Crank, Curl, and Fling: The Recipe for Latham’s Freedom

March 17th, 2010

When I hopped on-line yesterday, all I wanted to do was buy a toddler bed conversion kit for the crib Latham now hurls himself out of every morning, noon, and night.  Now that my 23 month old toddler knows he can crank his leg over his head, curl it around the crib and fling his baby body to freedom, that’s all he does.  I guess he feels the 3 feet he has to fall to gain his independence is a small price to pay.  Mommy disagrees.

 But when I searched the stores to find a conversion kit, I couldn’t find one anywhere.  Not Target.  Not Wal-Mart.  Not Babies R Us.  It’s as if the company who made my crib disappeared.  And in a way, they have. 

After searching Google for all of 1 second, I discovered Jardine Enterprises no longer exists since the company had a MASSIVE recall last year of every one of its cribs made between the years 2002 – 2009.  I bought mine in 2006, the year Reichen was born.   Apparently, the slats on recalled cribs can break, leaving a gap where small children can get trapped or strangled.

STRANGLED!

The company was so damaged by the recall, they have changed their name from Jardine Enterprises to Bergamo in order to continue making and selling baby furniture.

How did I not know about this?  I am so angry I wasn’t contacted by the company about the recall.  I even filled out and mailed all the time sucking address, phone number and e-mail paperwork when I bought the furniture so I could be notified when and if something such as a recall ever happened.

The Google search went on to inform me Jardine Enterprises will give me a voucher for a new crib as soon as I give them the information about the recalled crib I purchased.  But that doesn’t even come close to making me feel better about their company putting the lives of my little boys in danger and not telling me about it.

Not. Even. Close.

 

He Just Kept His Secret and Smiled

March 15th, 2010

When he meandered out of his room and into mine, I. Could. Not. Believe. It.

“Hi Momma,” he grinned like it was no big deal he just hurled his baby body out of his crib, opened his bedroom door, strolled down the hall to his brother’s room and twisted open that knob too.

“Latham, how did you get out of your crib,” I gasped as he toddled toward me.

“I don’t know,” he laughed after he wrapped his chubby arms around my neck and squeezed.

Released from his room, Reichen was two steps behind breathless to provide play by play of their great escape.  “MOMMA, Latham opened my door!  He got out of his crib,” he excitedly said while jumping and clapping.

Out of curiosity, I walked Latham to his room, plopped him in his crib, and asked him to show me how he hopped out. 

He didn’t. 

He just kept his secret and smiled. 

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Mother-In-Law Moments

March 13th, 2010

Denise:  “Honey, you can’t be picky when you’re using other people’s nose spray.”

The mater of fact statement made by my mother-in-law after David complained he didn’t like the brand of nose spray he borrowed from her.  Yes, borrowed.

Care For a Little Pillow Talk?

March 11th, 2010

Good.

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Better.

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Best.

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The second I saw these pillows at Target, I had to have them for the vignette area in our master bedroom.  I really like mixing stripes and patterns together and for $14.99 a piece, the price was perfect.  But here’s the thing, the quality of the kidney shaped cushion is impeccable.  It has a plump and well made pillow insert and I thought the removable blue and brown stripped  fabric case was silk until I read the tag.  It’s amazing what they can do with polyester these days.  And if the boys ever get a hold of them with their dirty hands, I can just pop them in the wash. 

Who’s Your Momma?

March 10th, 2010

“Who is your momma, Momma?”  It takes me by surprise, his question.  With brows furrowed, Reichen peers at me through the rear view mirror waiting for an answer.  We’re in the minivan driving to Target.  I promised my potty training toddler he could pick out one toy from the super store if  he went #2 on the toilet.  A few minutes and a series of squeezes later, we had a winner.

“My momma is Nina,” I smile at him and say.  ‘Nina’ named herself after my brother gave her her first grandchild seven years ago.  I’m not sure why she didn’t want to be called ‘grandma’, but I have a sneaking suspicion it had a something to with her feeling too young to take the title.

Your momma is Nina,” he squints while questioning my reply.

“Yeah, buddy.  Nina is my momma,” I confirm.

Reichen mulls it a minute before asking, “Momma?  Who is Dadda’s momma?”

I see it.  It’s happening right in front of me.  He’s making connections, my first born.  He’s beginning to think outside himself.

“Dadda’s momma is Grandma,” I say.

“Dadda’s momma is Grandma,” he reiterates.

During the 10 minute trip to Target, we go through quite a few branches of our family tree.  Who are my brothers, aunts, uncles, grandmas, and grandpas.  Who are daddy’s brothers, aunts, uncles, grandmas, and grandpas.

And he gets it.  And it’s amazing. 

Almost as amazing as him going #2 on the toilet. 

Almost.

If I Had a Designer Dress, I’d Totally Wear it While Writing this Post.

March 10th, 2010

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Thanks Parenting 411 for naming 3 Stinky Boys and Me to your Top 20 Best Parenting Blogs.  I’m so super psyched about it.  And if I had a designer dress, I’d totally wear it while writing this post.

But I don’t.

 

A Potted Plant That’s Sew Easy

March 8th, 2010

Maybe, just maybe, if I brought this

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Instead of this

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That wouldn’t happen.

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A fabric potted plant from Etsy:  it’s a good thing.

Toddler Talk

March 7th, 2010

Reichen:  “Can you go to work, Dadda?”

David:  “Why do you want me to go to work, buddy?”

Reichen:  “Because I need some money to give the lady at the mall so I can ride the carousel.”

The sweet conversation I overheard between Reichen and his Daddy.

Don’t Let Me Float Away

March 3rd, 2010

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You squeeze me tight and say, “Don’t let me float away.”

“Never,” I reply.  “You’re my baby now and for always.”

 

I realize it’s the wind that you’re worried about

“These are really big gusts,” you snuggle up and shout.

 

Your 3 year old self is convinced it will happen

You just know you’ll drift away unless you take action.

 

So you scamper up my leg and to my neck you cling

“Momma, hold me tight,” I hear you begging.

 

My world stops spinning and I will myself to remember

This moment with you, I will treasure it forever.

 

Your words, your embrace, your weight in my arms

Your smile, your giggle, your little boy charms.

 

You won’t fly away now, but one day you will

You’ll have lots of adventures with the dreams that you fill.

 

And when you’re soaring in the sky, I will remember this day

When the wind whipped and you worried you might float away.

Oops, I Did it Again.

March 1st, 2010

I left my van doors open when I went to Target today.  No, not unlocked.  Open.

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And, here’s the cherry on top of my what’s wrong with me sundae:  it’s not the first time I’ve done it.