I’ve been quiet most of January, aside from occasionally posting some random things. I tried harder this week, because I really do love blogging.
This month has been hard. Getting back to life after Christmas break usually throws me off, but also because C has run into some issues in regards to school. Nothing major, but also not something I can overlook. After much thought and research, Hubby and I have decided to do a version of homeschool/self study until a time when his being at school will be something he can do. Not because I think that teachers aren’t amazing, or even that I could do better, but because at the end of the day I have to put my son’s mental state above his grades.
I can admit I’m scared, but I’m also excited. There is a program I’m going through that will allow him to still earn his credits, and I can also do some fun curriculum myself. Our school community has been absolutely amazing during this process, which made it easier.
So, onward and upward on a new adventure in parenting.
I have a slight obsession to cloth diapers, and specifically to gorgeous prints. I started with the bigger names like Bum genius and Glowbugs, but then I went on a mission to find a very specific diaper. I wanted a diaper that had the quote “and thought she be but little, she is fierce” because from the moment she was born it has been the quote that sticks out for Little Miss. My quest took me to the world of custom made, wahm diapers, and to EllaBellaBum diapers. Though they had some very gorgeous diapers, they didn’t have what I was looking for. Part of me wondered if my search was futile. I did manage to get some beautiful custom made diapers, but I was still sad. Then I discovered another WAHM who did customs and was willing to work with me to find the perfect diaper.
It arrived today, and it’s even more gorgeous than I could have imagined!
Today, I am thankful for fast mail service and a wahm who was willing to make this possible.
Today Mister & Little Miss had Dr’s appointments, which is two whole buses away. I could bring our stroller but the office gets crowded, and if it does they want you to fold the stroller and put it at the door. So instead I opted to carry little miss in my Tula. I haven’t pulled the Tula out in a while, so it was nice to get it out again. She loved it! I’m thankful today for the gorgeous (18 degrees Celsius) weather we are having, and for my tula. It’s quite honestly the most comfy carrier I have owned (and I have owned quite a few) Little Miss was able to ride in it comfortable,and even nurse discreetly and comfortable on the way home, until she fell asleep snuggled up to me. <3 I’m thankful to my tula for those snuggly moments when we’re out and about.
Earlier this week the internet went crazy over Perez Hilton posting a picture of him and his 2 year old son in the shower on Instagram. You couldn’t see anything “private”, it was just a sweet picture of a dad parenting. Instead of seeing a pretty awesome moment of a dad just being a dad and having fun the internet screamed child abuse. Moms post pictures of themselves bathing with their littles all the time, and no one bats an eye. Why is this father under so much fire? Actually, we all know the answer to that, right? And there it is. The internet is afraid that somehow showering with his dad was going to make him gay (because we all know that being gay is something others “make” you do, it has nothing to do with who you are or anything. PS that was said in sarcasm font, which the internet has yet to make yet. Why is that?) Even if showering with his father COULD make him gay (I’m still laughing, by the way) is that really terrible? Thankfully, just as I started to give up hope on humanity, there were people jumping in to the comments to support him.
These pictures tell a story to me, not a story of abuse, just a story of a dad who loves his kids. One who has happy kids and who is trying to do the best he can. Can we just stop being jerks about it simply because he happens to also be a gay father?
Today I’m handing my blog over to my partner in crime in this crazy adventure of parenthood.
The mission? Eight questions for Father’s day.