Diapers leak. Blowouts happen. Mid-change accidents are a frequent occurrence…especially with baby boys. The hardest part about it, though, is figuring out how to take off a wet, dirty onesie without getting pee or poo on baby’s face or hair.
It’s possible with this trick: instead of pulling the onesie up and over baby’s head, pull the onesie down off baby’s shoulders. (It’s especially easy with onesies that have envelop neck folds.)
Click here to see a video demonstration.
I’ve already used this trick 3 times in the past 24 hours. I hope it makes taking care of your little one a little easier! I know it has for me.
There are times in life when we are offered the chance to begin again, like starting a new job, moving to a new home or getting married. My new beginning is a little bundle of joy named BabyFish.
Today, people all across America are celebrating Mother’s Day. Daughters and sons are bestowing gifts of love, appreciation and gratefulness upon their mothers in the form of flowers, cards and hugs. Husbands are showering their wives with jewelry, dinners and spa days for bringing their offspring into the world.
This year, I’ve decided to give myself a gift—the gift of permission.
I’m giving myself permission to…
…not be “pinterest perfect.”
…not do it all.
…to parent from my strengths, not my weaknesses.
…be the mother that I am, not the mother people expect me to be.
…admit that I don’t have it all figured out, and likely never will.
I hope this Mother’s Day is filled with grace, hope, love and freedom for moms everywhere.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Today I will be kind to KidFish.
Today I will be gentle with KidFish.
Today I will express my love for KidFish.
Today I will laugh with KidFish.
Today I will dance with KidFish.
Today I will speak the truth in love to KidFish.
Today I will encourage KidFish.
Today I will be gracious to KidFish.
For I know that how I treat KidFish today affects how KidFish will treat me (and others) tomorrow.
Sometimes my job as a mom is to step in, to help and to direct.
But sometimes the best thing I can do is to just get out of the way and let KidFish explore, struggle and figure it out on her own.
The hard part is knowing the difference.
The next time I start comparing myself to the mom with a pinterest worthy playroom or the mom with a career and a six-figure salary, I will remind myself that motherhood is not a competition.
There is no trophy for cleanest house and no blue ribbon for “craftiest mom.” There isn’t even a reward for the mom with the biggest bank account.
Instead of comparing and competing, I’ll try encouraging them and celebrating their accomplishments. It’s highly likely that the very moms I compare myself to need more encouragement than I think. We all do.
I cannot force KidFish to do anything she does not want to do. Trust me, I’ve tried and failed.
What I can do is create an environment that makes choosing the better/good/healthy option pleasurable and rewarding.