortunately,  some of her traits (as much as I hate to admit it).  Because of this, I spent my entire life not wanting a daughter. And by not wanting a daughter, I mean BEGGING the Lord God Almighty to never ever, by any means, bless upon me… a girl child.

Apparently, God didn’t get the email.

I am probably in Gods #spam folder with the online Canadian Pharmacies and the Nigerian millionaire.

My biggest fear in the world is that some day my precious, beautiful child will some day look at me the same way I looked at her.

I just couldn’t live like that.

Then I started to obsess about it. Asking myself questions about how and why we become our parents, for good or bad. I replayed every argument, every ridiculous conversation over and over in my head. Every lie. I needed to know how I could avoid making the same mistakes.

When Boogie was finally here, it wasn’t until it was just her and I alone, in the middle-of-the-night stillness of the house, that we bonded. It was in those quiet moments that I would introduce myself to her and she would lay there, so trusting and comfy, in my arms. It’s then when you wonder how anyone could possibly hurt a child much less, how you could knowingly and purposely hurt your own.

Then one day, as I was driving down the street, it hit me. I am nothing like Yolie.  

::happy epiphany dance::

Why?

Because, I could never even fathom doing what she has actually done to her poor children. I could never pit them against each other, or walk away from my baby, or otherwise terrorize. I could never ignore one while doting on another while pretending, yet another, doesn’t exist.

On top of all that, I could never do all this and yet act like the victim, the child, the buddy.

I didn’t need another friend. I needed a mother.

So I guess I’m in the clear. In the clear because that kind of stuff doesn’t even cross my mind as being in the realm of possibility.

See? I can relax now. Nothing alike.

I would, however, have loved to get her button nose or the eyelashes that have now been passed down to my Boogie.

I am thankful every day that I am almost exactly like my Dad (so is Rutherford). But don’t you DARE tell him I said so.

I am silly and corny and talk way too loud. I have a tendency to repeat myself if I think I said something even slightly humorous.

And if I got half Dad’s heart and a quarter of his devotion and acceptance of his children, than I have one lucky kid.

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