Nap time

This post is my first real-time nap blog.  The babe is down, after fighting me all day.  She made it to 4:30 with a mere hour of sleep under her figurative belt.  Oh, why do the wee ones dread naps so much?  When she stirs, I'll publish.

I had wax training yesterday.  I thought I bungled my facial.  Yikes! Get hairy. If you live in the area, you are going to be my guinea pig. You may tremble, you may yell but, you will thank me when I'm done! More later.  The babe bellows...

Chet and Dot

I can't stop haunting this shop!  Everything is so precious.

 

Coffee sweaters!  So affordable and utilitarian.  They are made even more brilliant by the fact that they are customized from recycled sweaters.  Just slip one onto a re-usable container and you're Al Gore's darling.

How much do I want one of these!  So much that I put an exclamation mark at the end of a question!  I would totally gift this to a sewer.  It includes a tape measure and pincushion with coordinating pins.  Bonus: The box is twee, too! 

Cuted-up clippies.  Once the babe has hair, she will need these.  

Shop is here

They Might Be Giants Podcast

For the young and young at heart!

The babe and I were searching for some tunes in our music library today. The slow, lullaby jams are our daily. (Btw, I highly recommend Azure Ray, Pinback, The Album Leaf, Early Day Miners and Sigur Ros. It really isn’t necessary to listen to Mozart unless you crave it. I think variety expands their noggins anyway.) Anyhow. this was the first occasion where I was looking for something danceable. Until now, it was never a good idea to add any spice to my infant’s day. She arrived saucy! But tummy time and mobile chasing lost their charm without yawns. Today, the babe was ready for more.

Where would you go first? They Might Be Giants just seemed the obvious choice. They’re fun, they’re frisky, they’ve actually covered educational songs. The babe worked it out to "The Statue Got Me High". It made her so happy that I thought I might look around and see if they have done anything new. Not that they had to but, they have made CDs and DVDs specifically for kids. They also have a podcast which includes a special Friday night edition just for children and families. Puppet involvement makes it irresistible! 

You can clicky at itunes for freebies and they’re website takes you to all the fun places where their stuff is.

 

http://theymightbegiants.com/ 

Our generation is doing things their own way, especially with music. I kinda like that TMBG bridges the gap between puerile infant junk and things with more sophistication. I’m not quite ready to expose my PYT to certain themes. For example, I used to love singing her to sleep with "My Mother was a Chinese Trapeze Artist" until it occurred to me that one day soon she might ask: "Mommy, what’s a brothel?’ or even worse: "Grammy, what’s a prostitute?". I realized that I wanted her innocence intact. She’ll have to be at least 3 before she hears that again. :)

I Write the Songs

Another step forward into my babe-induced dorkiness.  I invent songs now.  Bad songs.  I only sing them because they make her smile.

Months ago, my fellow mommy friend confessed to me that she did this.  "I'll never do that," I thought.  "I'm too self-conscious."  Show me a self-conscious mother and I'll show you a gnome on a leprechaun on a woman who hates shoes!  It would seem that nobody's opinion of me is more important than my daughter's smile.

So you won't be surprised if you hear:

"You've Got No Pants"

"You Aren't Wearing Any Pants Right Now [Papa remix]"

or

"Let Me Wipe Your Mouth (With a Burp Cloth, Girl)"

Sunday

I had my second facial interview yesterday.  My technique was a tad Jack Tripper.  I was obviously out of practice.  It was understandable that I was awkward with the products and the unfamiliar environment...I mean you don't just throw heated hand mitts at a girl and not expect a little slapstick.  I'm convinced that the esthetician who received the facial noticed every amateurish mistake I made.  She was generous when I asked her how I did.  She said my pressure was really good.  

She is supposed to give me a facial next.  One of the many perks of this job,...this is actually part of my training.  The store manager is going to call to arrange my next training.  I am assuming that I am hired.  It is hard to tell.  Since day one I have felt completely at home but nothing official has been done to hire me.  

A. panicked a little bit when I told him I wasn't feeling any pressure to find a job.  I had to explain that it just means that the way I look at things has changed so much since getting pregnant and quitting my job.  I realize that I can trust myself to move ahead.  Change is scary. The things that have happened for me in the past year have been anything but.  I feel like I am just starting to live with purpose.  So far, I have been able to check several things off of my 5 year plan.  My recent good fortune just makes me feel like I can accomplish all of it!