Apparently Beginner 1 was overwhelmed today so Miss J. spent the day in Toddler 1. They said it was because she’s the oldest in her class but I prefer to think it’s because she’s the most advanced.
Anyway, after her day in Toddler 1, she was sent home with the following “Uh-Oh” Report:
Child’s Name: Miss J.
Date: 10/8/09
Time: 11 a.m.
Check one:
Your child was bitten today X
Your child bit a friend today
Today your child: Was bitten on her left arm.
Situation: A friend who was sitting by Miss J. for lunch bit her arm.
Treatment: TLC
My favorite part of the “Uh-Oh” Reports is that they never reveal the identity of the children to the other family – neither the biter nor the bitee. This cracks me up. Like I’m going to show up on the doorstep of that family’s house and kick some two-year-old’s mom’s ass. Uh, okay. Maybe I thought about it. OKAY, NO, no I didn’t. I swear.
Despite the fact that my poor baby has a mark from a little teeny tiny row of teeth on her arm, they said it didn’t even phase her.
That mom is lucky.
After being sick with various afflictions, Miss J. is clearly feeling much better.
Today is National Play-Doh Day. Who knew? Miss J. is only one year (and two weeks!) old, so she’s not playing with Play-Doh….yet. Although I’m sure if I gave it to her, she’d have a blast. Eating it.
I’ve recently learned about alternatives to the Hasbro Play-Doh we all know and love from our childhood. I can even SMELL it as I write this. But, like most things these days, it’s laden with chemicals and preservatives. No offense to you, original Play-Doh. I have nothing but good memories about you.
But many of us are looking for greener options. For Play-doh, there is Miss Brittany’s Organic Preschool Fun Dough.
Miss Brittany is a preschool teacher in New York City. She was determined to find an alternative to the original Play-Doh that was environmentally friendly and safe for kids. Now, her line includes five colors of dough as well as various accessories. Everything is 100% organic, even down to the ink used on the packaging. 
I requested a sample so I could feel it, smell it and play with it a little. It’s a little sticky at first but once you work with it a little bit that goes away. It has a very mild, salty smell and no, I did not eat it. Neither did Miss J.
In honor of National Play-Doh Day, Miss Brittany is offering a 20% discount – just enter code NPD09 when purchasing through the website.
So you get to try the dough….and save a little too. (Sorry, couldn’t resist!)
xo
Miss J. is into moving stuff. She typically rearranges the entire living room, pushing her Pack and Play across the room or moving all of the chairs and toys into one corner of the room.
She is also OBSESSED with the bookshelf. Well, removing the contents of the bookshelf. Here she is as she transfers all of the DVDs into the seat of her Exersaucer. I’m not quite sure what she intends to do with them but she seems to have a plan.
There was a time when the Baby Bumbo was a Godsend and we could put Miss J. in it and she’d be “safe.”
Then came a time when it was the most unsafe place she could be since she did everything she could do to shimmy herself out of it. Considering it was usually sitting on top of a table, we knew it was time to retire the Bumbo.
The other day she rediscovered the Bumbo shoved in the corner and now likes to spend her free time casually lounging backwards in it.
Can someone get me a Pina Colada?
I am a real mom at last! I made pancakes for my family on a Saturday morning. Is this some sort of critical rite of passage?
For dinner Sunday night we made Grammy G’s World Famous “Slag Mac.”
We’re not sure about the origin of this name. In my household growing up, this dish was called “Johnny Marzetti” and apparently across Northeastern Ohio it is known as “Johnny Bull.”
Whatever the name, Miss J. LOVES this concoction of ground beef, onions, elbow mac, cheese and spaghetti sauce. She’s had it two nights in a row for dinner.
And then had to be hosed off afterwards.
Miss J. has always loved to play with her box of baby wipes – banging on it, picking it up and dropping it, flipping it over, etc. Lately she’s taken to pushing it around everywhere she goes. She can even stand up while holding it in both of her hands.
I think it’s an, um, interesting choice of plaything but the good news is she’ll never be caught unprepared when a blowout happens. For this, I am thankful.
Miss Universe knows to lift from the knees.
Faithful companion: the box of wipes.
Pausing for a moment during her travels to bang on oven door.
Trusty wipes wait patiently by her side.
Giving her BFF, the box of wipes, a hug.
