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Hot Jogga-mama
My quest to find a jogger stroller might be over! My neighbor, a guy I like to call “The Friendly Dad”, is going to hook me up with a free one. FREE! Rock on. Blogs are good for something. Actually I don’t think he read that post where I asked about jogger strollers. I think he just knew somebody who had one and being the friendly guy that he is, he offered it to me while we were chatting at the park and swinging our babies.
Have you noticed how much friendlier people are when you have a kid? It’s like having a puppy but less flirty. I can’t believe it. I meet people every day who want to hang out with me and my kid. It must be because she is so cute. I don’t think it’s my captivating conversation skills because I’m shy in public and I have a mouse voice that nobody can ever hear.
Back in the day when I was a singleton I used to mope around coffee shops and pretend to read or draw in my journal, just wishing that some stranger would come up and say hi to me. Nobody ever did. Now I’m minding my own business, wishing to be invisible because I have baby food smeared all over my fore arm, and people are coming out of the woodwork to talk to me. It’s kinda nice.
I’ve actually contemplated making up cards with some kind of funny illustration of a mom and then a line for a play date time and day and my phone number or email or something. I don’t know, that idea is still percolating but I think it might be a good idea because I’ve wished I had something handy and cute (but not too pretentious) to hand out more than one time. I’ll keep you posted on that. Maybe even make printable pdf’s. (It’s about time I gave away something on this site.)
So back to the Friendly Dad. (I hope you don’t mind me calling you that Mr. B.) I’m just not accustomed to my neighbors actually being nice to me. I’ve been invited over for lemonade, I’ve met his wife and kids. I was invited to a block party, but I chickened out last minute and didn’t go and now I’m getting the hook up (hopefully) for a FREE jogger stroller. The Friendly Dad rules.
Hopefully since I’m blogging about this I’ll actually get up in the morning and take a jog with the stroller. You’ll have to keep me accountable, internet.
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out out OUT to the park
Even though I love Baby Bug to pieces so much it hurts me inside, I have to admit that she has been a little pill lately. Or maybe it’s me and my famous pms. Anyway, thank the Lord for emails from babycenter.com and Violet because today I read that she might be at a normal stage where she is recognizing that she and her mama are separate beings and she might be experiencing a little anxiety. As in “I NEED MY MOMMY! EVERY WAKING MINUTE OF THE DAY!!!! because she might leave me!!!!!!!” Poor kid.
I’m not going anywhere but I do like to log on to my computer now and then or get dressed or do the dishes or spend fifteen minutes cleaning up her baby food artwork that is smeared all over her highchair and the wall beside it. I never have her out of my sight but I do like to take little breaks while she plays in her exersaucer or on her activity mat or with her toys.
Lately she won’t have any of that. She needs me paying attention every single minute.
So what do you do when you think your baby is going to drive you out of your mind? You go to the park! The lovely park! Where leaves rustle in the breeze and birds chirp and the grass is so green and… tasty!
My oh my, Baby Bug likes to eat grass just like a cow. It was all I could do to keep her on the blanket and not crawling off it like a wiggly little snake. We had fun though. We both love the park.
The best part about our little jaunt to the park was the swing. I thought she was too little for it. The leg holes seem so big, like she could fall sideways and slip right out of them. But right on the side of the rubber seat, it says: “built for children ages three an under” (Which might explain why I had so much trouble getting my nearly four-year-old niece in and out of one last weekend…).
I figured government warnings usually error on the side of caution and if it doesn’t say “only for babies 14 pounds and up”, then maybe it’s okay for Baby Bug. With extreme supervision of course.
She loved it! The gleeful laughs! The cackles and exclamations! I love it when she laughs. It’s so cute. I hardly ever can catch her on film but she was laughing so much I had a chance to snatch my camera out of my purse and record this little clip for you. (1.91 mb, quicktime)
