When I asked my brother if there was anything I could make for my niece for the holidays, I was a little overwhelmed when he suggested a My Little Pony — Friendship is Magic plushie of Pinkie Pie. I'd never sewn a stuffed animal before, and I'd be a pony newbie creating something to give to a pony expert!
This is Offbeat Families's archive of lil kids posts.
You know what the last week of September means to me? That we're inching ever closer to Halloweeeeeeeen! So you can imagine how tickled I was when I found this gallery of face painting inspiration. My four-year-old isn't a fan of paint all over his face, but I don't mind it… so I might totally try some of these on myself.
My husband and I freely cop to having used television as a coping method. As two working parents with up to three hours of commute time each per day, free time to clean the house, cook meals, or attempt a conversation is seriously lacking. So, for about a half hour on weekday mornings and around half hour to 45 minutes in the evening on those days, we'd turn on the Roku and let our three-year-old kiddo watch Wonder Pets, '60s-era Spider-Man, or any other variety of parental-approved idiot box entertainment while we powered through chores and tried to plot out each day.
When I learned I was pregnant I knew immediately that my child's room would include elements from my old favorite original Nintendo games. I started working on items for him right away, many of which are still in his room today.
If you live in the United States you know how we just looooooove to make holidays for everyone, and September 8 is yet another: it's National Grandparent's Day! I'm a big fan of celebrating just about anything and anyone, so I'm totally on the Grandparent's Day train. While looking around for cute ideas for stuff my kid could do for his long-distance grandparents, I realized I don't know ANYTHING about the origins of the day. Anyone up for a history lesson/craft party? Let's do it.
No sooner had I drawn my first face (I love drawing from old black & white movie stills) had she swooped over to me with an intense look. "OOOH! Is that a NEW sketchbook? Can I draw in that too, mama?" I have to admit, the girl knows good art supplies when she sees them. I muttered something about how it was my special book, how she had her own supplies and blah blah blah, but the appeal of new art supplies was too much for her to resist. In a very serious tone, she looked at me and said, "If you can't share, we might have to take it away if you can't share."
With the birth of our son we joined the ranks of that undefined, amorphous, limitless group of "special needs parents." Within the first days of the NICU I knew there would be challenges, but I could not ever imagine the constituency of belonging to such a group. A stat perhaps. A label. A stigma?
Connecticut mandates that all couples with children who are seeking a divorce attend a series of parenting classes (not together, thank GOD.) The classes are intended to offer advice for co-parenting post-divorce. These classes were long. And often boring. And filled with a lot of "Well, duh" information. But I learned a few good tips that I assumed I would never use because I was certain we would never be able to effectively co-parent.