I finally was taught by B how to embed videos in WP. Seems I should have been able to figure that one out myself with a simple Bing search. I’m embarrassed….
But here’s a cute video!
I finally was taught by B how to embed videos in WP. Seems I should have been able to figure that one out myself with a simple Bing search. I’m embarrassed….
But here’s a cute video!
I love nothing more than my baby boy in jeans. He looks so cute in his Ga.p jeans and I cannot stop staring at him when he wears them. It was cool enough today to put him in some jeans and I could not take my eyes off of him.

How cute is his tushie in those jeans? (You don’t really need to answer – that’s a rhetorical question!)
To see more, check out PAIL’s Memorable Moment Monday.
This post is “a long time coming…” like months and months coming!
So a lot has been going on in the blog world lately, and it’s been going on since just after I started my blog a few months ago. This all makes me wonder if blogging drama has always been going on, and I just didn’t notice it much when I was simply a lurker, or is it truly recent? Either way, I sometimes wonder if we’re all just a bunch of hormonal women trying to get (or stay) pregnant who are hopped up on too many hormones (synthetic or natural – they’re all just as mood-altering!).
Whatever the case, whoa – a lot of sh*t seems to be going down.
For me, all the drama started with (what I call) the sh*tstorm at SQ. I was a brand new blogger back in March (was it really that long ago?) when the ALI community was ripped to bits over the creation of PAIL (oh PAIL, how I love thee!).
I guess I should back-track a bit and discuss how I got started in the blogging world. I was SO excited to be a member of PAIL, not because it was some mommy sorority that let me exclude my still childless sisters, but because it was a community that made me feel safe. It was the creation of PAIL that got me to start blogging – truly. I had thought about blogging but feared it a little, because our written words last FOREVER – especially those written on the internet. What if I said something stupid? What if I inadvertantly offended someone with my words? What if my husband wasn’t comfortable with me putting my feelings out there? What if my IRL friends and family wanted to read it? What if, what if, what if! I just drempt of blogging but didn’t really do it for months. I had all sorts of posts in my head, but I never wrote them out.
So PAIL happened and I was so excited about it that I started up my little blog that night. I commented on Yolk’s post that this was just what I needed to get going and feel safe, and I then setup a space for myself at WordPress. Life was good – very good! I was cranking out posts like crazy because, well… I had a lot to say! And then the ‘sh*tstorm at SQ’ happened and I became frightened. But I also became vocal. I did not like what people were saying about “those PAIL people” and I didn’t like the personal attacks that were happening to a few of the bloggers who started PAIL. I just didn’t like it – it wasn’t nice – so I commented on SQ several times as one of the minority who had issues with what was going on. I wasn’t the only one who didn’t like it and things unfolded, and things were said, and feelings were hurt, and I was sad about it. How could all of these women who share similar struggles turn on each other so viciously? And sure SQ was M’s space, but was it really OK to just say such terrible, direct things about a single person and out them on her blog because it was her space? I didn’t think so, but I was new and I didn’t know the “rules” of blogging. I guess she can say whatever she wants on her space. Right?
Right?
So that was my first introduction to the drama of blogging. I almost quit blogging over it – because it made me feel very unsafe. But through that whole drama, I found a very good friend who made me feel safe and I continued my little blog. I mean, afterall, this is MY space, right? I can say and do whatever I want in my space.
Right?
And then that whole “Other Side of the Rainbow” situation happened and I just had to roll my eyes because, really – people fake that stuff? I had no idea! I felt more pity for the gal who did that than anger because, well, it was obvious that she had some serious problems. And, it turned out that a baby hadn’t died and that’s a good thing. AND – it was her space – and she could write whatever she wanted, truth or fiction, right?
Right?
And then, just last week, Esperanza* posted a self-reflecting post and titled it with a question for feedback from her readers. It was a very honest post, like everything she writes. I read Esperanza rather frequently – I would call myself a regular follower even though I don’t “follow” her through my reader. She posts a lot and her posts are very thought-provoking, and sometimes I just don’t have the emotional wherewithall to invest in her posts because they always make me think really hard and sometimes, honestly, they can frustrate me. I don’t say that as criticism – some of my favorite blogs upset me a great deal and make me really look within myself, which is a good thing. I am a very self-reflective, introspective person so even if I don’t agree with what E has to say, or I find one of her posts frustrating, I still greatly value the self-reflection she’s doing and often comment on her posts. I love hearing other people’s thoughts and even better, I like reading their thoughts unfold because I find the human psyche fascinating! But reading these posts takes time and energy so I don’t want them in front of me in my reader until I’m really ready to read them.
So I go out to E’s blog once or twice a week when I have the time to really read her posts and soak in what’s been going on in her life. I usually read a few posts at a time and was not surprised this weekend to see that I’d missed a few posts because,well, E posts a lot (like myself). The most recent post alluded to some serious things that were said in her comments section on an earlier post so of course I wanted to know what in the world was going on. Like another blogger posted last week, some of us just have an innate need to know, a natural curiosity. I am one of those people. So I went back to her earlier posts to read what was going on. Let me tell you – it was not nice. Some people had been critical in a constructive, sensitive way, but others were just out-and-out cruel. Who would write these things on someone else’s blog? Sure, she asked for feedback and should be able to take the feedback she requested, but feedback and nastiness are two different things. And this was her space – she should feel safe in her own space. Right?
Right?
After all the dramas in blogland, I’ve learned a few things about myself and my blog as a relatively new blogger. I’m learning from others’ mistakes and missteps – mistakes of both bloggers and commenters – and I’m learning from mistakes of my own.
What I’ve learned:
Some of you may think that this is very sad, and in a way, it is. But meh – I have a lot of good friends IRL to share my darkest, saddest, most difficult thoughts with – and that’s what I need. And – I need the comments sections of your blogs to sometimes share some of my own personal frustrations that I don’t want my IRL friends or family seeing on my blog. You’ve all seen my comments on your blogs – you know it’s not all flowers and sunshine here in Iowa. HA!
I love all of the friends I’ve made through blogging and I’m not dismissing any of you, but I also am choosing to not burden you with my challenges because I just prefer to keep this space light. And cheerful. And positive. And nasty comment-free. I’m not saying that this model works (or should work) for others – but it does work for me. I have enough negativity in my life (you’re shocked, right? Because I don’t put it on my blog? But alas – it is there! HA HA!) and I don’t need it in the comments section of my blog. I wouldn’t be able to handle that – it would make me very sad. My blog makes me very happy and I want to keep it that way – for me.
So yeah – that’s what I’ve learned.
I’ve also learned that:
* Please note that Esperanza knows that this post was going up and she said it was OK to write about her experience. That is the only reason I’m naming her and linking to her blog. I wouldn’t normally do that! Thanks, E, for being cool with this!
Can you become addicted to consignment shopping? Seriously – I have got a serious addiction starting – it’s like a challenge to me. This all started just a week ago.
Let me start at the very beginning with a bit of history to help explain myself.
I have a problem with buying clothes for my child. Matthew has too many clothes. When I get ready for him to move into the next size grouping, I put the old grouping in tubs and find things in his drawers that still have the tags on them. Things that I totally forgot about. Case in point – it is almost Labor Day here in the states and you’re not supposed to wear white pants after labor day. Matthew has a pair of white pants and a sailor suit with the tags still on them that I found today – and now I’m in a rush to have him wear these items before Labor Day. We may not make it – the white pants go with a sweater and it’s too hot for a sweater. It looks as though the 12-18 month tubs are going to have some hang tags in them.
In my defense, I am one hell of a bargain shopper. Matthew may have too many clothes, but not a single thing was bought at full price and most everything was purchased for about 25-40% of the original price long before he was born. I bought everything about 9 months in advance so everything he is wearing this summer was new last summer (I buy things on clearance at the very end of the season or even later into the next season). I used to keep a spreadsheet before Matthew was born of everything I’d bought in each size, tracking the price paid for each (you’re nodding your head, SRB, saying, “of course you did!”) – and my average price per item (jeans, overalls, sweaters, shirts, shoes, etc.) was about $7-$8.
But all of the justification and bargain shopping in the world does not negate the fact that I buy this kid too many clothes. B is going to read this post and I’ll be shocked if he doesn’t put his first comment on my blog. I am lucky he hasn’t left me over this because there have been times when I just cannot. stop.buying.baby.clothes. He’s always been very kind to me about this and would gently ask when the Gym.boree or J.anie and J.ack boxes were going to stop coming to the house. (Thank you, B!)
I tempered this obsession about 9 months ago because, well… I had everything we needed through 12 months of age. I geared up to buy Matthew’s 12-18 month summer clothes but did that quickly and then stopped. Now I need to get the 18-24 month clothes stocked up and I am just over buying things brand new. Brand new is great, especially at $7-$8 for each item – but now that we’re buying closer to the time we need the clothes (because I didn’t buy them way in advance because I didn’t know how quickly Matthew was going to grow), they’re costing much more than $7-$8 per item and I’m just not doing it. But I’m also not going to stick him in boring clothes. So what is a gal to do? Consignment shop!
I thought I had hit the jackpot on Thursday, but that does not even hold a candle to what I scored today. SERIOUSLY! Look at this:
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I went into the first store and went straight to the clothing rack and started pulling all sweaters in 18 months – 2T that were from Gymb.oree, Janie and Ja.ck, and G.ap. I did not care if I liked it or not – if it was one of those brands, I pulled it. I did the same thing with the jeans and shorts and then T-shirts. Then I went through to decide which items I did and did not like and put things back that I didn’t like or really need. My test is always, “would I have bought this brand-new had I had the chance?” If the answer was yes, it was going home with me. The first store was fantastic and I got a lot of stuff – and nothing cost more than $7 (and most items were $5 or less). The items that cost $7 still had hang tags on them. The second store was a bust but I did find a cute bowling set that the neighbor kids have that Matthew loves. We then went to a third store that had some great things but not as many as the first place.
So what did I get? For a total of $145.40, I got:
My average price per item was $5.01 and we are stocked up for 18-24 months.
But I’m still going to another couple of stores tomorrow because… I don’t really know why. Maybe because I’m now obsessed?
We didn’t do much today. It was one of those days with zero expectations so it ended up being awesome!
We started the day by taking Matthew to gymnastics and that was super fun, followed by breakfast. It took us FOREVER to find a breakfast place that was either not packed or was open. Since when do places serving brunch not open until 11:00? We ended up going to a place that B suggested after our first 2 failed attempts, and I said no because I thought it could be too expensive given what they may or may not have on the buffet (we went once and it was not good, and then we went again and it was terrific… so we were batting 50/50). After our third failed attempt at finding a place to dine, I agreed to give B’s place another try and it was awesome! For me being the one not wanting to spend too much money on breakfast, I sure was quick to say YES!” to the unlimited mimosa and bloody mary bar add-on. I made that worth the money by having 3 🙂 They give you the choice of champagnes (dry, sweet, or peach flavored) and then you add your OJ and a flavor shot if you want. I got peach champagne and added a shot of strawberry to my mimosas and holy hell were they good!
Matthew ate smoked salmon (this place has the best smoked salmon I’ve ever had), capers, ham, sweet potatoes, fruit, carrots, chicken parmesan, and green beans. Success for him. At the end of the day, that’s all that really matters – is that he’s happy with his food and that he has a variety. If he can try something new (like capers), then it’s an added bonus. Everyone of us left fat and happy 🙂
Matthew did not nap so well today – only 2 hours after being up for 5.5 hours but he did great the rest of the day. B put Matthew’s wagon together while Matthew and I napped and it was super fun taking him in that after his nap. He LOVED it! We visited with the neighbor and then decided that we really needed to go look at cars for me. UGH. We were met with more vehicles that don’t meet our difficult criteria (LATCH in all three seats in the second row so that we can put two car seats side-by-side) so we are back to our just two vehicles to consider. Matthew was a trooper as we took him in and out of the car, from place to place. This kid never ceases to amaze me with his happiness! I had packed some food for Matthew before we left just in case he needed a snack so we had everything he needed for a dinner out on the town. We went to one of our favorite local spots and had a nice family dinner. More salmon for Matthew but he didn’t complain!
We then came home and decided to go for another wagon ride and were hoping to chat with our new neighbors who have done amazing things to their backyard. Mission accomplished and they had a huge golden doodle that Matthew could not get enough of! Max, the dog, took off with Matthew’s stuffed monkey and he thought that way hysterical! We let him out to play with the Max and I don’t think he’s ever been happier. If B wasn’t so adamant on not having a dog, I would be writing right now about how we’re going to go dog shopping tomorrow… but alas, we are not. B keeps us dog-free and that’s a good thing because A) we have 3 cats and B) dogs are a lot of work. AND – I believe they belong in the house with the family and B does not – so we will never find a middle ground on this and it’s for the best. Truly. Sorry, Matthew 😉
Matthew just went down without being rocked for very long. He’s now “asking” me to put him in his crib at bed time – he’s just happier settling himself down and that’s great! We sing and rock for about 5 minutes before he gives me his, “leave me alone” cue and it works out just great. No fussing or crying – just reaches for his crib and settles down. Unreal.
So that was our day (as if you care!). I was supposed to go consignment shopping but my friends couldn’t go – so I’m going tomorrow. I’m seriously jumping out of my skin with excitement!
Here are some more wagon photos. B gave Matthew the wagon for his birthday. Great present, Daddy 😉
First wagon ride… It was a success!!!!

I’m back from my first consignment run – and it was fun! Now – I will say – it was not what I was expecting. I was expecting a line of women at the door, ready to race to the racks for the goods. Nope – we were first in line just 18 minutes before the doors opened. Hmmm… but it was the first time this was in our area so people didn’t know about it yet. Bad for the organizers, good for us!
So if I was expecting a baby – this would be the place to go! They had a Chic.co stroller, car seat, and base for $120 and all of it was in great condition. I would never buy a used car seat because I worry about things like that, but hey – I’m not judging those who would. It was one heck of a deal for someone in the market for such a thing. They had tons of jumpers, bouncy seats, push toys, etc. All the things I bought brand new could have been bought at this event for a fraction of the price. Again – for those expecting their first baby, there were lots of deals to be had.
I went straight for the clothes. I have high standards when it comes to clothing because I take great care of Matthew’s current clothes. If he gets anything on them that could cause a stain, I soak them, pre-wash them, and then wash them on gentle. Heck, I still use Dreft because – well – it smells good and has done a good job so far. HA! So I wanted clothing that was in terrific condition and without stains. I found some good stuff. I bought 6 pairs of PJ’s – two with the tags still on them. My sister puts her kids in a fresh pair of PJ’s each night and she convinced me to do the same – so we always need jammies! I got plenty to move into for the next size. I also got an awesome sweater (baby G.ap), a great t-shirt (gym.boree), a playsuit (Gym.boree), another little t-shirt, a pair of G.ap pants, and a pair of Old Nav.y jeans. The major “find” was that skull and crossbones sweater – I would have considered paying close to full price for that at G.ap because I think it’s that cute. Seriously!
Where I think I got pretty great deals was in the toy section. I picked up a couple wooden puzzles, a wooden clock, and a wooden tool set – all Melis.sa and D.oug brand. I got a bag of 3 “thingamajigs” (I have no idea how to spell that!), and I just get a kick out of those little things! I got a ball toss toy (B will love that) and a life vest. The life vest still has the tags on it and it was $5. I have no idea what those sell for IRL, but $5 seemed fair.
I got it all for $91. I think that’s a good deal! I probably could have done better on some of the toys ($7 for the clock when it retails for $15 or so), but it was a pretty fun time and cost less than regular or even sale prices!
Steal of the day, though, FOR SURE – is that sweater 😉
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I am going to my first consignment event tomorrow and I am so excited! I will post all about it (even if it sucks). I am going in pursuit of good quality, well cared for clothing. We shall see what I find! I am dragging taking along two friends – one with her first baby on the way and one with her third (her first two are twins). I think it’s going to be crazy – tons of moms with nothing on their calendars more exciting than this one huge event. 😉
I am off to bed. It is taking everything in me not to curl up on the sofa and fall asleep right now. Ever since I was very young, I’ve gotten much joy out of falling asleep in a chair or on the sofa – heck, even on the floor – out in the living room with the lights on and the house still “up.” B is used to it now and just lets me do it and then will gently wake me up to go to bed when he heads back. He knows I just prefer to fall asleep this way. It’s weird. But it’s a family thing – my dad does it too and always has. Strange.
