Laundry Experts Needed!

OK, Internets, we had a small accident today. Actually, a not-so-small poop explosion. Mira was sitting on my lap this morning, her back against my stomach, and she let go with one massive dump. I didn’t think anything of it until I felt something warm and wet. Yep, it went out the back of the diaper, all up her back and onto me.

I can handle a stain on my shirt, since it’s just your average t-shirt. But Mira was wearing a cute white onesie with pink elephants that Cordy had once worn as a newborn. You know, one of those clothing pieces I planned to give Cordy when she was older to remind her of how small she was, so she could roll her eyes at me and tell me to accept that she’s a grown up now and geez, mom, get over it already. But it was so cute that I couldn’t bear to see it not worn again, and I knew Mira would look adorable in it. Which of course means this had to be the one time she had a massive diaper blowout.

Now, I’ve never been good with stain removal. I had to deal with formula poop blowouts with Cordy, having some success with stain removal, but breast milk poop is entirely different. White onesie + bright yellow-orange poop = serious stain problem.

So to all of you laundry goddesses out there: how do I get this stain out? I soaked the onesie in hot water as soon as I took it off of Mira. I’ve since gone back and rinsed it again and soaked it in fresh hot water with a little laundry detergent. It’s still bright yellow-orange all across the back of the onesie.

I have yet to try any intensive remedies, because I don’t know where to start. But surely someone out there knows the trick to getting breast milk poop stains out of clothing, right?

Help a (domestically challenged) fellow mama in need out, won’t you? I’ll even give you my prized Butterball potholder if you can save this onesie!



Morning Drop Off and a Bottle Opener

Amazingly, Cordy wanted to go to school today. Actually came up to me at home and said, “School?” and then rushed me to get everything together and get out the door. She really wanted to get there! That is, until we actually got there. Then she changed her mind and wailed as if I was leaving her with Britney Spears as a babysitter. Ah well, it’s a little progress, right?

While trying to say goodbye, one teacher pointed out her shirt was on inside out. Oops. I could blame it on her trying to dress herself, but they would only laugh at me, knowing she would sooner explain Einstein’s theory of relativity than take any steps to put on her own clothing. No, mommy is clearly unable to pay attention to how she’s dressing her child.

Still, I’m impressed that she actually asked to go to school this morning, and even carried her backpack out to the car.

We received a call from our county early intervention contact, letting us know that the school district has decided to move up her evaluation one week to September 5. The thought of a public agency calling to move a scheduled date sooner rather than later is mind boggling.

Knowing they want to get her in as soon as possible is reassuring. Especially since yesterday we went to lunch at Bob Evans, where Cordy spent most of the meal under the table because a fly was bothering her. Actually, she’s starting retreating under the table more now when a restaurant is too loud or the lights are too bright or the stars aren’t aligned just so.

Today Cordy calmed down a little at school when I went through our goodbye routine, asking for a hug and a kiss, and reminding her that mommy and daddy always come back. Plus she had brought an item from home to hold, as she does most days.

Having something from home is a comfort to her when something sets her off, and helps the tantrums not last as long. The school normally doesn’t allow kids to bring toys with them, but they understand her particular temperament and make an exception for her. It usually goes into her backpack once she’s calmed down, and only brought out if she’s having a particularly bad day.

Of course, this morning Cordy decided to bring this with her as her comfort object. (Thanks, Sarah!) I can only imagine what they must think of us.



Can’t Take The Heat Anymore

Summer in Ohio is much like winter in Ohio: the weather is so unbearable that you only go outside if you have to.

It seems that while I was away in Chicago for BlogHer, a heatwave snuck into Ohio and sat its big hot ass down on the state (and most of the Midwest) for a long stay. Highs in the mid-90’s, with a heat index well over 100. Sure, those of you from the West might remind me that 90’s are nothing, but unlike you, we don’t have dry heat. We have soupy thick, air quality alert, hurts to breathe, humid air – a sauna that can only be escaped by finding air conditioning.

So just like those cold days of winter, I’ve been biding my time indoors for over a week. And much like those dark January days, I’m slowly going insane trapped in my own little summer version of the Overlook Hotel.

Enter my mother and grandmother – ever the outdoors-women – who swooped in today, told me “oh please, it’s not that bad in the shade,” and insisted we use the water toys sitting in our backyard.

So Cordy put on her “babee-suit” and took Mira’s “sun-gun-asses” and outside we went. And you know what?

It was fun.



Workin’ It at BlogHer

Work It, Mom! is having a contest asking people to write posts explaining how they worked it at the conference. The categories are most creative, most impressive, funniest, and most creative without having gone to BlogHer.

This was too much fun to pass by. So, I’d like to present how I worked it in the most impressive way at BlogHer, in photoessay form.

At BlogHer, I met all of these people (and more):


I also collected all of this schwag (and more):

(cat not included)

And I did all of this while having her with me the entire time:


Not to mention stopping frequently for this.

I’d say that’s pretty impressive, wouldn’t you?



Fisher Price Recall

You’ve probably seen news about the Fisher-Price recall by now, but I feel the need to post about it to continue to get the word out. 1.5 million toys are being recalled due to high levels of lead in the paint, including many Dora and Sesame Street toys. And just like many of the recalls in the past year (Thomas toys, pet food…), these toys were made in China.

Now, I have nothing against China itself. My in-laws have been there many times and the pictures are stunning. My almost sister-in-law (you two are getting married at some point, right?) is Chinese. My cousin adopted a beautiful little girl from China. I love Chinese food.

My problem lies in China’s manufacturing methods of cutting corners in production and their lax safety concerns. Mattel claims that the paint used was not approved by them, and they don’t know why the Chinese manufacturer chose to use this paint without notifying them. My guess would be it kept costs down. What’s a little more lead, right?

Probably 70% of toys you see in your average Toys ‘R Us are made in China. And I’d also add that 69% of toys you see in Toys ‘R Us are probably nothing more than cheap plastic junk. Yes, we do have some of that cheap plastic junk in our house, and truthfully I’m getting sick of it. It breaks easily, it clutters up the house, and those with electronics are often loud and obnoxious. Now some may be toxic to children as well.

I looked over the list, and we don’t own any of the recalled items. We rarely buy toys like that, and haven’t purchased any since these recalled toys were put on the shelves. Thankfully, Cordy’s favorite toys don’t need character branding or loud music to entertain her: large dice, wooden blocks, play silks, wooden puzzles, our piano, poker chips (to count), and Legos. All made in the US or Germany.

Many of the cheap plastic toys we own are gifts from others instead of toys that we actively chose for her. Given the choice, I’d rather buy a play silk or wooden toy, even if it is a little more expensive, rather than some plastic toy that may break after a week, and may be recalled for a number of reasons. Plus, we don’t need more plastic clogging up landfills when these toys break.

So seeing this recall gives me one more reason to avoid plastic toys, especially those from China. I won’t say I’m banning plastic toys entirely from my house, because I know that’s practically impossible. Both girls will receive toys from friends and family, and it would be rude to refuse a gift. We may also give in to the longings of a toddler who really wants some Dora doll or Elmo guitar on rare occasions. But I won’t be actively looking for toys like that, either, and I will pay attention to recalls.

To see the entire list of Fisher Price toys that were recalled, check out the US Consumer Product Safety Commission.

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