Lyz is a freelance writer, with an MFA in creative writing from Lesley University. She also works as a blogger for the Huffington Post and a regular contributor to Mommyish, Mom.me and The Real Moms of Eastern Iowa, a hyper-local mom blog and most importantly BabyZone. Her writing has been published in Real Weddings, Guidepost, The Des Moines Register and YourTango, LearnVest, and Babble.com. She has been syndicated on MSNBC, The Today Show Website, Yahoo! Shine, and MSN Glo. She maintains a blog about pants, chicken nuggets and babies over on LyzLenz.com.
My first purchase as a new parent was a car seat. To be honest, I picked it out because it matched our pack and play and high chair.
“Look, they are a set!” I told my husband.
“But it is safe?” He asked.
“Sure, they wouldn’t sell it if it wasn’t.”
My husband was unconvinced. So, like any good and slightly overbearing first-time parent, he did the requisite research and finally relented on my matching set. “It’s not like anyone is going to line up all our baby gear and admire its coordination,” he grumbled. But I rolled my eyes.
At six months pregnant, I wanted everything to match.
Three years later, that car seat is now carrying around its second child and I no longer care what it matches. That car seat could be chartreuse and neon pink and I wouldn’t care. Because my love for that car seat now extends beyond its tastefully plaid exterior—beyond its LATCH system and safety harness and little sun shade. I love that car seat for the magic it contains within its plastic and metal frame. The magic that inexplicably makes my children fall asleep.
You know how people know a lot of things about parenting before they have kids? Well, I knew a lot about parenting before I had my second child. Ever wish you could go back in time and give yourself a lecture? If I could go back to myself before I had my second child, here is what I would say.
This year has been a learning curve for me. I went from having one kid to two kids, which is a lot like going from high school football to the pros. I feel like I’ve been smacked in the face by a linebacker most days. Consequently, I’ve had to fail and apologize a lot to my kids and my spouse. And it’s my own fault. It’s not like I didn’t have friends and family out there giving me advice, but advice is only good if you listen to it. So, here are the things that I wish I had understood at the beginning of 2013; 12 things I had to learn the hard way.
Two months before my daughter turned 2, I became convinced she was going to murder me in my sleep. She wasn’t threatening to kill me, per se, it was just her pattern of behavior. She would step on my toes for no reason. Once she walked up to me an kicked me in the shins and then laughed when I told her it hurt. Another time, I told her to eat a cookie and she threw it back in my face and then spent the next 15 minutes in time-out, sobbing about how she wanted to eat a cookie. I’ve watched a lot of crime dramas and I know this kind of behavior doesn’t bode well. I hid the knives and warned the neighbor’s cats. My toddler was a psychopath.
When it comes to babies, it is better to keep clothes simple, no fuss and absolutely adorable. Here are 11 holiday pieces that are almost as cute as your baby and will keep him looking dapper this holiday season.
Whether your baby is wanted by the FBI or you are just trying to hide him from all those baby grabbers at the grocery store, these five disguises will keep your baby well hidden.
Being around the in-laws over the holidays can be a little awkward. Throw in your boobs and things just got amped up to awkward level 10. Here are some tips and products to help make everything flow more smoothly.
Gisele Bündchen, supermodel and super mom, shared a picture of herself breastfeeding her daughter Vivian while a team of stylists prepared her for a photo shoot. The caption reads: “What would I do without this beauty squad after the 15 hours flying and only 3 hours of sleep #multitasking#gettingready.”
I love my children. I love watching my 2-year-old pretend the tummy time mat is a magic carpet and I love how her little brother laughs at her when she yells, “Magic carpet away!” I love reading books, building blocks and going to the park. But let’s be honest, life as a stay-at-home mom isn’t all magic, pretend and couch snuggles. At least 70% of my day is boring—mind numbingly boring.