Parents
  • [Scene:my wife and I have just been discussing something odd and annoying that one of our parents did]
  • Me:"I don't understand. It's like [parent] has a knack for doing this."
  • Wife:"Yeah. Parents can be so weird sometimes."
  • [long pause]
  • Me:"When the kids are our age, do you think they'll say that about us?"
  • Wife:"Probably."
  • Me:"Anything we can do about that?"
  • Wife:"Probably not."

Even when he is at his absolute fussiest, “bad days” do not exist to me anymore. Are some tougher than others? Of course! But every second with him is a blessing! And one thing I promise with all my heart and soul is that I will never EVER take him, our bond, or our time together for granted. I love my son and I couldn’t thank God enough for my wonderful family ❤
#SoBlessed #LeviWayne #Motherhood

Silvercross POP stroller review 

Link for pram here

We recently had an issue with our old pram so were given a silvercross pop as a loan pram until our issue has been resolved. (Thank you mothercare, by the way) I thought this was a great idea to test out a stroller and it was a stroller we were thinking about buying after Lucas grew out of his current pram. I am unfortunately not impressed with the pram. (Sorry Mothercare, and silvercross)
It comes in quite a few colours now and mothercare currently have a couple of limited edition ones in pink butterflies and blue bears with a £150 price tag.

It is in the medium price range for a stroller, at £140, with cosattos costing more but shop brands costing less.

The stroller is pretty compact when folded down but not as small as some of the strollers I have seen, It does have a wonderful handle when it’s folded down, but in all honesty I don’t see the point in it particularly. 

It does come with a rain cover and i’m afraid it is yet another disappointment, it doesn’t attach very well meaning in wet and windy conditions, the rain will blow up the sides making baby wet, but fine in just drizzle.

It does have different positions, which is helpful if baby falls asleep to lay back, unless you have stuff in your basket which then means you cannot lay it down.
Another downside is that the basket underneath is very tiny and doesn’t fit a lot of shopping in so this pram is not a pram for someone who likes to do a lot of shopping and doesn’t have a car. (I haven’t strapped him in properly to avoid him becoming distressed, it was just for photograph purposes)

Pulling it flat is very easy though, on the back of the head there is a lever you press and it lays back with your help of pushing it and then to sit it back up again you pull the strap and it sits back up again.

Strapping in is easy as well, as it is done one side each instead having to clip both in at the same time like a carseat or other prams which means no easy catching of skin or limbs. (YAY to no crying or blood blisters)

A couple of parts of the pram I do like. I like the fact the wheels have a “hub cap” sort of covering and it means it looks smarter and a cup holder is a must. I I love a cup of starbucks or Costa when i’m out so this is perfect. (There are some positives to this stroller)

Pushing the pram is pretty easy, it has swivel wheels, which I love, and you can switch them off to if you’re off road or on a woodland walk with a bumpy path, it is rather lightweight and easy to bump off and on a bus as well.
A huge negative is the breaks, which is obviously highly important when it comes to safety of your baby. They decide whether or not they want to work, they are hard to click on and 9 times out of 10 they don’t click on properly resulting in not being able to let go on buses or on an uneven surface or even if it’s a windy day as you don’t want to have to chase it down a hill or deal with an injured baby. I learnt this the hard way when I had to use quick reflexes and catch it as it nearly, i repeat nearly, toppled over, I thanked my lucky stars that day I have always been quick moving when i’ve needed to be. 

Finally putting the pram up and down is something that took a lot of figuring out, but once you’ve figured it out it is quite easy and not very time consuming, but you will need two hands as one hand is not easy so hopefully you have a dry and safe spot to put your baby when putting this stroller up or down.

Today’s menu
Breakfast: porridge with prunes and raspberries
AM Snack: banana and pombears
Lunch: Irish potato cake & ham and custard
PM snack: raspberries and oat bar
Dinner: vegetable sticks with guacamole or spaghetti with tomato sauce (I haven’t decided yet)

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Life lately. The sun has been shining a lot around here so it hasn’t been too hard getting outside and enjoying the warmth of the Rays and adventuring.
Friday we rode the bus and skytrain downtown (with our bike in the shop). The girls rode the escalators like big girls and ran and danced down Granville street. We stopped into Mac and we all tried on lipsticks. Arrow (and me) loved the window display at Jon Fluevogs. All the colourful artwork shoes and a little bicycle displayed in the window with the words ‘Love Your Neighbour’ written on the window. We visited uncle Ryan at work and shared the mini donuts and ice cream.
We loved the street art record player by Jules Uno right outside our Bean. A quick visit with my dad and all the gifts he brought over. The girls loved the microphones. They had some impromptu sing song dance parties together. Oh and matching bathing suit tutus called for a ballet performance. Oria found a book for Arrow at the thrift store and has been reading it to her. Precious moments right there. Arrow has been working so hard all week on jumping off stools and ledges with both feet (not there yet). And Oria has gone all parkour with every climbing thing she can find. I’m thinking we’ll probably get her a membership to the parkour gym to burn off some of that climbing energy.
We got rid of Oria’s big old bed and spent all afternoon yesterday searching for a slightly smaller replacement. Whenever the girls would get bored of bed shopping we’d escape Jeff and pretend to ride the carousel horse and firetruck. They happily played pretend put out the fire games for extended periods of time not once actually going on a ride. Hoefully today a new bed is purchased and we can start the set up of a new space for the girls.

Let’s be clear:

You are not “babysitting” when you are watching the child you helped to conceive.

You are not SuperDad when you take that child one damn day a week.

Approximately how much of the kid’s laundry do you do?

How many doctor appointments to you take the kid to? Or schedule? Or even know about?

How much homework are you helping with on a daily basis? Or even a weekly basis?

On how many days off have you gotten up way too early because the child was up and needed food and supervision?

How many thank-you notes do you make the kid write?

How many times do you communicate with the kid’s school and teacher?

How many meals do you cook for your child?

How much time do you spend bathing the child and/or providing clean towels and sheets for the child and/or combing and fixing the child’s hair?

Don’t even get me started on anything to do with impending puberty.

How many nights have you stayed up to care for your sick (or scared or lonely) child?

See, the problem here is one of two things:

1) You truly don’t know what goes into raising a child, and you’ve never bothered to learn

Or

2) You have no problem doing 5% of the work and still claiming to be some kind of hero.

And the worst part of all, is that you are teaching your child that it’s okay for a parent to be this way.

Grow Up, Dammit.

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Dear Scarlet,
I remember when I found out about you. I ate an entire jar of pickles while binge watching My So Called Life on DVD and crying, so the pregnancy test didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know. It was freezing cold outside, a very late night in January. Your dad and I went to Walmart and got the test. It’s so far away from me now that I don’t know if I actually remember it or if I just remember remembering it.

I had just found out that I was going to go work at Yellowstone for the summer and those thoughts and dreams were the only fuel getting me through the frigid Iowa winter and my anxious “not a girl, not yet a woman” phase of life. I wasn’t shocked to see the plus sign. I’ve told you before that I immediately felt plural. Your presence has always been strong. I felt you before I knew you.

I wasn’t ever devastated. I embraced the idea of you immediately. I knew that one day I’d take you to Yellowstone, that we could experience the geysers and mountains together. I knew you’d be my +1 forever. And you are. You’re my constant. I think the only thing that’s the same about my life in that tiny apartment your dad and I shared 8 years ago is the fact that you’re still my #1. You’re the reason I stay in Oklahoma. I spent the first part of adulthood learning how to be a human you can rely on and look up to. I’d bottle feed and rock you while watching Oprah, desperately grasping for any knowledge on how to be a thriving adult. I’m still working on it, but everyday I feel more confident.

You’re growing into a brilliant little lady. You shine. Honestly. Any room you’re in is your room. You light it up.

I’ve worked my entire adult life trying to be a rock for you, to be somebody who you could be completely comfortable and your true self around. I love that we can keep each other’s secrets and admit our weaknesses. It’s everything to me. I love that you are genuine around me, even when it means you aren’t afraid to be defiant or stand up to me. I want you to be a force to be reckoned with. I love that about you… even when it frustrates me. I’m trying to raise you to be respectful, but not utterly compliant. It’s not easy and we aren’t perfect. There have been missteps. I’m sure there will be more to come. I can’t wait to finally take our long awaited adventure. Our life is not what I imagined it would be back when I was wrist deep in that pickle jar, but our relationship is. I’m proud of that.

Mom


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I just wanted to take a quick second to thank EVERYONE who has reblogged, donated, or sent sweet words of support. You guys are amazing and we are much closer to our goal than we were at the beginning of the week. We still have quite a way to go before being out of the woods, but we appreciate the overwhelming amount of support we’ve received so far. I wish I could express my gratitude more accurately, but tbh I’m at a loss. You all remind me that there is kindness in the world and I’m a better woman, and mother, for it. So thank you. If anyone missed the last post here is the link to the registry: https://www.zola.com/registry/villegaspayne Thanks again. -Kait Payne

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Carrie Mae Weems (American, born 1953), Untitled, from the series Kitchen Table, 1990, gelatin silver prints, Gift of the Contemporary Art Council, © artist or other rights holder, 94.19a-c

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"This body of work was inspired in part by the influential essay "Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema" (1975) by the critic Laura Mulvey, which addressed the lack of nonobjectified representations of women in film and other cultural expressions. Like Family Pictures and Stories, the series offers a valid portrait of an often overlooked subject, in this case, a modern black woman, “the other of the other.” The images trace a period in the woman’s life as she experiences the blossoming, then loss, of love, the responsibilities of motherhood, and the desire to be an engaged and contributing member of her community. The protagonist is Weems herself - a practice that will continue throughout the next decades of her career. The role of words has become more prominent with fourteen stand-alone text panels that relay the at times rocky narrative. Near the end, the woman stands alone, strong and self-reliant, looking directly at the viewer, her arms squarely planted on her kitchen table, where the entire story has unfolded under a light of interrogation. Although Kitchen Table Series depicts a black subject and is loosely related to her own experiences, Weems strives for it to reflect the experiences of Everywoman and to resonate across racial and class boundaries.”  

Kathryn E. Delmez, edit.,Carrie Mae Weems: Three Decades of Photography and Video (New Haven, Yale University Press, 2012), 76.