A version of thefollowing was originally posted on Jill Simonian’sTheFabMom.com. JillSimonian is a TV & Digital personality seen frequenlty on HLN, Hallmark Channel and parenting blogs across the web. We’ve all hit that metaphorical brick wall. You know, that thing we slam into every now and then when weve spun around in circles enough times to lose our orientation.BAM!There’ve been way too many times I’ve …
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After having my second baby just a few weeks ago, I’ve now decided that my name officially sucks. How did this happen? I loooooooooved my name. I still love my name. But it just doesn’t have the same magic anymore.
I am RIGHT in it people. Princesses, princesses everywhere. My newly-minted 3 year old is obsessed, and my 19-month old is following suit. (I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree… I literally thought I was Snow White when I was five. And Lord help you if you disputed me.)
How old is too old to have a baby? Is there such a thing as being past our female prime in our progressive age of egg-freezing technology and scientific possibilities of surrogacy? Some say yes, some say no. The options for carrying and birthing a baby past the age of 35 teeters on controversial to some. Others don’t understand the controversy at all.
Who has time to clean their house? (Crickets.) Does anyone clean their own home anymore? (Bigger and more obnoxiously-loud crickets now, at least with a lot of my busy friends.) Looks like I’m the only sucker.
Yikes! Is a classic bit of birthday fun ending in too many bumps, bruises and broken bones? The number of kids hurt while using inflatable bounce houses and moonwalks has risen dramatically since 1995, according to a new study published in Pediatrics. Researchers found that the injury rate has risen a staggering 1,500% in the past 15 years. Between 1995 and 2010, nearly 65,000 children were treated for bounce house related injuries,with the years between 2008 and 2010 seeing a doubling of the injury rate.
Ah, the indoor play-gym. Wild colors. Bouncy things. Countless ways to lose yourself in all-things-kiddie. They seem to be popping up everywhere I turn (or maybe I’m just noticing them more). But if I may offer some wacky advice to moms who just might have the same twisted outlook on life as myself – If you see one, RUN AWAY! Run far, far away.
Recent choices have led me to wonder if I’m walking a fine line lately between sexy and slutty. Not too long ago, my sister texted me a picture of a clothing boutique’s window display showcasing mannequins with minidresses on – alongside two baby strollers. Seeing it, I squealed with delight, and thought it was a fun and long-overdue display of the “new, sexy mom”…until my sis commented on the “slutty dresses” and questioned how and why any designer would create such a contradictory scene for a storefront window. Whoa. Reality check. As arguably appropriate as her opinion seemed, it was also strange for me to hear this from her (considering that my sister’s past activities involve wearing miniskirts to church).