Archive for the ‘baby business’ Category

Halloween costumes for CHEAP, SON!

Posted 04 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, retail therapy

Heads up, Carter’s is having a big sale on their Halloween costumes…

Since Abby can quack like a duck…here’s her costume, for $17!

(not my baby)

Score something for your babies before they’re all gone!

There will be a more meaningful post soon, when the stomach-flu scare has exited our home.

Sailing the seas of poop.

Posted 15 Sep 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood

With Abby fast approaching her 1st birthday, I’ve taken for granted the lack of blowouts and poop stories I had when she was younger.

HOWEVER.

The past 3 days have been nothing short of Pooptown. Like…poop. Lots of poop. Runny, disgusting, diaper rash inducing poop.

I’ll assume that the majority of you who haven’t closed your browser or skipped to the next post in your reader are parents yourselves, or at least pet owners. (We as a “community” are not so scurred of poop. Am I right? HIGH FIVE, POOP CLEANERS!)

Last week, a little cut on Abby’s finger started to look like it might be infected. Turns out, traditional methods of neosporin and band-aids are not recommended for babies who chew on their hands 24 hours a day. I know, you’re like…WHAAAAAA? ME TOO. So, like the good parent I am, I watched it…hoping it would get better.

Abby stayed the night at her grandparents house Friday while Mommy & Daddy celebrated Mommy’s second annual 29th birthday. While we were indulging in adult beverages, her finger blew up like, twofold. SO, Saturday included a trip to Urgent Care.  We came home with a bottle of amoxicillin. By Monday, her finger was looking better. Also on Monday, Auntie Amanda picked her up to get her ready for her bath, only to announce, “She’s wet!” where we proceeded to notice the shit stains all over her pajama bottoms. A blowout. Of diarrhea proportions. OH GOD. DOESN’T LOOK GOOD.

So, she’s got the shits from the medication. Enter my dear mother-in-law. Due to a crazy scenario including a since-removed tumor, she no longer has her sense of smell. So, imagine her horror last night when she decided to check Abby’s diaper the old fashioned way by sticking a couple fingers in it to see if it was wet, only to pull out a poop covered mess.

Abby’s only got 2.5 more days of the medication. 2.5 more days to sail the seas of poop.

Also – even though she’s 10.5 months old, Abby had her 9 month check yesterday. Official stats: 30 inches long, 21 lb 13.5 oz. I’ve got myself a tall baby girl.

Fresh baby.

Posted 09 Sep 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, other people are awesome, RAD

I hope she doesn’t mind, but I want to welcome to the world my new pseudo-nephew…Atlas.

I’m so excited/proud/giddy for one of my bestest friends. Atlas decided he needed to come out head and hand first, just like Abby. I’m sure they’ll be BFFs. No doubt.

Gratuitous product gushing.

Posted 30 Aug 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, RAD

So, while I was in the New York with my pal Morgan of the818.com, I noticed her daughter using a snack cup that seemed like an invention from the GODS. Of course, as soon as I got home and got to Target (which, let’s be honest was about 20 minutes after I got home) I bought one for Abby. How I got along without it for so long baffles the mind.

Munchkin’s Snack Catcher. It’s like, $4 for the greatest thing you’ll ever get your kid. It’s lid allows their tiny hands to reach in and get out their snacks, but also keeps all that shizz in there so it’s not all over your house. Granted, when your daughter has a love affair with Cheerios….little round cheerios…some are bound to escape. But it’s still SO EFFING WORTH IT.

Now, as a disclaimer I was not paid to say this or did I get any compensation. Just one mom gushing to whoever wants to listen that this thing is awesome.

That is all.

10 months.

Posted 27 Aug 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, paparazzi

Our little Abigail is 10 months old today. TEN MONTHS.  That means in two measly months she’ll be 12 months, aka ONE YEAR OLD. I’ve actually begun planning her birthday party and it kinda makes me want to cry every time I start designing her invitations.

I’ve decided she will most likely be walking or trying really hard to walk by her birthday. She has already crawled around our entire house which is nothing short of mind blowing every time she does it. She gives kisses, high fives, claps like a champ and feeds herself like a pro.

Seeing her grow is just awesome.

When you’re planning on having a baby, one really focuses on just THE BABY part of it. I never really thought about how cool it would be to watch her grow into a toddler and eventually a teenager and then adult. Like, the thought crosses my mind, and then she’ll actually hit one of those little milestones and it hits me like a wrecking ball. SHE IS GROWING UP. ALREADY. YOU’D BETTA RECOGNIZE, MOMMA.