Thursday, February 14, 2013

If you can't beat em, join em

Yesterday I posted a nice letter to my old friend Valentines Day. 
Today, with a little help from this post (thanks to my fellow mama blogger, Emily) I decided I was going to make the best of it. Armed with my red lipstick, a kickass playlist & my camera -
 I made nice with Valentines Day once and for all.

Happy Valentines Day, little kittens.
Especially to all of my fabulous single gals.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Happy D-Day..I mean, V-Day

Dear Valentines Day,
Back so soon? Sigh, I thought maybe you'd gone out of style this year. I was wrong. You're on your A-game this February, showering my television, radio, and internet with your sappy sales and love games. I don't hate you because I'm single, I hate you because if I did have a significant other I wouldn't need one day out of the year to show them my affection. But while we're on the subject, I am single and I don't need to be reminded of it every five minutes. I don't need a Valentine, nor do I want one. I'm happy being single, and if I want chocolates or an arrangement of fruit "flowers" I know where to buy them. So while the rest of the world is exchanging cards and gifts, I've got some D-Day..I mean, V-day plans of my own...
You see, first I'll go to work (because if this was an actual holiday, I'd have the day off..) and then I'll go home to my Little Man and we'll play until he goes to bed. Then I will put on the most comfortable clothes I own (leggings, sweater, fuzzy socks) and snuggle up in my ultra comfortable bed alone and watch whatever the hell I want on TV. Maybe I'll blog a little, maybe I'll wash my hair, maybe I'll go to bed by 9:30. Who knows, who cares.
I'm not a Bitter Betty, and I'm not a cynic. If I really truly loved anyone, I wouldn't need a specific day out of the year to express my feelings for them. They would just know it without question.
And for that, I'm glad I don't have a "Valentine"
Actually, I guess I'm lying. Langston is my one true Valentine. But he's my Valentine every single day of the year, and he knows it. So I guess that's how I really feel about it. If you really love someone, they're your Valentine every day and no life-size teddy bear is going to change that.
So, final thought: I still don't like you Valentines Day, and I am so very thankful that I will be spared from a cheesy "romantic" date, and a heart shaped box full of chocolates that I probably don't even like.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013


Here's another playlist of what I've been jamming to this week.
Maybe I'll make it a weekly thing, who knows!


Imagine Dragons - Radioactive

The Neighbourhood - Sweater Weather

A Silent Film - Harbour Lights

Young the Giant - My Body

Crystal Fighters - At Home

Monday, February 11, 2013

Things I swore I'd never do as a mama: Part 2

So I wrote this post back in August, and here I am ready for Part 2.

The Taste
I swore I would never lose my cool when someone tried to give my baby a bite of anything I didn't approve of, but here I am - losing it. I'm extremely picky when it comes to what Langston eats. He's a growing boy, and I want him to have the very best. Yes, I'm sure he'll have a twinkie one of these days but today is not that day (tomorrow isn't that day either). So when people (*cough* my Dad)  attempt to give my babe a drink, lick, suck of anything, there I am going "crazy mama" on their butts. Sorry (not sorry).

The Pick-Up
They say you shouldn't pick your baby up every time they cry, but I'm really starting to wonder if the person that first said this ever actually had a kid? It's near impossible not to pick them up when they're upset. I thought I would follow this rule, so that Langston wouldn't become accustomed to being "spoiled" but I think it's a load of crap. I don't let him "cry it out" and he's still a well behaved, unspoiled little boy. The only time I come close to using this method is during the night. If Langston wakes up I do the "10 minute rule" and if he hasn't gotten himself back to sleep at that point, I will step in and pat his back and sometimes even pick him up! Get over it.
The TV
"My kid won't watch TV barely ever" - said no mother ever. Honestly, it's not as evil as I thought it was. Langston has been attracted to the lights and sounds of the TV since he was a newborn, and he still loves it just as much. He doesn't get to watch it constantly, but if Mickey Mouse makes my baby boy laugh out loud, who am I to deprive him of that? The TV isn't a babysitter, and as long as you don't treat it as just that - I don't think there's anything wrong with letting your child watch it.
I'm sure there will be a part 3, 4 and even 5 at some point - so stay tuned!

Sunday, February 3, 2013

To Infinity & 8 months...

Little Man is officially 8 months old. I say this every month but, where does the time go?! I can't believe in just a few shorts months we'll be throwing his first birthday party. That will be fun to plan....

 Lang recently acquired some Buzz Lightyear pajamas, and he looks ultra cool in them. He's starting to make the best faces, is fully crawling, and i've caught him standing up in his crib. He's a huge fan of the  Gerber Organic Lil' Crunchies, and pretty much every flavor of the Plum Organic Super Puffs. I can't wait to see what the next few months hold for us!

Happy 8 months Lang. I love you, Little Bear.