You’ve been warned. A couple of my Etsy purchases have arrived and I’m thrilled, thrilled, thrilled with them. Have you ever seen anything cuter?
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And perhaps even more adorable is this one:
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I can remember it clear as if it were yesterday. Me, a little kid sitting there with some dinner still on my face and my mom, not hesitating for one second to lick her finger to wipe it off. It was just what moms did. Or so I thought. Until I was about 13, walking through the mall when mom spied something on my face, stopped me, licked her finger and made the approach. I don’t know what set off the alarms that day, the cute boys standing there that no doubt noticed, but I suddenly realized someone was using spit to clean off my face. Ummm…no thanks. Never again. I swore then and there that I would never do that to my kid. Not only was it disgusting, it was embarrassing. Skip to the other day. Jaia and I took a truly glorious walk to our local Starbucks. Jaia had a hot chocolate, me a steamed milk. We sat in the oversized chairs by the windows and had a lovely coffee date. When we were getting ready to leave, I noticed that Jaia still had chocolate on her face and I grabbed a napkin and wiped. Most came off, but not all. My options were A) to collect all of our stuff and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up before we left or B) to MacGiver my own solution. So I spit a little bit on a napkin and began to wipe her face. She let me at first, but then must have realized what was going on and stopped my hand, looking at me oddly. Then she says, “Mama, why did you put your wet on me?” I immediately flashed back to my own childhood, and that day in the mall, in particular. It made me laugh. Laugh hard. Laugh uncontrollably. I had done what I swore I would never do and hadn’t really thought twice about it. Moms lick their fingers or spit on napkins to clean their kids faces because they can. And it’s easy. And closer than wipes or a sink or bathroom. And my outspoken child picked up on it at the ripe old age of three, where as I let it go on for 10 years past that. So as I’m sitting there laughing, wishing another mom was in earshot to have heard what Jaia said, Jaia begins laughing at me laughing uncontrollably. And we can’t stop. And now, all the people who I wished had been eavesdropping before are staring at us for making a ruckus. It was awesome. That kid is hilarious. And probably has a messy face.
May 4, 2010 - 8:34 am
When you two get laughing, you feed off each other and there’s no stopping you! I need to get it on video 🙂       Two days in a row last week, Jaia and I headed to Petrie Island. I remember it as a swamp, but some major work over the last few years have turned it into quite the pretty little beach. There is still some swamp there, but the beach part is awesome. Lots of fresh, clean looking sand and much to Jaia’s delight, water to play in. And sit in.
But the best part for her was another visit with her little buddy, Abby, who she adores. And the two of them together – like two peas in a pod.
April 30, 2010 - 8:58 am
We used to take picnic dinners down there on summer evenings when we lived just up the hill. It is nice, isn’t it?
May 4, 2010 - 12:07 pm
It was a nice playdate, wasn’t it 🙂 Abby will be excited to see she made the Forgetful pages. Jaia is getting more and more and more independent everyday. I can’t deny that some days, especially in my current whale-like state I find this extremely helpful, but other days it makes me sad to know that she really is growing up at the speed of light. My little bug, who a few months ago wouldn’t even enter a room where there were other people, is now able to put on her own shoes, go to the bathroom by herself, get herself a glass of water (with the help of our trusty Ikea step stool) write her own name without help and buckle herself into her car seat. One of her funniest new habits is wanting to style her own hair. She brushes it and puts a barette in the front to keep her bangs out of her face but then she takes a clip and givers herself a sort of side ponytail, leaving the other half of her hair loose. And Heaven forbid if she ever loses her clip or leaves it somewhere…. She loves how it looks. She’ll sneak peeks of herself in the mirror and proudly show it off to anyone she meets.
I have to admit that I’m not a huge fan of the style, but figure, like anything else, it’s a phase she’s going through. So I don’t say anything. And I snap pictures of it to show her some day. I figure that by the time she’s in high school, she’ll have moved on to something else. Imagine what my mother thought as she watched me empty half a can of hair spray on my teased bangs every day in grade 7… Don’t laugh. You did it too…
April 28, 2010 - 8:10 pm
Best story ever. I was also a bang teaser. With a perm. Barf!
I’m glad we chose to spend a few hours in the sun enjoying the warm breeze the day before tomorrow when they’ve forcasted SNOW! Yes, you read that right. Snow. Barf.
April 27, 2010 - 8:18 am
Double barf. I hadn’t heard the forecast. I was stunned to wake up to snow today after such a fabulous day yesterday.
April 27, 2010 - 9:07 am
Did you get the email with the photos from our hike this weekend? We got snowed on too. Actually we experienced every season in the span of about 2 hours. Awesome!! |
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Carolle - it is so cut… love it
Dan - Nice strategic placement of Jaia’s shirt to hide … THE NAME!
michelle sweet - Ok, i must have missed somehow that youre having a boy??? Really?
Auntie Jenny - Dan – that’s what I was thinking. Nice strategic placement! Is the name really on there? Does it start with an ‘F” ?
Auntie Kris - I just love Etsy. Where else can you find such adorable stuff? Nice careful coverage of the name!! Can’t wait to see them dressed in these…
contributor mark - I recently saw a picture of a horse that’s smaller than a dog. I don’t know that it was *cuter* then these shirts, but it’s in the discussion.