July 3 2012
Innovage Recalls Discovery Kids Lamps Due to Fire and Burn Hazards
July 11 2012
Troxel Recalls Flexible Flyer Swing Sets Due to Fall Hazard
July 1 2012
Chicco Polly High Chairs Recalled Due to Laceration Hazard
Old Navy Recalls Toddler Girl Aqua Socks Due to Slip and Fall Hazard
July 18 2012
Trampolines Recalled by Panline USA Due to Fall Hazard
July 19 2012
Children’s Beach Chairs Recalled by Downeast Concepts Due to Laceration Hazard
July 24 2012
Peg Perego Recalls Strollers Due to Risk of Entrapment and Strangulation; One Child Death Reported
Kolcraft Recalls Contours Tandem Strollers Due to Fall and Choking Hazards
July 31 2012
Liberty Mountain Recalls VAUDE Kenta Child Carriers Due to Fall Hazard
Green Toys Recalls Mini Vehicles Due To Choking Hazard
On finding out I am a SAHM I almost always hear “I wish my husband made enough so I didn’t have to work.” this is a point I would like to clear up. He doesn’t and I work much harder than he does.
I can’t afford to be a SAHM but I can’t afford not to even more. With only one car and my husbands uncertain, often changing at the last-minute hours it has been almost impossible for me to find work. Believe me we sat down and did the math my working outside the home would cost more in gas and childcare than I would get paid all this assuming I had a second car to even get to work.
No its cheaper, for my family anyway for me to stay home, but that does not mean I can afford it. Our income does not cover all our bills and every month at least one is late. We get by through careful budgeting , limited spending, taking care not to waste and going without. Not with out necessities of course and my kids never feel the pinch but my husband and I cut corners everywhere. We don’t have television (channels we do have a tv to watch movies), we don’t go out, I save every drop of things like shampoo and cleaners so not a drop is wasted, nothing I wear fits since I have no clothes of my own and just wear my husbands.
I am not complaining about my life don’t mistake that we are very happy and content in life I just wanted to say that we my husband doesn’t make all the money people seem to think he does. As to SAHM not being work that’s just a whole nother story and all I can say is my husband would never trade his work for mine even when he hated where he worked because he openly admits my job is harder, so you know it must be true because no man would admit that a woman works harder than him if it wasnt true.
The other day I finally gave Tanis his first haircut. Being a little short on funds I decided to do it myself, not recommended. Now I really should have waited till I could go and have it done but I was just getting tired of hearing people call him a girl, people telling me that he really needed a hair cut, and mostly from all the food and formula that was getting it since he is such a messy eater. So in a random act of randomness I got the clippers got a towel and went to work.
My first indication that I should not being doing this and that it was a horrible idea was when I couldn’t that the clippers to work. I knew that I wanted the longest setting but that wasn’t the one my husband used to shave so I had to switch them and after ten minutes of struggle and breaking the one my husband had on I was successful…kinda. Ya I may have just broken my husbands clippers and he was probably going to be upset but hey putting the other size on was much easier and I did that without incident. Next problem of course was that the would not turn on, and every charger I tried to plug them into would not fit or would not make the light turn green indicating that I had at last gotten the right one. At this point I should have given up but now I was taking it personally that this clippers would not cooperate. Giving up on the charger I found a new battery and just went that way.
Now I was ready to go but now Tanis was also ready for a nap, he could wait. I was wrong. I sat down and went to work trying to trim the hair of a screaming, squirming baby, with the assistance of a crying two-year old and oddly enough through all this I expected it to turn out OK. Yet again I was wrong. One side was trimmed even (kinda), neat (kinda) and clean (kinda). The other was choppy (very), messy (very), and just plain terrible. Admitting defeat I put settled him down for his nap and waited for my husband to get home.
Inevitably when my husband got home he was upset at Tanis’s hair, but laughing none the less and furious about the broken clippers now no longer laughing. My lesson learned I will never again try to cut, trim or style either of my kid’s hair.
June 28 2012
PajamaGram Recalls Children’s Pajamas Due to Violation of Federal Flammability Standard
Children’s Pajamas Recalled by Ishtex Textile Products Due to Violation of Federal Flammability Standard
Children’s Lounge Pants and Boxers Recalled by Rigo International Due to Violation of Federal Flammability Standard
June 14 2012
Strollers Recalled by Kolcraft Due to Fingertip Amputation and Laceration Hazards
June 5 2012
Evenflo Recalls Convertible High Chairs Due to Fall Hazard
Being a mom I have learned that the scariest sound in the world is silence. I know that when I get a moment of peace and all is quiet that something is horribly wrong and I probably don’t want to know what it is.
Today for example I was sitting down, feeding Tanis and he just drifted off to sleep when I heard it, nothing. I look around trying to locate Carys, who was just minutes ago sitting on the floor stacking blocks and singing but has suddenly disappeared. I quietly call for her not wanting to wake Tanis and she pokes her head out of the dining room with an innocent “huh?” I ask her what shes doing and she naturally responds with the dreaded word “nothing”
Now I know I am in trouble toddlers never do “nothing”
I gently set Tanis down and go out to her and immediately wish I hadn’t. There is cat food everywhere! A whole 17 pound bag scattered across the floor, on the table, the chairs, in the open cupboard that the bag was in, in the vents and on the window sill. I’m speechless taking in the mess when Carys hands me a spoon and smiles, of course I laugh and can now no longer yell at her.
Luckily she has just as much fun helping me pick the food back up as she did getting it out. Now I plan to strive to never have quiet moments or at the very least catch them sooner and put a stop to it. Truly words I never thought I would say, but I hate when its quiet.