Mrs. Flinger: A work in progress

UPDATE TO Mrs. Flinger October 16, 2015

Because the Universe has a wicked sense of humor, after this delcaration, my blog threw up all over my last upgrade.

So I'm starting over using Craft. Turning 40 and kid entering Jr High next year, sometimes it's just time for a change. These archives will still exist in the way the last child goes off to college and their room is the same for 20 years, but it's just time to move forward.

And then there was a thud (part one) May 03, 2006

She climbs out of her crib now. No, scratch that, she climbs over the rail and falls to her death on the carpet now (as Anne said, “At least it’s carpet, eh?”) So, naturally, being the first time parents that we are, Mr. Flinger runs to the storage unit to pick up the toddler bed I bought for ten bucks last summer.  I clean off the cobwebs, promise myself I’ll sand and paint it next weekend, and set it out to dry. While I’m waiting, I google “When to transition to toddler bed” and find this article at babycenter. Apparently, someone has been sitting in the extra bathroom upstairs taking notes on us because I swear, they were writing to us. “Don’t run out and buy a toddler bed.” Well, technically we did NOT just run out and buy a toddler bed. No no, we HAD a toddler bed. We just ran out and got it. “He may not be ready to move to a bed, and it may not be safe for him to be up and about during the night when everyone else is asleep.” Mr. Flinger nods and says, “yes yes,” when I read him this part of the site. We agree our lil’ LB is not actually ready for a toddler bed since she recently mastered opening doors and climbing over the gate for the stairs.

So I bite the bullet and buy the Crib Tent. In addition, I bought another gate for the stairs and a new monitor. Ok, now listen, I know I might be going overboard. In fact, I know I am because I just spent ten minutes agonizing over what freakin’ BINKI to buy. (My pre-baby self is pointing and mocking and having a lovely time imitating this.)  But look, the third time you walk in on your child perched on the side of the crib swinging you think to yourself, “Which is cheaper? Hair color or a crib tent?” And then you remember the upkeep of coloring those gray hairs she’s causing you and you go buy the damn crib tent.

Because Mommy said so.

I’m doing it again. I pick up chicks. May 01, 2006

#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz

Remember last year when I met Rebekah? Now she’s a great friend of mine and we run together and she watches my daughter twice a week. I guess being forward, at times, can pay off.