Want to pamper yourself, Mom? Want to do it in a non-conventional, perhaps even a bizarre way? Check these not-so-mainstream procedures out.
Andrea Wada Davies
Andrea Wada Davies is a writer, actor, and comedian who grew up on a potato farm in Idaho where she and her Japanese-American family ate either potatoes or rice every day. She blogs for BabyZone, Mom.me, and her own blog, The Evolution of Annie. Andrea spent six years dating in L.A as a single mom to her son. Once she decided to settle down and get serious, she met her husband while playing beer pong in Vegas. They were married (not by Elvis), had a baby, and now all four of them reside in Los Angeles together. She can currently be seen on NickMom pulling hidden-camera pranks on Parental Discretion with Stefanie Wilder-Taylor.
My first-born is a boy. He’s now 11, but when he was a baby and toddler, and we’d hang out with my friends who had girls I would always hear the same thing. “Guuuurrrll. You just wait until you have a daughter.” What did that mean? Well, they tried to tell me, but I have an idea all my own now that I have a 17-month-old daughter. Of course, everyone’s children and daughters are different and unique, and much of the way they are is shaped by their environment. Here are 11 ways my daughter is different than my son was at her age.
Toddlers. They are, how do I say it? Busy. They are non-stop with endless amounts of energy. Though I’m all for being a flexible parent and taking my toddler with me to most places, there are some places that I find are just a recipe for disaster. I try to avoid these places as much as possible, so that I can avoid a meltdown from my toddler, as well as from myself. Here are 7 of them.
It’s hard to believe that my baby daughter is already 16 months old, which means she’s no longer technically considered a baby. Nope, now she’s a full-on toddler exhibiting all the new and exciting traits that toddlerhood brings. And though I enjoy and appreciate everything about this phase, there are some things about it that are a bit challenging. Of course, I love my sweet toddler through and through, every bit of her. I’m just saying that there are things characteristic of the toddler age that I’m not necessarily crazy about.
Sure, there’s a part of me that’s sad to see my baby girl grow so quickly out of the precious baby phase and into being a curious toddler. But the toddler phase is such an exciting and fun time for me. My daughter is still such a little pip squeak, but so much more aware and able to express herself. Here are just 10 things that I love about this time.
Dying Easter eggs is great and all, but there’s just one thing about it when it comes to toddlers—it involves using colored dye! How about some Easter activities for toddlers that are simple, fun and won’t stain every square inch of your toddler’s being.
I’m Japanese American. My husband is British from English and Welsh descent. We both grew up with distinct cultural identities and traditions. Being Fourth Generation American, I would say I had an American upbringing with a very strong Japanese influence. Even though we were so American in many ways, we were raised eating Japanese food, with Japanese philosophy and Japanese expectations (oh boy). And I am proud of my heritage, and want my children to appreciate their heritage as well. But my 16-month-old daughter is also half British, and her proper British father brings his cultural traditions to the table, as well. So we incorporate both of our cultures into our children’s lives, in whatever way we can, sometimes even weirdly melding the two. And we hope to raise these Japanese British American children with a sense of appreciation for their background and from where they came. Here are just some of the things we do.
April showers bring May flowers, but they also bring some pretty cute rain gear for toddlers!
Don’t want to get baby into that fancy Easter dress or that little man suit? How about staying festive without the fuss with one of these cute and comfy Easter-themed onesies?
I was sitting at my computer this past Saturday afternoon while my 16-month-old napped and my 11-year-old worked on his science project at the kitchen table. I had been feeling unmotivated and unfocused, unable to write or get on with any of my other work-related projects. So I opened up Facebook and proceeded to scroll through the newsfeed. It was another gorgeous, sunny Southern California day outside so naturally the pictures I was seeing from locals on the feed were those of people hiking, people eating al fresco, at the farmer’s market… and there were also a lot of pictures of people, friends of mine, having barbecues with family, shopping with their mothers, and getting manicures with their sisters who were holding their nieces on their laps.