I am not one of those women.

Photo nabbed from web
I suspect I may have a touch of proximity disease. When too many people violate my personal space bubble at any given moment I freak out and start snapping like a turtle. But if I do bend to peer pressure and venture out that day, please don’t smack me at The Gap and rip a sweater out of my hands.
For the real women who enjoy this type of thing, here is some news for y’all. Happy shopping!

Me "totally looking like a real Mom"
If you’ve been around the web today you couldn’t help but notice that some new Motrin ads have Moms in an uproar. At best, the ad folks over at Motrin are misinformed. At worst, they are belittling and downright destructive. It’s as though Motrin went out of their way to infuriate their target audience. They want you to buy Motrin because babywearing is hurting your back. Then they insult you for doing it in the first place. I’ve heard that no publicity is bad publicity. Nonetheless, things don’t look good for Motrin, Infant Motrin and Children’s Motrin going forward unless they take action to mend the wounds and to prove that they aren’t as out of touch as they appear. It’s simply not smart to anger Moms, let alone Moms with keyboards.
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Sara of Sweet Blossom Designs is giving away her Surf’s Up theme kit.
Swing by today to pick up the papers. Over the next few days she’s going to be giving away elements, an alpha and a quick page. Thanks, Sara!
Two days ago my son flat out refused his diaper. I tried everything. I offered a pull-up aka “big boy diaper” alongside a traditional, classic, more Ralph Lauren style diaper. I even whipped out the big guns—a pack of “big boy” underpants that I had been saving as a reward for the first time Joe took a dump in, or in the vicinity of his potty chair. They glow in the dark. GLOW! He still wasn’t interested. Tossed them on the floor and ran out of the room wailing.
I couldn’t for the life of me get him to put on a diaper the rest of the afternoon. In his defense, he did yank a dirty diaper from the trash and try to put that on. I asked him why he wanted to put on a wet smelly diaper when he had such a cool big boy sweet-smelling fancy pair just waiting for him. He wailed and ran away. I pulled out the baby powder. I bargained. I told him he could use the whole entire bottle on his butt if he would just put on his diaper! More tears.
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A warm soldier is a happy soldier (photo found on web)
As most of you are well aware, yesterday was Veterans Day. I live near a US Marine base. There was a parade, flags abounding, and nearly everyone was sporting a yellow ribbon. It wasn’t nearly enough of course, but at least these small tokens of thanks were offered up genuinely.
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