That’s right, I have more favorite things. You can pretty much expect a post like this on a very often in your face basis. Why? Because if it’s one thing I like, it’s things. Ask B and American Express. When I find something awesome for the baby that either makes him A) stop crying for 55 seconds or B) occupies him for 56 seconds, I’m like OMG I NEED TO TELL SOMEONE ABOUT THIS. Hello someone.
The day finally came. It was a sad day. I played the graduation song in my head as I folded up my Moby and Sleepy Wrap and put them away. I technically could still use them for G but he is bowling ball heavy and he stretches down past my crotch now. It’s time to upgrade to the soft carrier. I actually rented a few to find out which I liked best and I found the mother of all carriers.
Here’s why this thing is bomb ass. It’s the only soft structured carrier that allows you to face the baby front, back, on your back or on your side. G wants to see shit so he likes to face front (one of the reasons we sold our Ergo). It’s also not for geniuses. Any drunk idiot can use it. But probably don’t be too drunk and carry your baby around.
After a friend told me that this thing saved her brain, I RUSHED out to buy it. I told B that it was G’s Easter present. G doesn’t know Easter from the toilet, so that was some bullshit. But I was sad because he haaaated it. He was 4 months old when he got it. He just didn’t dig it. Then we hit 7 months and holy jesus bunny, does this kid LOVE this thing. I mean seriously love it. Here is your video proof:
Ok I’ll be the first to admit that I was a dumb asshole about baby foods. But remember, this is coming from a mom who had to cut out dairy, soy and gluten from her diet so her child’s ass didn’t explode on the hour. I was paranoid. I do however make 80% of G’s food and purees. We are doing less baby led weaning now and more purees due to my paranoia. I know, murder me. In addition, I started using these. I use these for times like car rides, stroller rides, and mommy needs to internet rides.
G holds it and nurses it like a boob. He houses the thing in under 3 minutes. It’s all organic foods and I’m cool with it since it’s not for every meal. I do still prefer making my foods for him fresh because….
I add special hippie magic to them as recommended from our hippie doctor. Store bought purees are ok. But they are heated to a very extreme temperature to make them last on the shelves, killing off a lot of good vitamins and magic. So when I grind up carrots and that sort of jazz. I add these things to G’s food.
The sea vegetables are for digestability and the molasses is for iron which is low in breastfed babies. I only do a tiny dot of each in all of his meals.
Ok this isn’t really a baby thing, but it is if you don’t want your baby’s diet to have a 9th cat hair food group. Our cats are disgusting. For regular non fancy cats, they shed a mini kitten a day. I can show it to you in my vacuum. I found this and it’s changed my life
Seriously, it’s awesome. Buy it now.
Maybe you’ve caught on by now that G isn’t shy about being pissed off about things like, breathing, walking, not walking, eating, not eating, etc. So we found this
totally homeopathic. Calms them right down. It’s like you all pissed off that your 31 year old husband is playing video games again and you take a shot of vodka to calm down (no? just me?). It’s all natural and you give your kid 4 tiny drops and he’s right as rain. Magic fairy juice.
Ok, here’s our first non amazon product. But I really feel the need to tell you about it. This is a bathingsuit that I bought for my lake trip. Have I mentioned my obsession with bathingsuits? I wanted one NON one piece. But I didn’t want to show off the baby junk that G left behind in my stomach. Apparently he had some luggage that he forgot. So I got this:
I promise you that it looks cool retro and not mom pouch. I felt totally Angelina Jolie Vanity Fair in it. In fact, I said to B: “B take a picture of me looking 1950’s, like where’s is my husband? He must be at war.” B was like, ughh what war?” But he did.
This is a great gift for someone. It’s something you don’t realize that you need until it’s too late. The day that G could actually ride in the shopping cart and not ON me, was a good day. But shopping carts are foul beasts of disease. You need this.
It’s smart and awesome.
Part of our daily routine is pool time. Oh, we totally belong to the big pool club thing. But because of my fear of G napping in the car and NOT napping at home, we use our own baby pool. Having shade is key, because a screaming burned baby is like number 8 on worst things of your whole life ever.
That douchebag comes with the pool.
Now that G doesn’t sleep next to the space heater that is my boobs, he needs to be kept a little warm. Blankets are death sacks for baby, UNLESS you get a wearable blanket. The snuggie people totally stole this idea from babies.
We dress G in regular pajamas every night and one of these. It keeps him warm in our freezing ACified house. And a warm baby is a sleeping baby.
Our neighbors gave us this after their 2 kids went ape shit over this. Turns out G did the same. This is the weirdest toy and I can’t explain why kids like what they like, but this is on their good list apparently.
Yeah. It’s eggs that squeak. Just trust me on this one.
A little known MODG fact is that I have a minor/major Jewel obsession. I’d say 60% of the 90’s for me were spent singing “You Were Meant for Me” into a hairbrush. I still have a secret wish that someone will tell me to sing in a coffee shop and I’ll be all “but I live in my truck” and they’ll be like “oh man, we’ll make you a millionaire right now”. So yeah, I like Jewel. And when I found this I shit my pants.
And G and I listen to it every day and I swear it calms him down. And it makes me happy to not hear “Daddy’s Taking Us to the Zoo Tomorrow” one more GD time. xoxo Jewel.
And that’s all for this edition of stuff I like. I guess it’s stuff WE like. G totally loves my bathingsuit too.
Oh and did I tell you about the super fans that made a baby shower gift out of my favorite things and then decorated the box with my blog design? Um, best thing ever. I totally feel Real Housewife level famous.
Go forth and shop.