happy Friday, reward yourself moms and dads.
Hi, I'm Jessica. I'm 25, newly wed, and raising the queen of our house, Aubrey. She's two years old. We live in the SF Bay Area with our #1 guy, Bobby Valentine. Our time is spent styling/spoiling Aubs, making our new house a home, and traveling. Aubrey is the center of our universe, and my blog will reflect that accordingly.
We took my Mom to Disneyland for her birthday this past weekend. That’s her with me and Aubrey ^^^ plus my niece Marissa as well. it’s safe to say she’s the best Mom of all time. The trip itself was trying at times. Heading back to the room early because Aubrey was hitting me in the face (whyyyy? literally Aubrey hit me in the face right as I made eye contact with a stranger walking through the crowd). Being frustrated she won’t sit in her stroller for the 4,305th time. Completely hating life. But then I think of the other memories that were made. The positive ones. And it was kinda all worth it. It’s hard, but sometimes you have to see the positive in parenting,
— Aubrey at the character dinner at Goofy’s kitchen last night.
my baby Aubrey, and my best friend Monique’s newer baby, Haley. The two best friends that anyone could have. Upon arrival, Haley promptly produced a blow out diaper, which Monique handled with ease. I love seeing different sides to my friends, and by far…the mommy side is my favorite.
Sometimes, I feel adventurous. I give Aubrey the benefit of the doubt, and assure myself that she will be capable of a pleasant mall experience. I envision her patiently twiddling her thumbs in the stroller as I leisurely browse the racks. Giving the occasional thumbs up or thumbs down on a potential purchase, and smiling politely at passersby.
Sweet naive Jessica. No. Never trust that your toddler will be any of that nonsense up there. Ever. I came prepared today, I did all the right things. I packed snacks and toys. Had her favorite videos queued on YouTube and brought the larger more comfortable stroller. And what did that get me? A tantrum as soon as we walk in. A meltdown. Why do they put parks in malls? Why do they put electronic cars and helicopters with loud noises and lights at the entrance? Why don’t they give us a chance????
My refusal of entrance to what was apparently the greatest park in all existence triggered hell on earth. Just awful. I’m sure you know the feeling; a mixture of absolute embarrassment with a pinch of “please don’t cry in public” mantras and a dash of “seriously kid, STFU’s”. Its like you know they’re upset, obviously. And you’re upset. And you just want to disappear.
That was me, 30 minutes ago. Now my sweet little angel of a daughter is sound asleep in her carseat, memories of the park that almost was long gone.
Yah. If I could stop reblogging posts instead of leaving comments on them, that’d be great.
we took Aubrey to the Discovery Museum last weekend. She played with bubbles, gardened, painted, splashed in water, then passed out as soon as she hit her car seat. Day well spent.
me when i read posts by new mothers (aka the dark side of the tumblr parenting community) attempting to throw shade at the way other people raise their children
luckily this doesn’t happen that much anymore because most of the parents i follow have raised their firstborn past infancy and the general level of fucks given has declined drastically
it’s not that serious ladies. indulging all the cluster feeds and hand-washing all the organic cloth diapers and never putting your baby down not for five seconds ever—none of that will make you the perfect parent. we all make mistakes it’s cool you can stop pretending now
like can we stop hating, stop the acrimony in 2014