Storytime @ Play

A favorite book of ours

Who doesn’t love a good storytime? Unfortunately, it seems like baby-centric sessions are a rarity in these parts, so I want to share a secret.

The super-cute Logan Square toy store, Play, has a storytime on Tuesdays at 11. We joined about six other mom/kid duos and trios for the fun, which today was held outside on the boulevard. The class isn’t even mentioned on their website, so you’re welcome for telling you about it. Fun stuff to know:

  • Free!
  • The woman on the phone said it’s geared to kids under “3 or 4-ish”
  • You get to hang out in a toy store, but there’s no pressure to buy anything.

Hope to see some of you there! I hear there are other options around town, like at Barnes and Noble and Psychobaby, but I’ve never been. I’ll update this list when I get a chance to check them out.

Cool Mom Alert! Michelle Obama’s Blue Nails

UPDATE: The color is Artistic Nail Design’s Colour Gloss Soak-Off Gel in “Vogue.”  Gel polish is what’s referred to as a “no-chip manicure.” 

Yes, Michelle Obama’s DNC speech lit up our Facebook news feeds like a Lite-Brite, but I’m giving Mama Obama my newly-invented Cool Mom Award for… Her nail polish color!

Is that blue? Grey? Whatever it is, it’s amazing. I’m never wearing boring old Mademoiselle ever again. I found info on how to get the look here.

(Thanks, Chels!)

Tragedy in Colorado

*This post also appears today on The Huffington Post.

The news this morning is almost too heartbreaking to take in. A midnight audience full of excited moviegoers, all set to watch the summer’s most anticipated blockbuster, tear gassed and massacred by 24-year-old James Holmes. At least 12 killed, at least 38 injured, one of whom is a 3-month-old infant.

As families pray for their loved ones and a nation mourns another senseless spree– my thoughts immediately went to wondering who this boy’s mother is. ABC News found her already, and she told reporters:

“You have the right person,” she said, apparently speaking on gut instinct. “I need to call the police… I need to fly out to Colorado.”

This mother– and our country– will most likely get at least some answers. It’s rare that the person responsible walks away at the end, as has happened here.  But as the president just said, “we may never understand what leads anybody to terrorize their fellow human beings like this.”

I’m reminded of another Colorado tragedy, and of one of the mothers left behind who will never understand.  Columbine shooter Dylan Klebold’s mother, Susan Klebold, resisted interviews for years.  Finally, in November of 2009, she broke her silence in an essay called “I Will Never Know Why” in O Magazine:

“Dylan was a product of my life’s work, but his final actions implied that he had never been taught the fundamentals of right and wrong. There was no way to atone for my son’s behavior.” 

She candidly opened up about what it’s like to mistrust your own judgement, be viewed by society as a woman who raised a “monster,” and constantly be consumed by “What Ifs?”  I’m re-reading it this morning, sad for every single person affected by what happened last night in Aurora.  Every “monster”, every angel, every victim, every misunderstood, damaged, broken human being was– or is—  somebody’s baby.

I’m grateful for my family, my friends, and every single blessing I can’t even count fast enough.

Vacation & Writer’s Block

Sorry about the longer-than-expected hiatus!

Last week, we took Posey on her first vacation.  I’m never one to make things easy on myself, so instead of driving to Wisconsin, we flew to London. I’m so glad we did it– it was a wonderful week with great friends. But not all went smoothly. Since no one wants to hear about the things that went right, I’ll count down the things that fell apart. Let them be a warning to you before you travel with your baby.

5. There is a weight limit for carry-on bags.

There is? I had no idea. I spent two days carefully packing the ESSENTIALS we’d need for her on board: American diapers, American formula for the week, two changes of clothes, blankets, toys, books, wipes for the week, and a big-ass laptop. At the desk, I was given 60 seconds to reduce my 20 lb. bag to 12 lbs. It threatened to undo me.

4. Even if your baby sleeps during the flight, it doesn’t mean you will, too.

Virgin has these amazing in-flight infant bassinets that attach to the bulkhead, meaning that not only did my under-2 lap-baby not need to pay a fare (just the taxes), but she also got her own bed. This was totally necessary, as she doesn’t like to sit still. Our flight left at 6pm, and when she finally went to sleep around 9:30, I just stared at her. For like 5 more hours. There was something unsettling about nodding off while my infant was strapped to a wall 35,000 feet in the air. In retrospect, I don’t know what my problem was.  If someone had kidnapped her on board, there wouldn’t be too many places to hide her.

3. European cars don’t all have those bar thingies to clip the car seat base to.

If your poor husband has to lug a car seat AND ITS BASE 4,000 miles, you’d best hope you can actually use the thing. PS, the base also didn’t fit in the Snap N Go under-basket. Oops.

2. Things that your baby never does? She’ll do them in a foreign land. 

These include, but are not limited to: waking up screaming in the middle of the night, pooping up her back several times in one day, refusing solid food, and losing toys.  Considering that Sophie le Giraffe is French, you’d think she’d be everywhere in the U.K.  Not so!

1. Hotel beds are ripe ground for rolling off.

It finally happened.  She rolled off a bed.  In a 100 square foot room, with both of us right there. One second she was right there, the next– we looked over, and she was wedged between the bed and the hotel’s Pack ‘N Play.  I cried.  She didn’t.

And the last one is a bonus:  I was so worried that she would start teething while we were away and off her schedule that I didn’t even notice that she did, in fact, start teething while we were over there.  My mom discovered Posey’s first tooth Monday. I had no idea. I feel like she’s a totally different baby now.

Shout out to the lovely family we sat with on the way over. Elsie, Loveday, mom Caroline– I hope your visit with Grandpa, the Cadbury factory, and the ponies under the piano were grand.

Posey’s Packing List

Beef still talks about the fact that (many years ago) Notre Dame sent the incoming freshman a suggested packing list of items they might need for college life.  I think he misses a time when you could check “one blue blazer” off the list and feel prepared for the next phase of life.

Our next life-phase is traveling with our baby.  We feel nervous, apprehensive, excited and scared of hazing.  Kind of like college.  So I prepared a packing list. What are we missing? Please let me know!

  • Car seat/base
  • Snap and Go
  • short sleeve onesies
  • long sleeve onesies
  • hoodie
  • sweater
  • jeans
  • leggings
  • shorts
  • socks
  • owl shoes
  • sleep sack
  • hats
  • playsuits
  • blankets
  • pacifiers
  • diapers (reg/nighttime)
  • wipes
  • boogie wipes
  • bibs
  • burp cloths
  • toys/books
  • portable mobile that plays the song she likes
  • powdered formula / liquid for plane
  • oatmeal
  • bottles
  • bottle sterilizing bag
  • spoon
  • nail clippers
  • portable monitor
  • lotion
  • body wash/shampoo
  • Desitin
  • Aquaphor lotion
  • washcloth/hooded towel
  • hairbrush
  • thermometer
  • Mickey’s Clubhouse dvd for potential airplane freakout

Chris Brown on Today

I understand that human beings make mistakes.  I know my outrage is nothing new, and Sasha Pasulka summed up a lot of folks’ feelings perfectly on HelloGiggles.

BUT– I am sickened by the way The Today Show is touting their big “get” this morning.  Ann Curry just spoke with an 8-year-old girl whose mother brought her to the plaza like it was the cutest thing ever.  This kid is EIGHT— and the women in her life today, both her mother and someone she sees on TV– are all telling her its okay to idolize someone who beat up his girlfriend.

I’m glad that Chris Rock made his opinion known on the Today appearance yesterday.  What’s gross is the way the hosts are all laughing.  I don’t get it.  What’s funny?

Here is a photo of Ann Curry at a 2009 luncheon to help end domestic violence.  Al Roker also attended.

Somebody’s Baby

 

My dad and I walked down the street like two people who just went shopping at the hat store, because that’s exactly what we did.  It was winter. My dad had chosen one of those furry Russian-looking things, while I went with a red and black checked hunting cap with ear flaps.  I was a recent English major, and I thought it made me look just the right amount of Catcher in the Rye.  It was snowing. We went inside for meatloaf.     A homeless man was near the entrance. He had just been kicked out.  He looked like he’d had a hard life made harder by some bad choices. It was cold.

“Every single person,” my dad said, “started out as somebody’s baby.”

My baby is fast asleep right now in her crib.  The owls on the wall are looking over her while I am not. Her road began with its own bumps, but now her sea is pretty calm. She’s starting out as my baby, and I am so grateful.

I’m making a donation to Ronald Poppo’s medical fund here.

To Market, To Market

Is it ever the “right time” to start a family?  And how do you know when that time is?

When Beef and I decided we wanted a baby, part of our motivation was the fact that stuff wasn’t as fun as it used to be.  It felt like a lot of places/holidays/activities would become magical again if only we could experience them through the eyes of a child.

Of course, I wanted to be a mom for all the “right reasons.”  But I also wanted to be one of those women rolling a stroller down the street with big sunglasses and an even bigger coffee.  I just wanted that.

Today, I lived one of the moments I’d dreamed of. The farmers market.  Read about it here on the HuffPost.