You should read this. And this, too.

Maybe it’s the three seasons of Real Housewives reunions running simultaneously, or the sheer overwhelming number of fall shows that have returned and I can’t keep up with, but I have found myself snug in bed by 8:15pm most nights, curled up with these two guys:

I guess I just need the peace and quiet. Something that watching six straight hours of Real Housewives reunions doesn’t quite afford.  And a nice warm canine body snuggling my big fat pregnant belly ain’t so bad either. Bottom line is I’ve been reading a ton. And I’ve got some book recs for you.

First up, we have “Wonder” by R.J. Palacio. This is one of the best books I have read in a long time. Fair warning: it’s a tear jerker.  Well, to be fair, my mom thinks it made me cry because I am pregnant with a little boy and experiencing “hormones” but I’ll let the reviews speak for themselves. This book is good. Here is the synopsis:

“August Pullman was born with a facial deformity that, up until now, has prevented him from going to a mainstream school. Starting 5th grade at Beecher Prep, he wants nothing more than to be treated as an ordinary kid—but his new classmates can’t get past Auggie’s extraordinary face. WONDER, now a New York Times bestseller, begins from Auggie’s point of view, but soon switches to include his classmates, his sister, her boyfriend, and others. These perspectives converge in a portrait of one community’s struggle with empathy, compassion, and acceptance. “

“The Light Between Oceans”  is my next pick. I love a book that really makes you think “what if?” and puts you in the mindset of the character right away. This book is thought provoking in that way. I know this because I talked about the premise of this book a lot with Kase. He wasn’t reading it, and generally didn’t know what I was talking about, so he nodded a lot. I recommended my mom read it and she loved it. Here is the synopsis:

“After four harrowing years on the Western Front, Tom Sherbourne returns to Australia and takes a job as the lighthouse keeper on Janus Rock, nearly half a day’s journey from the coast. To this isolated island, where the supply boat comes once a season and shore leaves are granted every other year at best, Tom brings a young, bold, and loving wife, Isabel. Years later, after two miscarriages and one stillbirth, the grieving Isabel hears a baby’s cries on the wind. A boat has washed up onshore carrying a dead man and a living baby.

Tom, whose records as a lighthouse keeper are meticulous and whose moral principles have withstood a horrific war, wants to report the man and infant immediately. But Isabel has taken the tiny baby to her breast. Against Tom’s judgment, they claim her as their own and name her Lucy. When she is two, Tom and Isabel return to the mainland and are reminded that there are other people in the world. Their choice has devastated one of them.”

“The Shoemaker’s Wife”  I am a sucker for historical fiction, especially that which takes place in New York City around the turn of the century. So this fit the bill. That it is a love story that spans generations and geography is the icing on the cake. It’s a feel good book, which this “hormonal” lady needs. Here is the synopsis:
“The fateful first meeting of Enza and Ciro takes place amid the haunting majesty of the Italian Alps at the turn of the last century. Still teenagers, they are separated when Ciro is banished from his village and sent to hide in New York’s Little Italy, apprenticed to a shoemaker, leaving a bereft Enza behind. But when her own family faces disaster, she, too, is forced to emigrate to America. Though destiny will reunite the star-crossed lovers, it will, just as abruptly, separate them once again—sending Ciro off to serve in World War I, while Enza is drawn into the glamorous world of the opera . . . and into the life of the international singing sensation Enrico Caruso. Still, Enza and Ciro have been touched by fate—and, ultimately, the power of their love will change their lives forever.”
So, have you read any good books lately? Share, please. The more hormonal the better.

Magnificent Magnets.

We were on the Cape this weekend with Kase’s mom, and while shopping around Provincetown, we happened upon a children’s store that sold the sweetest clothes. While perusing, we saw this:

We were confused at first. What? How does it close? I don’t see any snaps or a zipper. Do you see any snaps? Nope! Turns out, it is completely held together with magnetic closures! How genius is that?  And really, the magnets just find eachother- there’s no lining them up or anything- it’s like a magic onesie. So for diaper changes in the middle of the night (and in the middle of the middle of the night, and then right at dawn, and then, well, you get it), instead of trying to line up snaps and fumbling around you just do this:

I know. I wish I had thought of it, too. I love the caption, “Not to worry.” If they knew me back when I was brand new to the mothering gig and trying to change Colin with the dimmer light on, then they would have captioned it “Don’t cry. It will all be okay!”

Speaking of snaps, or lack thereof, we snapped it right up. Well, my mother-in-law did. Thanks, Doris! And if you know someone about to have a newborn, I think this would be the most amazing gift to buy. Seriously. Easier= appreciated.

You can find your own at Magnificent Baby.

Preschool Prep

T minus ten days until Colin starts school. Every few days we receive yet another note from the school, whether that note has a nice little reminder to send them money, or if it is just to tell me how to do drop offs in the morning, I’m getting a little overwhelmed. And then they sent me a note telling me that all of Colin’s clothes and items need to be labeled. As I thought to myself, can he get away with wearing a uniform to preschool so I only label five outfits?, I discovered these:

They are totally customizable iron-on labels from Etsy seller (where else) Lollipop Labels. I got to choose the graphic (had to be a “digger”) font and color. Lifesaver! And she carries a ton of different labels for all sorts of uses, so if you are in need, check it out.  I paid $12 for 100 little labels, which are a perfect size to fit into little shoes. Because shoes need to be labeled, too. Jesusmaryandjoseph.

Now, I just have to find my iron. Or buy an iron. Whatever.

Anthro Inspired

I’m in full on party prep, which you  may know if you are following me on Instagram or Twitter. Yesterday, I headed to Marshall’s for one reason, and of course, left with five different reasons. Didn’t actually find what I was looking for, but isn’t that what Marshall’s and its ilk is all about? It’s like the discount stepbrother of Target, which I call the “$100 Store”- meaning, you can go in there with a little list and be all, “This is ALL I am looking for. I will not buy anything else this time. SWEARS!” and your husband just laughs at you, because, really? When has that ever happened in the history of Kate?

Which is my long winded way of saying that, no, I did not go to Marshall’s with the intent to purchase these cute milk bottles, but they were there all, “Psssst!  Hey! I was just wondering if you were having kids at your party? And they might drink milk? And it might look cute served in me?”  And I was all, “Get away from me, you master of darkness! I am here for….wait, what did I come here for? Oh yeah, milk bottles! HOW FORTUITOUS!”

Don’t look at me like that. I was helpless. Plus, I was totally there for milk bottles. I just didn’t know it yet. And, they were $5. These are all legitimate reasons.

Kinda remind me of these milk glasses from Anthro from last year, no?

Friday Find [Preschool Day, Hooray!]

I just realized in less than a month and a half, I will have a 2 year old (!!) who will be in preschool three days a week. WHAAAA? Don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to him heading to preschool, getting the socialization and skills he needs, but I’m still left wondering, “How did this happen?” I’m certainly not old enough to have a 2 year old, let alone one who goes to school. That’s crazy talk.

But he is going to school. And I need to prepare. And I suppose he needs to be prepared too. So I went to my bookstore (also know as Amazon.com) and ordered this cute book, “Preschool Day, Hooray!

I decided to order this particular book, because it runs through the day from the child’s point of view, from a hassled and harried mom (I guess that’s supposed to be me?) getting her sweet little boy to school, to greeting his teacher and friends, to the activities throughout the day. It ends with Mom coming to pick up her little guy and a big hug that I will now expect from Colin, as it is clearly detailed in the book.  Anyway, it’s adorable and Colin loves it. He brings it to me at least once a day for us to read together.

It doesn’t hurt that the little boy in the book closely resembles Colin, and I, the harried mom. I am sure that helps Colin wrap his little brain around the whole concept:

Life was so much simpler then….

If I’ve learned anything at all being a mom of a very active thirsty toddler, it is that I seem to always be running to the store to buy more milk. Which sucks. Especially if said child is going through a phase where he revolts at even the sight of a grocery cart in his peripheral vision. Or if it’s 100 degrees, and we need to walk to Walgreen’s to buy a quart to tide us over, and then I manage to leave the bag at the checkout counter. And I only realize this when we get home. But what really stinks is that I just feel like I am always going back to the store for just milk. Nothing else. Just. Whole. Freaking. Milk. I need to buy an Us Weekly while I’m there just to lessen the sting.

I don’t recall my mom ever saying “Jesus! We’re out of milk, AGAIN?”  You see, back in the day, my family always had milk delivered. Welch Farms in Jersey, Holla! A family with 7 kids requires 2-3 gallons of milk per week. So they delivered it. Right to our little milk box by our front door.  Life was just better in the 80′s. Am I right?

Anyway, fast forward to last Wednesday.  Colin and I were in the yard one day and this old timey truck rolled by. Colin loves a truck. I love a well designed old timey truck with style. “Thatcher’s Dairy Farm”. Um, that is a milk truck. A MILK TRUCK! Naturally, I pulled my mom card, asked Colin if he wanted a treat inside, and quickly got online to look into this mysterious Thatcher Farms.

I filled out a little information email, hit send, and not even 12 hours later was contacted to start delivery.

And let me tell you. It has changed my life. My pathetic and horribly boring life. But I don’t need your pity. Cuz I’ve got milk delivery. They also deliver other dairy, bread and if I’m feeling particularly crazy, PIES.

Colin gets a gallon and a half of whole milk and I get a half gallon of 1%, and every Friday it happens all over again. They bill monthly and I leave payment in the box for the delivery man. Same goes for if I want pie. I just slip a note in the box saying, “BRING ME PIE!” and they will. As if we live in 1950 Pleasantville.

But most importantly,  I never have to step foot in a store for the sole purpose of overpaying for milk that’s been shipped from God Knows Where and expired TODAY ever again (I’m looking at you, Walgreens).

The cute glass bottles don’t hurt either. ;)

Do you get milk delivered? Did you even know it was still possible?

Howdy, Neighbor!

Our new neighbors moved in while we were away in Nantucket. I remember when we moved in, our sweet 87 year old neighbor stopped by with gingerbread cookies as a way of introduction. It was such a sweet gesture, so I knew I wanted to do something similar for our new neighbors.

As any mom knows, a trip to the craft store, grocery store and a quick side trip to a Target or Wal Mart isn’t always possible, so I had to use what I had on hand. Luckily, I have a lot of crap just hanging around the house. Not as much as some other bloggers, but I’ve got some basics. Would I have preferred a burlap and twine accouterment? Sure. But I also appreciated not having to plop the kid into his car seat and take a 25 minute jaunt to pick up supplies.

I used a mason jar (I ordered a case of these just hoping I would find some craftastic use for them….and here we are), some Martha Stewart paper tape leftover and baker’s twine leftover from wrapping Christmas presents, and I repurposed a striped candy bag from Colin’s first birthday party.

I put together the mason jar with the candy bag and covered the top with the paper tape to provide a little contrast, layered some baker’s twine around the cap and added a little note:

And finally, I popped some Tollhouse Cookie break and bake into the oven and then loaded the jar with “homemade” cookies, Kate-style. ;) In my humble opinion, Tollhouse is the best. And sure, I could bake it from scratch, but the ready made dough is quite tasty delicious, so why fix what’s not broken. Also, when I want cookies, I want them. YESTERDAY. I know you feel me on that.

I brought them over last night and got a chance to meet our sweet new neighbors. They really are lovely and I am happy to have introduced myself and Colin.

Have you ever welcomed new neighbors? Or is this becoming a thing of the past?  That would be a shame really. Everyone loves cookies, right?

On My Case [A Giveaway!]

When you have a little kid, you often find yourself handing over your $300 smart phone which now has such apps on it as “Green Eggs and Ham” and “Peekaboo Barn” in order to restore a modicum of silence while dining in a public establishment.

When you have a foot injury and are confined to the couch, you find yourself cruising Etsy non stop because your sweet toddler broke your $60 monogrammed iPhone case when he hurled it down the staircase because look at it go bounce crash smash all the way down, mom!

And then you find it. The mother lode. Is that a monogrammed iPhone case? Is it nautical and stripey? Is it really $16.99???? Is it in my shopping bag immediately?Why yes. Yes it is.

I got it already and I LOVE it. It’s cute and not as bulky as my last case. And you know how much I love a monogram. I think it comes from being the youngest child of seven. I like to stamp my name or initials on everything. It’s a pretty way of saying “That’s mine. Hands off, jerk.” Or whatever.

But here’s the best part. I got in touch with Jenn, the owner of On Your Case, and she wants to give one of you a FREE iPhone CASE of your choice from her shop. Say it with me. Awwww YEAH! No? Okay, well you can imagine me saying it then. And I’m not even jealous you get it for free, because these cases are completely cute and affordable. Did I mention I spent $60 on my last case? What is that about?

Take a look at some of the cute cases:

I also love these:

Yeah, exactly. And YOU’RE WELCOME.

So here’s the deal. Go to Jenn’s Etsy store and hit the “Like” Facebook button.  Then, subscribe to my blog if you don’t do so already by clicking on the “Follow” button to the right over there, and then leave a comment letting me know which case in Jenn’s store is your favorite.

My favorite is all of them. I made need to get another one….

RULES: Entries will be taken until Sunday April 29th at 9pm EDT. Winner will be announced in Monday’s post.  I was not compensated for featuring On Your Case in this post. GOOD LUCK!

One Shirt. Five Ways.

A nice striped shirt is so easy to style in so many ways.  You can go from the playground to dinner out and still use the same pieces, just mixed up a bit. So for blog purposes and my own edification, and because I can’t get enough Olioboard goodness, I decided to style one shirt, five ways.

Last weekend for Always Crafty, I scrounged up a $9 clearance section striped tee from Loft, paired it with some skinny jeans and threw on some accessories. Gotta look cute for my fellow bloggers. And since you can’t get enough wear from a $9 shirt, I’m thinking of taking another crack at this outfit and changing it up a bit for Easter.

Unfortunately, the $9 clearance tee doesn’t appear to be available online anymore, but there are plenty of places to find a bright striped shirt. None of the items I chose is over the top, budget-wise and you can definitely find similar items at TJ Maxx or The Rack for less. More importantly, you can find every item online. Which I know is important for those of us with children who have been diagnosed with shopping cart aversion syndrome.

Here’s a similar look to what I wore last weekend:

tee shirtjeansbanglebelt/ flats

For Easter, I am thinking of switching out the dark skinny jeans for some white ones, and adding a few accessories for church (we’re a pretty casual church):

tee shirt/ jeansearrings/ bangle/ belt/ flats

If you want to dress it up a bit, you can sport some linen pants instead, and switch up the accessories:

tee shirt/ linen pantsbangle/ earringswatch/ clutchsandals

I can combine some elements of each, and I’ve got a perfect go-to outfit for this spring, whether we’re heading to dinner or I’m running errands:

tee shirtjeans/ earrings/ clutchflats

And for the playground, these Bensimon sneakers are definitely on my wish list:

tee shirtjeans/ earrings/ watch/ sneakers

I know what you are thinking: White jeans. Stupid idiot. But let me tell you: the great thing about white jeans and white slipcovers and white anything really is that you can just bleach it to death (or monogram them with fabric paint). And trust me, I’ve always got my OxyClean at the ready. Sometimes I prefer white to anything else precisely for that reason. It always feels bright and crisp and put together. Even if I don’t.

So you’re having a baby. Congratulations. Now go buy this.

My girlfriend Amanda shared the news recently that she is expecting. A child. Just in case that wasn’t clear. This is super news. Though it makes me laugh to think of how far we’ve come in the last 7 years. Literally. We met while working in NYC as event planners. I’ve since moved up and down the Eastern Seaboard and Amanda has travelled the world over, many times over.

Amanda was my first friend when I moved into the city. We were co-workers, but working in a 6×6 closet that someone deemed large enough to act as an office, at the same desk with 12 inches to part you will make fast friends. Or horrible enemies. We chose friendship. We had enough problems. One of which was our boss. But those are stories for another day.

Which is all to say, Amanda’s got dirt on me. Lots of it. So I need to tread lightly. Kidding. But I do love her, and I’m excited for her. Because as much as I bemoan having a holy terror as a child, having a little boy is lots of fun. And Amanda is joining the club.

I sent her the following list. I know lots of bloggers do the whole “The Stuff You Need to Buy to Raise a Human.” Well, here’s mine:

(anything highlighted is hyperlinked to a specific item)

So you’re having a baby. Good luck. Now go buy this.

Clothes:

White onesies.

Make sure to have both long and short sleeve up until 12 months. Also, for NB-3 months, make sure to have the kind with fold-over sleeves. Babies cut themselves up like Bloods going after Crips.

Zip up Onesies for sleeping.

You don’t want to be snapping up a million snaps in the middle of the night. Times 8. Sorry, but it’s happening. Deal with it. Move on.

Kimono style tops.

For the first couple of weeks, baby will be soaking up the spotlight. But baby needs to keep his belly button out of the spotlight. This means keep that sucker away from snaps, zippers, what have you. Cuz it’s gonna fall off. But until it does, keep it cozy. Don’t traumatize the belly button.

Sleep:

Light Dimmer.

Grab your husband. Grab a handy man. Just make someone install a dimmer switch in the nursery.

Video Monitor.

We cheaped out because we didn’t think it was necessary. And for the first 6 months, it’s not. In my opinion. But when they start to throw things out of the crib and pull themselves up and you are thinking about when is it okay to start crying it out? You’ll wish you knew if they were in real distress or just threw their soothe and glow seahorse overboard. And to be able to avoid entering the nursery with that knowledge is priceless.

Miracle Blanket.

You will think you want those cute Aden and Anais blankets. You don’t. Well, you can buy them if you want something light to drape over your carseat and shield the baby from Paparazzi. But to actually swaddle the baby? This is it. Get a couple. Seriously, I think we stopped swaddling at like 5 or 6 months. Babies wake themselves up without it. You don’t want that once they start sleeping through the night. Ish.

Sleep Sack.

Here’s the deal. All the baby books tell you, “Keep the baby’s room around 68 degrees!” And you think to yourself, “My sweet defenseless baby will be freezing!” Mostly because all the family visiting you will be walking around in their winter parkas and lamenting on why you keep the house so darn cold. And you will challenge them and say things like “Do you want the baby to DIE?!”. And then they will walk on eggshells around you, stage whispering about “hormones” and “post partum depression” until they leave. And then you’ll be sad because visitors help a lot with babies. What was I talking about? Oh yeah. Keeping the house at a nice 68 degrees. And cold babies. And he may be. That could be true. But at first, he’ll be swaddled and in a onesie. He’ll be fine. And then he’ll grow out of being swaddled. And you will freak out. You will actually consult your pediatrician about how to wean your child from swaddling since you are afraid he will never sleep again without being swaddled and what with it being an ice palace in your house, your baby needs a blanket. But blankets are forbidden.  So you go and buy this. And you wish you had registered for it, because at this point in the game you find yourself saying things like, “it’s just another drop in the bucket” and  ”put it on my tab.” So even though you may not use this at first, register for it. Because 6 months in? Ain’t nobody buying baby pressies. And that’s sad. For your wallet.

Fisher Price Rock N Play.

This is where your baby will live for the first five months of life. He will sleep here. He will nap here. He will watch you as you try and cook dinner for the first time again here. Don’t learn the hard way and purchase it one month into parenthood, after trying sleep incliners and padding the mattress and finally after reading on TheBump.com about this mysterious “FP RnP.”  You can go with the basic model, though I see they now offer a plush version. Either way, babies don’t care. You might though, when you realize all your pics of your baby have an ugly yellow polka dot background. See also:  all of Colin’s pictures from October 2010 through April 2011.

Fisher Price Soothe and Glow Seahorse.

“I am the ugliest product known to man. And I will lull your fussy baby to sleep every night, SO DON’T QUESTION ME LADY. Now, toss the sleep sheep.”

Extra fitted crib sheets.

Have about three for whatever crib you get. Pair them with mattress protectors.

Night Light Turtle. 

At one year, we phased out the Soothe and Glow Seahorse and phased in this guy. He loves to turn it on before he hops into bed which for the cuteness factor alone makes it worth it.

Feeding:

Burp Cloths.

Use the old cloth diapers for burp cloths. They are super absorbent and you can use them later on for cleaning rags. They do an excellent job on windows.

Bottle Brush.

Not much to say on that one. Oh, it stands up on its own. Super.

Bottles.

I prefer Green to Grow. They are all the BPA free crap, but more importantly, they hold up really well. Can’t say the same for Medela and some other brands. Also stay away from Nuk. Those suck balls. But keep in mind you may have to shop around for bottles that work for your baby. All nipples are different, some are faster flow than others, and that may or may not work for your kid.

Bottle drying rack.

It doesn’t scream, “LOOK! I have a baby!” Though all the breast pump parts and nipples might. Plus, the baby is probably screaming, “Look! You have a baby!” Re: the drying rack, you can just shove whatever, wherever. The only downside is the size. I found it a little small. You may want two.

Bottle Dishwasher Rack.

Didn’t even know we needed this. We were gifted it. And then we bought another one. You need this. Two of em.

High Chair.

Small footprint. You will likely buy a booster later on as well when your child sits at the table with you, so keep costs down where you can. This is easy to clean, easy to dissemble. You can pack it in the car if need be.

Booster Seat.

We also have an Inglessina Fast Chair, but be careful of these- you can’t attach them to islands or drop leaf tables, and they are difficult to attach to tables with lips. The beauty of the booster, it works on any chair really. And when you want your child to start eating at the table, you can’t beat the price. I know some people who use this from the get go. Since we didn’t have a dining table in our Boston apartment, we chose to go the high chair route. The high chair now resides in the cottage in Maine for when grandkids visit.

Necessities.

Pacifiers.

This is similar to what they will give you in the hospital or so I’ve noticed with all my friends anyway. Colin never looked back. And all those cute pacis we bought before hand? In the trash. If we had disposable income, I would invest in stock in these. If you have disposable income now, you should do the same. You won’t after the baby comes. You’ll thank me later.

Pacifier Holder.

You know the feeling in the pit of your stomach when something bad has happened? That is the feeling you will get every time you can’t find a pacifier anywhere in the house. Or you’ve clearly lost it somewhere in the mall. You’re going to lose a lot of pacifiers. This helps you lose less. But you’ll still lose a lot.

Thermometer.

We use this one on Colin. Never had a fever before the first year, though. But the pediatrician office approves of digital. However, they do warn there could be a degree of difference.

For Boys (ie. for Penises)

Vaseline and Gauze (2×2 pads) for circumcision wound.

Toys:

Manhattan Toy Winkel.

We received this as a bow on a present. Great idea. But also, the first toy that Colin could actually hold. This was a big deal. And also about three months down the line. Don’t forget your baby will grow beyond three months. I did.

Sophie the Giraffe.

5 months in, the baby will finally appreciate this. His drool will tip you off.

Baby Einstein Take Along Tunes.

I am not sure what hypnotic witchery they have going on there at Baby Einstein, but we never left home without this. Cue the zombie eyes.

Activity Station or Jumperoo.

Think beyond that squirmy-does-nothing-all-day-but-sleep-eat-and-poop-baby. One day, your baby will be upright on his own. And he’ll need something to do. Be a pal. Give him something to do.

Activity Mat.

Your child will spend lots of time on this thing. Find one you like and can stand to look at 18 hours a day. Oh, and it should be fun for him, too.

Foam Mat.

When your kid starts pushing himself up, you may want one, especially if you have hardwoods. This can be made as small or as large as you’d like. Rugs work too, though. Don’t get me wrong.

Bath and Cleaning.

Foam Tub Insert.

In my humble opinion, which I finally molded after not one, not two, but three infant bath seats, this is all you need. Yup, it’s five dollars at Target. Get one. Use it. When you’re done, squeeze it out like a sponge. When it gets ratty, throw it out. Buy another. Trust me. Your baby does not need an “infant spa”. Nor do you want to trip over it every morning on your way to the shower. You get five minutes to shower. Don’t use two of them kicking a baby bathtub around and yelling at it. Also, babies don’t fit into every bathroom sink, regardless of what PUJ tub wants you to think.

As an aside, you also don’t really need a knee pad to bathe your child. Grab a towel. You’ll have enough junk in your bathroom following giving birth. Trust me. Hello ice packs.

Aveeno Baby Products.

I use them myself now cuz they smell oh so good. And apparently Johnson’s has some carcinogen. I don’t know. This smells better anyway.

Tub Organizer.

You can shove the foam insert in here. Then when the baby gets some bath toys, you can shove them in here, too. Stays up great with suction. No adhesive strips, which means good for bathroom resale.

Sensitive skin wipes.

Whichever brand you choose.

Diapers. 

Target brand diapers are great so unless you spot a problem, I say go with those. Don’t use Luvs. Just. Don’t. Or do. But invest in Clorox.

Boudreaux’s Butt Paste.

Yup, that’s what it’s called. And it’s called that because they have nothing to prove. No need to get all fancy. Best butt paste for rashes.

Getting Around.

Stroller.

I know you won’t listen, because, well, I didn’t. Hello Bugaboo! But trust you me. For the first couple of months, you can get by with a Snap and Go. You’ll be grateful your first solo trip the doctor. Do this. Also, it affords you time to sort out what kind of stroller you really need. A placeholder, if you will. If you decide down the line, you really need a jogging stroller, then great. Go for it. Keep in mind, you also need an umbrella stroller, especially if you travel. You don’t want to be hitting up Babies R Us the night before Thanksgiving because you realize you are flying and can’t possibly bring your full size stroller with you. And they won’t let you through security with your Ergo strapped on. Which results in a panic attack because “WE ARE BROKE!!” That may or may not have happened to me. Maybe.

Stroller hooks.

Your stroller will become your new mobile car trunk. You are now a sherpa.  Invest.

Car Seat.

My recommendation here would be to go with the lightest car seat you can find. Not the car seat that can hold a 35 pounder. You will not be carrying a 35 pound baby in a car seat. Colin is still not 35 pounds. I would never carry him in a carseat now. We went with the Maxi Cosi. Nice and light. Even 15 pound babies feel heavy in a carseat.

Baby Carrier.

People are generally in two camps: The Baby Bjorn or the Ergo. I firmly planted my feet in both. Here’s why: we used the Bjorn when Colin was little little little. We felt like he was too tiny to go in the Ergo even with the infant insert. We used the Ergo when he got bigger because it was better on our backs. Either way you go, you have a baby strapped to you and you’re gonna sweat like a mofo.

Mama.

Okey dokey. Things are about to get real. Real Uncomfortable. Sorry. But it’s true.

Get yourself some yoga pants. And some granny undies. And some really cute pj sets. Some tank tops and zip up hoodies. Cuz that’s your new uniform, mommy! Make sure to have hubby on hand to go out and buy nursing bras once your milk comes in (GAG!). And splurge on those. It makes a difference. Even though you can’t believe you are spending $60 on a flasher bra. Do it.

Can’t say I recommend the Belly Bandit. I still have a pooch. But maybe it helped. Who knows.

If you go natural, you’ll want these on hand as well. I’m sorry. I hate to be the one to break the news.

- Colace (just trust me on this one

- Tucks medicated wipes.

- Spray bottle (they will give you this in the hospital)

- Ice packs (they will send you home with these from the hospital)

- Always Ultra Thin Pads

So, did I cover it? Anyone else got any advice for Amanda? I wish someone had told me that babies grow up to be 6 months old. That would have been helpful. For my bank account.

How to Start a Mommy War

The column below was written by the Bloggess, a.k.a. Jenny Lawson, my personal hero. You remember Beyonce. Exactly. I want to be her when I grow up.

Just to reiterate, I didn’t write the below article. But I sure wish I did.

Stay at Home Moms vs. Working Moms: Worst Cage Match Ever

Last week a study came out which showed that working moms have sicker kids than stay-at-home moms. Almost immediately, the stay-at-home moms turned the study into a 500-page scrapbook project which they used to pummel working moms with. Then working moms retaliated by sending their secretaries out to staple all of the stay-at-home moms’ nostrils shut. Or at least, I suspect that’s the kind of “mommy-war” bullshit that the media probably expected would happen.

In real life, however, almost everyone ignored the study because both the stay-at-home moms and the working moms were too damn busy to waste their time criticizing the personal decisions of fellow mothers. In fact, pretty much the only people who paid attention to this at all were the mothers-who-are-way-too-concerned-about-what-everyone-else-is-doing-because-it-distracts-them-from-all-the-shit-they’re-personally-failing-at.

Still, there are some new mothers who have fallen for the ridiculous idea that mothers are at war with each other, and who feel conflicted about making the decision to go back to work or to stay at home after having children, so I’m going to give you the lowdown of both options so you can decide for yourself.

The PROS of being a stay-at-home mom: You don’t have to shower until noon. If your child is under 6 months old, you can watch zombie movies and The Big Lebowski all day and they totally won’t care. Pajamas are your new uniform. You’re always home to sign for packages. You get to see all the cool things your kid does all day. Your kid isn’t exposed to the petri-dish of germs that is daycare. You feel like Donna Reed. You don’t have to deal with that bitch at work anymore. Your partner thinks you’re amazing. You have the quiet satisfaction of doing what’s right for your children.

The CONS of being a stay-at-home mom: You don’t have time to shower ever. If your child is over 6 months old, you have to watch really shitty kids TV all the time and you have weird sex dreams about Thomas the Train. All of your pajamas have bodily fluids on them. And not the good kind. You accidentally show your boobs to the mailman/cable guy/next door neighbor. You realize that your kid is boring and/or an asshole and you can never escape from them. You want to knife Donna Reed for making it look so easy. You irrationally shout, “STAY-AT-HOME MOMS ARE WORKING MOMS” every time you read an article like this and then you shake your head and wonder how you got like this. You feel so lonely that you actually start to miss that bitch at work. Your partner wants to rest after a long day of work and they don’t understand that you need to rest too and they say something like, “Why? What did you do all day? This house is a wreck” and then you have to go to jail for stabbing them in the shoulder. You find that prison is a pleasant break from being a stay-at-home mom. You secretly worry that you’re making the wrong decision.

The PROS of being a working mom: You get to escape from the insanity of motherhood for eight hours a day. You have more disposable income that you can spend on family vacations and classes. You can afford to put your child in a Portuguese-immersion daycare that will give him a huge advantage in school. You have an experienced nanny/child-care provider to give you advice and help raise your child. You can belt out that “I can bring home the bacon” song and totally mean it. You are able to keep up an active social life, which makes you a happier, more focused mom when you’re home. You have the quiet satisfaction of having both a successful career and family.

The CONS of being a working mom: You miss eight hours a day of your child’s life. You spend your entire paycheck on concerts to see The Wiggles. Your child is fluent in a language you can’t even speak. You have a nanny/childcare provider who is constantly telling you how to raise your child and occasionally your child calls her “mommy.” When “Cat’s in the Cradle” comes on the radio, you fall to pieces and everyone in your office hears you crying the ugly cry. Your kid is sick every other week from all the germs at daycare and your boss makes you feel like shit for missing work to take care of her. You end up using all your vacation days getting thrown up on in the pediatrician’s office. Everyone in your house gets lice. Twice. You’re so exhausted that you can’t accomplish anything and you feel like you’re failing as a parent and as an employee. You secretly worry that you’re making the wrong decision.

In the end, only one universal truth remains: You’re going to doubt yourself no matter what you do, but whatever decision you make is probably the best one for your particular family. Also, eventuallyeveryone gets lice. That’s another universal truth but not necessarily one anyone ever talks about.

PS: If you’re a working mom still pissed off about the sick-kid study, then you need to take a deep breath and calm the hell down. Yes, the study implies that children of working moms are four times more likely to be poisoned but that doesn’t mean you’re the one poisoning them. Honestly, who has the time? I barely have time to cook dinner at night, much less plan a poisoning. My guess is that your children are being poisoned by stay-at-home moms who are retaliating after having discovered that you are secretly encouraging your sick children to lick all the playground equipment just to level the sick-kid playing field. Honestly, I can’t say I blame them.

PPS: Dear media: The paragraph right above this one? That’s how you start a mommy-war. Fucking amateurs.

Colin’s Book Club

It’s like Oprah’s Book Club. But better. Because these books have pictures.

A few months back, I talked about my son’s addiction to the book “Little Blue Truck.” At least I assume it was an addiction. I base this on the fact he would get the shakes and would be very agitated when we hadn’t read it in at least 6 hours.

It was time to search for some new reading material. When simple phrases like “they clapped their hands” are automatically finished with “AND YELLED HOORAY! FOR THE LITTLE BLUE TRUCK WHO LED THE WAYYYYYY!” it’s time to move on. You have a problem. The first step is acknowledging it.

You do so by logging onto your Amazon Prime account and ordering books to arrive the next day. Because who has time to go to the bookstore? And by that, I mean, who has time to fight with their toddler over the Thomas the Tank Engine play set at the bookstore while trying to drag him away and simultaneously drop the $25 wooden block also known as a train toy. Not this momma. I’ve got better things to do, thanks. And much better things to spend $25 on. Like braided belts.

Priorities.

But back to the book club. The following get the Colin’s Book Club Seal of Approval. Which, in case you are wondering, resembles a slobbery hand print with a little bit of Kix residue.

If you’ve got a little kiddo of the male variety, then these books might be up your alley:

Llama Llama Wakey Wake. This is another of the Llama Llama series. We have the original Llama Llama Red Pajama, as well as the holiday version, Llama Llama Holiday Drama. This one’s a short little board book. $6 well spent.

Leonardo the Terrible Monster. This is a cute book about a terrible monster. No, seriously. He is terrible at being a monster. It’s cute. And more importantly, it’s short and to the point. It only looks long and hellish. It’s mostly just fun pictures. It’s by Mo Willems, who also writes the “Don’t let the Pidgeon” books.

Cars Galore. I bought this for Colin as a Christmas Present.  This books is awesome for kids who like cars. Truth in advertising, I guess. The rhymes are great, the pictures are cute. There is a lot of room for creative voices and sound effects. Parents know this is important.

Dinosaur Vs. Bedtime. This is a new addition to our household. We bought it over the weekend when we were in NJ. It’s silly, but I read it to Colin while he’s in the tub, and it’s pretty fun. He makes noises and happily brushes his teeth just like the dinosaur. Whatever works around here. And much like the Llama series, there seems to be a Dinosaur series that tackles the potty, the library and other assorted toddler predicaments.

So there ya have it. The Ulysses and Grapes of Wrath of the toddler literary canon, in my humble opinion. And I should know. I was an English Major.