Stuff I Love

My last post was poking fun at the decorating/organizing blogs popping up on the Internet, but truthfully I LOVE those blogs. They give me crafty hope and they are a bit like organization porn, a guilty pleasure because I’m sure I should be doing something else with the time I spend contemplating minutiae projects (my term), projects like painting drawer knobs or cutting out chalkboard labels.

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Picture from www.seejanework.com

That is perhaps the most unnecessary blog title for a Stuff I Love. But what makes me salivate with envy? What do I want more than a pair of new shoes or a new bag or a trip to the spa? That’s right, office supplies. And I don’t even have an office. We do have an IKEA desk crammed in the corner of our bedroom that houses a computer Dave built and some podcasting equipment, as well as neatly labeled Michael’s baskets. I’d show you a picture, but it’s not really that cute, which is why I love love love, or I think I love love love because I’ve never purchased anything from this company, See Jane Work.

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ModestMomz Sadie Cover

Are you a Hooter Hider? Do you Cover your Udders? Or have you gone Bebe Au Lait (no clever, slightly insulting pun with that brand)? I myself was a Hooter Hider gal at one point, but found myself using the Hider to shield baby Amelia from the sun rather than hide my supposed naughty bits. However, I’m still not comfortable nursing in public sans some sort of boob shield. The annoyingly named nursing covers on the market always seemed to act as billboards for MOM NURSING. I don’t have a problem breastfeeding when others are around, but I want to be covered, mostly because people get so uncomfortable that I’m made uncomfortable by their inability to look in my direction or hold a conversation with me.

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Door Monkey

February 3, 2012

in Baby Proof,Stuff I Love

I’m reviving Stuff I Love because now that Amelia is officially a toddler (no longer a pre-toddler), I’m discovering a whole new crop of essentials. Enter into this category the Door Monkey as a tool to stop toddler entering. We have four of them, that’s how much I love this gem. With two kids, I can’t spend my time chasing Amelia around the house, so we child-proofed like crazy (seriously, like crazy…I went a little overboard when pregnant).

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Have you heard of Justin Roberts? If you answered yes to this question you must have a toddler or perhaps just G rated taste in music. I’m bringing back my Stuff I Love posts and am starting with a music selection. As much as I wish to be the type of person who doesn’t buy stuff and could live in the woods without anything other than a stick to amuse myself and my child, I’m not that type of mom. Therefore, I have a long backlog of stuff I love, most of which is courtesy of the Amazon prime subscription Dave insists he will never get again because I order way too much, but this selection is actually an iTunes find (also an easy online addiction).

I’ve only purchased a handful of specific toddler/baby albums for Amelia. When she was really little, I would play whatever music I liked, but as she gets older and seems to understand more language, I’ve decided to increase our toddler specific music collection. I can only listen to The Beatles so many times and I’m discovering Arcade Fire or Phoenix just aren’t super appropriate or dance-able. Oh, and if I have to listen to a musical version of a nursery rhyme one more time, I’m going to have my own great fall from which I will never be put back together.

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image from www.thelaundress.com

I love love love (enough loves for you, love?) The Laundress. I discovered this yummy smelly detergent right before my wedding in 2009. When I went to a speciality bra shop, searching for the perfect strapless bra that never existed, the posh clerk kindly asked me if I needed any detergent for my delicates. I thanked her and said “Nah, I have a ton of Woolite at home.” She looked like she was going to throw up in her perfectly painted mouth. She calmly and sternly replied “Woolite can ruin bras by disintegrating the elastic over time.” Huh. I had no idea.

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