So LadyP has been crawling like a son-of-a-gun for a few weeks now… and Hubby has been constantly instructing me to babyproof the house. “Yes” I nod. I lie. I most likely will do something non-invasive eventually, but at this headstrong moment in my parenting journey, I’m proclaiming that babyproofing is baloney. That’s right. I call…
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Who knew I’d learn this much from chicken?
The introduction of ‘meats’ to baby has begun. As a meat-eater myself, I will tell you that just opening the itty-bitty jars of baby food “meat” has been the grossest thing I’ve attempted in my new-momdom yet. It’s worse than the worst poop-attack. It’s worse than the chunkiest upchuck. I’m this close to making LadyP…
New Mom Beauty: Take your baby to a pedicure.
What did you do in the name of new mom beauty? Ever thought of taking your baby to get a pedicure… I mean, take her along to to get a pedicure for yourself. My big experiment today (about 30 minutes prior to writing this post) was to see if LadyP could handle sitting on my lap for…
No changing table? Just ask Jenny…
All moms have been there: Stuck in a store, poop/pee seeping out the sides… and NO changing table. Great. Just how we all love to spend a Sunday afternoon. The fantasy of Hubby and I finally purchasing our new dining room table did not involve brainstorming how to remedy the “situation” inside of LadyP’s diaper……
Why every mom should pee with a baby on her lap.
It takes a certain dexterity. It’s uncomfortable. It’s complicated and gross… not to mention UNfabulous. But sometimes there’s no other choice. Like Kanye says: Th-th-th-that that won’t kill you, will only make you stronger. Who knew that peeing in a McDonalds bathroom would make me feel so invincible? Driving back home from a weekend visit…
A baby in a bar? Father’s knows best.
This weekend, Hubby and I experienced our very first case of Baby Discrimination. We were denied – DENIED – entrance into a fine establishment here in LA called “Father’s Office”… thanks to baby LadyP’s presence. First I was hungry & pi$$ed, then I was thankful. “Father’s Office” is a restaurant that happens to serve booze…….
Blame this woman.
Who’s to blame? Mom, of course… Blame this woman for my unwavering need to always say what’s on my mind. Blame this woman for inspiring me to never leave the house without lipstick. Blame this woman for my straight-shooting attitude that YES, I can HANDLE IT and it will be done right (whatever it is…
