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I just love Robin’s Egg blue so when my stepson found this egg on the ground in our backyard I didn’t freak out like I usually do when something from the outside comes in. First my heart broke a little for the Robin that lost it’s tiny unborn chickie. Then I thanked my lucky stars he didn’t bring this in last year when I just had my son. Hormones were raging and just the thought of a baby anything not making it would drive me to tears. Then it sat on our kitchen counter for about a week just in case it hatched. Every morning I half expected to wake up to hear chirping and I envisioned myself trying to find a bait shop for worms. I also wondered if Alicia Silverstone would swing by to help with the feedings. After some google research I am now 100% sure this thing is not only NOT going to hatch but will probably start smelling soon. I am sure I am just lucky he didn’t drag in one that already hatched like I did to my mom.
If you feel like you are trying to lasso a baby horse at diaper changing time, you are not alone. It seems not everyone shares my love of fabric! Why is it that every time my 12 month old is faced with a textile he snarls at me? Stuffed animals are suspect, blankets are kicked off even if its freezing and I every time I try to change his diaper I feel like I am in a ring with a WWF fighter. Are girls like this? Most of us are always cold so I am assuming mommies of girls do not have this problem. He is a thoughtful young exhibitionist, trying to drag me into it by constant pulling on my shirt. Attention everyone…I am still nursing (Hopefully I have a little time before I am accused of the atrocities of Mayim Bialik). Maybe this is his way of telling the world that he thinks it is ok to breastfeed after the age of one. It would be easier to just get him a T-Shirt saying ‘I Love TATA’S’ but that would be in a jumble on the floor with the rest of his clothes.
Have you ever really looked at the expression on a gummie bears face? It is actually quite evil! They are so good though. I have to admit, I am racist when it comes to gummie bears, I like the green ones the best. So when I made this centerpiece I made sure to put the green on the bottom to save them from dirty little hands.
This is super easy and kids love it. Buy a HUGE bag of gummie bears, you can get them at most party stores or Dylan’s Candy Bar which I recommend because you can buy specific (and really pretty) colors. Wash your hands and dig in, separating the entire bag by color. Put them in a glass pitcher starting with your favorite color, then second favorite and so on. Proudly display it on the table and continue to eat them in the weeks following.
There will always be obstacles. I set out to start this blog two days ago but when I tried to register my domain name my credit card was declined! I was the victim of fraud and instantly my morning was hijacked. A ten minute task turned into two and half hours on hold with United, a minor incident with my baby falling down a couple stairs, a leaky dishwasher and a container of eggplant parmesan spilled all over the floor. I think this happens to everyone but I decided it’s best to acknowledge the random ridiculousness of it all and press forward! So here is am 2 days later starting my blog and thanking my lucky stars that the dishwasher is in a good mood.