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I’m excited to share how I organize my diaper bag. I can’t get away with being unorganized in this area because I have a two year old and a six month old!
I use Thirty One’s organizing pack. This messenger style back pack has been a lifesaver for our family. It’s not an overly girly print, so my husband will carry it too. The best thing about this bag is the compartments!
Each compartment gets its own contents. On the top left, you’ll see my son’s diapers and the wipes. On the top right, I keep my daughter’s extra bibs, burp cloths, and outfits. Below those, you’ll see her diapers. Below that, we keep plenty of snacks for my little guy and some small toys too. On the bottom left we have Boogie Wipes (a must-have for toddlers), diaper cream, and extra pacifiers and clips.
The bag unzips in the front which wonderful because you can easily get to whatever you need. It’s all in view!
It will remain useful when we no longer need a diaper bag as well. The compartments are attached with Velcro and come out easily. The bag also unzips on the top too so it can be used for other purposes down the line.
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I can hardly believe it’s been two years! My little guy will soon turn two so I created a wreath to celebrate. This is a variation of the wreath I made for my previous giveaway.
It’s so easy to make! I bought a foam wreath form and simply pinned balloons to cover the front of the form. There are approximately one hundred balloons attached with straight pins. I think I bought out the balloons at Michael’s when I purchased them to make both wreaths!
I bought a wooden number two and used two coats of Krylon’s Indoor/Outdoor spray paint in Catalina Mist. The color is a beautiful mint green that I have big plans for on other projects as well because I liked it so much. I then applied two coats of a glitter paint to add some sparkle to the number. I used a plain white ribbon to hang it with and also to hang the number from. I just added a downward loop in the middle of the wreath and screwed a brass hook into the top of the number.
I don’t use a wreath hanger to hang my wreaths because I don’t like how they look, so I use a Command Hook trick. The hook is hanging upside down pointing downward on the inside of my front door and I tie the ribbon and anchor it under the hook.
Now off to take care of other preparations for my little guys party!
So on Tuesday my husband took my ten week old daughter for her two month well child visit. Everything was perfect. Sixtieth percentile for weight and eightieth percentile for height. We may have a super model on our hands folks!
Every parent knows that the two month appointment is when the vaccinations begin (if you choose to go that route). It’s a good thing that my husband took her because being in the same room with my children when they get shots may very well be my least favorite thing in the world. One time a nurse asked me to help keep my son still and I replied, “No thank you. I’m just going to go stand in that corner across the room and plug my ears.” If you haven’t been in the same room with an infant getting shots, consider yourself lucky.
When I picked the kids up from the sitter, they were both happy and my daughter slept in the car. My immediate thought was that I gave birth to one of those magical children who don’t fuss after shots, but just sleeps for two days. Boy was I wrong…
When we got home, the chaos began. My daughter was not happy and she’s usually not bothered by anything. My husband and I joke that she’ll sit in her own poop for an hour and smile the whole time. I have never heard her make any of the sounds she made that day. She was obviously bothered by the shots and her brother was bothered by her screaming. From 4:30-5:00 I had two kids under the age of two basically screaming in my face. They both tired themselves out just in time for my husband to get home from work, of course, so that when I tried to explain my half an hour of horror, I looked like a crazy person (which I’m sure I did anyway after them bombarding me with tears and screams).
I have a new motto for the upcoming days when I’m sure my daughter will be a little fussier and my son will continue to test us with the “terrible twos”. Keep calm and administer acetaminophen. Then we’ll have to do this all over in May at her next appointment. Yay!*
*dripping with sarcasm
So after many days of abnormal poop, we took my eight week old daughter to the doctor. Deep down I knew what they were going to say before they even said it; I have to go dairy free.
I don’t know if you all are aware, but everything that tastes good has some kind of milk or dairy ingredient. I can no longer enjoy cheese, chocolate, and pizza among many other things. Luckily for me, I have wonderful friends who also had children with a milk protein intolerance and they’ve been really supportive and gave me so much information.
I know this is going to be tough, but I think it may be a blessing in disguise. My biggest gripe since giving birth has been my weight and my inability to fit in my clothes. After some research, I realized that going dairy free inherently means eating healthier. I can’t sit around and eat my Hershey’s Drops or macaroni and cheese. In my quest to stay positive and grab the bull by the horns, I celebrated by buying a new pair of running shoes. Lets be honest here, I’ll probably do more walking than running, but hey, at least my feet will look good doing it!
My son often goes for the box that his toys come in. One of his favorite boxes is the box from diapers.com. This morning he discovered the box at the bottom of the stairs and began exclaiming, “Bok! Bok!”
We took the box into the living room and I chuckled all morning as he loaded it up with toys, diapers, the dog’s leash, his favorite companion George the monkey, and his potty seat.
As he was occupied, and his sister was sleeping, I took this opportunity to use the bathroom. Before I was done washing my hands, I hear him screaming, “Stuck! Stuck! Stuck!” My heart sank and I ran out around the corner to this scene…
Needless to say, my fear turned to laughter as I saw his little feet dangling above the floor. This my friends, is precisely one of the reasons I had children.