I'd say the boy won.
Saturday
Am I Missing Something?
Okay, there is something that I have been wondering for quite some time. I don't think about it often, but when I do, I'm absolutely baffled. And since I thought of it again today, I'm writing about it.
How in the world does Radio Shack survive?
My husband just returned from buying 25 feet of cable. The price difference between Radio Shack and the orange store (our 3-year-old's name for Home Depot) was $9. I wouldn't exactly call that competitive pricing.
I wanted to know if anyone else was in the store. Any time I've been by one or for whatever reason inside of a Radio Shack, I've pretty much been the only customer. Surprisingly, my husband said there were a couple of other people in the store. However, I'll bet they didn't buy anything.
So, what am I missing? Why are these stores still around? Is it exceptional customer service? Do they have products that others don't carry? Seriously, tell me the answer or I'm going to keep losing sleep!
Oh, I'm kidding, the only thing that keeps me up these days is less than two feet and always willing to snuggle. But, I do wonder about Radio Shack when my thoughts aren't otherwise occupied with dishes and diapers. Aren't my thoughts fascinating?
Stay tuned for my thoughts on generic verses name brands. It should be riveting!
How in the world does Radio Shack survive?
My husband just returned from buying 25 feet of cable. The price difference between Radio Shack and the orange store (our 3-year-old's name for Home Depot) was $9. I wouldn't exactly call that competitive pricing.
I wanted to know if anyone else was in the store. Any time I've been by one or for whatever reason inside of a Radio Shack, I've pretty much been the only customer. Surprisingly, my husband said there were a couple of other people in the store. However, I'll bet they didn't buy anything.
So, what am I missing? Why are these stores still around? Is it exceptional customer service? Do they have products that others don't carry? Seriously, tell me the answer or I'm going to keep losing sleep!
Oh, I'm kidding, the only thing that keeps me up these days is less than two feet and always willing to snuggle. But, I do wonder about Radio Shack when my thoughts aren't otherwise occupied with dishes and diapers. Aren't my thoughts fascinating?
Stay tuned for my thoughts on generic verses name brands. It should be riveting!
Friday
Keeping it Simple with a Shower
I reached a Mommy Milestone this week.
My husband had to be out of town for business which means I've had all three kiddos by myself for the last couple of nights. Normally, this would be no big deal, but this is the first time I've had three by myself. And since the oldest isn't yet 3 1/2, I consider this to be a milestone. In fact, I just might have to put it in the scrapbook.
What, you may ask, does this have to do with frump fighting? Well, it's simple. Times like these call for a review of the basics, such as, well, showering. It is pretty tough to fight any type of frump if you have greasy hair and smell like a milk factory from nursing the baby.
So, I take a shower at night. I know that I'm going to be woken up at least twice in the eight hours that I attempt to be in the vicinity of my bed. That makes it highly unlikely that I'll leave my bed to shower before the first munchkin clamors for breakfast or the potty or whatever.
Of course, if you miss the shower once or twice because you collapse in utter exhaustion once the baby finally goes to sleep, no worries. The more frazzled and frumpy you look when Hubby returns, the more likely it is you'll be allowed to go out by yourself on Saturday morning. (That is absolutely not a hint for my husband. Not at all, promise.)
So hit the shower and fight the frump. For more tips, visit Fussy!
Thursday
Oh Joy!
Little Man now knows how to open the refrigerator doors.
So, the question he seems to be asking is, "Will Mommy again say no when I open these doors? Or, does no only apply to the first 27 times I opened them today?"
So, the question he seems to be asking is, "Will Mommy again say no when I open these doors? Or, does no only apply to the first 27 times I opened them today?"
Tuesday
Does Baby Really Need All of That Stuff?
After I arrived home from my first baby shower, I saw my husband's eyes get big. It turns out he was in a little bit of shock from all of the baby paraphernalia that we'd been given. He wondered if we really needed it all. Secretly, so did I.
It seemed that everywhere we turned there was something else being advertised as something we desperately needed for our baby. Not only that, but then there were checklists of what to pack in diaper bags. It kind of seemed like the old saying, that we needed everything but the kitchen sink. Except, the kitchen sink is kind of handy. It washes baby quite well, but I digress.
Newborns are so tiny. So, how come they come with so much stuff?
Well, because people make money off of us parents thinking they need it all.
Fortunately for my family's finances, I found the book Baby Bargains. It offers practical advice on what you do and don't need for baby. It even recommends certain items and says why they are good for the money. I didn't follow it religiously, but it did help me say no to things that we never ended up needing.
If you aren't interested in needing a new house to hold baby's stuff, and you are pretty sure you'd max out credit cards trying to acquire all the recommended items, then this book is worth checking out. It worked for us.
Check back next week when I'll share my must-have baby items. The list isn't that long. Amazingly, my babies have done just fine without all the latest and greatest baby items.
Please be sure to check out Rocks in My Dryer for more tips and ideas.
It seemed that everywhere we turned there was something else being advertised as something we desperately needed for our baby. Not only that, but then there were checklists of what to pack in diaper bags. It kind of seemed like the old saying, that we needed everything but the kitchen sink. Except, the kitchen sink is kind of handy. It washes baby quite well, but I digress.
Newborns are so tiny. So, how come they come with so much stuff?
Well, because people make money off of us parents thinking they need it all.
Fortunately for my family's finances, I found the book Baby Bargains. It offers practical advice on what you do and don't need for baby. It even recommends certain items and says why they are good for the money. I didn't follow it religiously, but it did help me say no to things that we never ended up needing.
If you aren't interested in needing a new house to hold baby's stuff, and you are pretty sure you'd max out credit cards trying to acquire all the recommended items, then this book is worth checking out. It worked for us.
Check back next week when I'll share my must-have baby items. The list isn't that long. Amazingly, my babies have done just fine without all the latest and greatest baby items.
Please be sure to check out Rocks in My Dryer for more tips and ideas.
It Could Have Been a Story
Well, I guess we're in the Midwest to stay. I finally dragged myself to the DMV and got a new license plate. I was only a wee bit over the 90 days allotted to do this. That is if 5 months is considered a wee bit.
So, I sat in the DMV, bored. Bored! I had Baby Girl with me, but she was snoozing. So, I rummaged through the diaper bag to find some entertainment and lo and behold I discovered that I don't usually carry a magazine or book for mama. I wasn't quite desperate enough to play with the mini Elmo sticker books I found, so I just sat.
However, it wasn't long before I began thinking of the story I would have to tell if Big Sister and Little Man had been with me. Think about it. I was in the DMV at nap time. There were people everywhere--civilized people. It was relatively quiet, except for the calling of numbers for which I could discern no certain pattern.
I, as an adult, take in the setting and take the cue to sit quietly and wait for my number. My children would have surveyed the same scene and found it the perfect place to test mama's parenting skills.
Thanks to a dear friend, I didn't have the older children with me. Therefore it only got as exciting as hearing the two teenage boys beside me debate which was better--McDonald's or Wendy's.
Oh, and I did hear the one boy say "I love you," multiple times into his cell phone.
After hanging up, he said "I've never heard I love you so many times in my life!"
His friend asked, "Who was it?"
"My mom," he replied.
Well, it made me smile to hear that, because you and I both know that he secretly loves that his mom does that. Of course, I get that he had to play it cool for his friend. I mean that friend knows important stuff, like why Wendy's is better than McDonald's.
And that is what I learned at the DMV.
Oh, and that if you are pressed for time, you can arrange an appointment. You simply pay an additional $9.50 to pay more money at a specific time to get a new license plate. I guarantee a mom who had all her children in tow requested they start scheduling appointments. I know I'd pay to avoid waiting with my children. Heck, those people waiting would probably pay for me if they knew what my children were capable of given the wide open possibilities of a waiting room.
Oh, I kid, because really my kids are pretty good. But, we all have our moments and, well, most of my children's moments happen in public. Because, you know, it's fun to see mama get all flustered and try to chase them with a baby in her arms or while pushing a stroller.
Okay, I'm off to put some mama reading material in the diaper bag. That way, in about 18 years, when I find myself bored again, I'll have some reading material. Except by then, I won't be carrying a diaper bag. I hope.
So, I sat in the DMV, bored. Bored! I had Baby Girl with me, but she was snoozing. So, I rummaged through the diaper bag to find some entertainment and lo and behold I discovered that I don't usually carry a magazine or book for mama. I wasn't quite desperate enough to play with the mini Elmo sticker books I found, so I just sat.
However, it wasn't long before I began thinking of the story I would have to tell if Big Sister and Little Man had been with me. Think about it. I was in the DMV at nap time. There were people everywhere--civilized people. It was relatively quiet, except for the calling of numbers for which I could discern no certain pattern.
I, as an adult, take in the setting and take the cue to sit quietly and wait for my number. My children would have surveyed the same scene and found it the perfect place to test mama's parenting skills.
Thanks to a dear friend, I didn't have the older children with me. Therefore it only got as exciting as hearing the two teenage boys beside me debate which was better--McDonald's or Wendy's.
Oh, and I did hear the one boy say "I love you," multiple times into his cell phone.
After hanging up, he said "I've never heard I love you so many times in my life!"
His friend asked, "Who was it?"
"My mom," he replied.
Well, it made me smile to hear that, because you and I both know that he secretly loves that his mom does that. Of course, I get that he had to play it cool for his friend. I mean that friend knows important stuff, like why Wendy's is better than McDonald's.
And that is what I learned at the DMV.
Oh, and that if you are pressed for time, you can arrange an appointment. You simply pay an additional $9.50 to pay more money at a specific time to get a new license plate. I guarantee a mom who had all her children in tow requested they start scheduling appointments. I know I'd pay to avoid waiting with my children. Heck, those people waiting would probably pay for me if they knew what my children were capable of given the wide open possibilities of a waiting room.
Oh, I kid, because really my kids are pretty good. But, we all have our moments and, well, most of my children's moments happen in public. Because, you know, it's fun to see mama get all flustered and try to chase them with a baby in her arms or while pushing a stroller.
Okay, I'm off to put some mama reading material in the diaper bag. That way, in about 18 years, when I find myself bored again, I'll have some reading material. Except by then, I won't be carrying a diaper bag. I hope.
Monday
Happy Belated Easter
We had a pretty quiet Easter around here. A simple egg hunt on Saturday, church on Sunday, and dinner at my husband's aunt's on Sunday night sum up our activities.
Here are my two favorite pictures from the weekend.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. We are so blessed. It humbles me.
Still, the best part of the weekend is that Big Sister is starting to understand the story of Easter more and more. I believe it can't completely be understood by the human mind, but I pray that she and her siblings will one day accept it by faith.
Happy Belated Easter! (It is something we should celebrate daily anyways.)
Here are my two favorite pictures from the weekend.
This is before they ingested massive amounts of candy. Scary, I mean cute, huh?
I've said it before and I'll say it again. We are so blessed. It humbles me.
Still, the best part of the weekend is that Big Sister is starting to understand the story of Easter more and more. I believe it can't completely be understood by the human mind, but I pray that she and her siblings will one day accept it by faith.
Happy Belated Easter! (It is something we should celebrate daily anyways.)
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