I’ve got some great news for you if (a) you have a wee one, and (b) you like free stuff, especially if you are into yoga. Though I am pretty new to yoga (only 6 months into my practice), it has quickly become my “Fitness Favorite,” and I especially love that Baby Girl follows along with my moves. When I first learned about BendiBaby, I was impressed by company founder/owner Brooke Kochel’s love for and commitment to the earth and children.
These baby and toddler mats are her own brainchild, and here is what she has to say about them (from the BendiBaby website):
“I designed the mat with an on-the-go mother in mind. With a built-in antibacterial, you can fit the mat in your diaper bag or purse and lay it anywhere for a clean, soft space for “Little Bit”. The uses for the mats are as creative as your family can be: yoga at school, Mommy & Me classes, picnics at the park, diaper changes in public restrooms, fun at festivals, naps at daycare, baby massage with Daddy or Special Needs physical therapy.”
I bought our own little bit one of these mats, and I absolutely love it. After a thorough inspection, including lots of slobber and chewing, it appears that BendiBaby gets Baby Girl’s full approval, too!!
This really is a nice little mat. It’s the perfect size, fits easily into the diaper bag, and holds up perfectly to her sharp little toofies. It has nice grip, cushioning, and we love the colors!
Here’s the great news… BendiBaby has offered to give one free mat away in this giveaway! If you would love for your little one to have his or her own yoga mat, this is a great opportunity for you! You can enter to win HERE —》 a Rafflecopter giveaway
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Forget what the professionals say… If the only way she’s going to sleep is flopped out on your pillow on top of your head, LET HER. Trust me, that’s the only way ANYONE is going to get any sleep!
Ever have one of those nights when the baby wakes you up for a feeding and you’re so foggy tired, thinking “I don’t know how long I can keep going like this,” only to discover its not the middle of the night, it’s only 9 pm? Yeh, I got nothing. No tips here. Just pray to God that it doesn’t happen two days in a row… Or more!
You know when the Sandman comes to visit and Baby girl breaks out the nun-chuks to fight him off? Yeh, just throw a blanket over her head. She’ll go out like a light. And next time, don’t wait till Midnight!
I finally fessed up. To my husband. To my Church group. To myself.
The guilt of a working mother.
The two things really helping me with the guilt right now
1. I know baby girl won’t remember these days.
2. Running. It keeps me on an endorphin high – my drug of choice.
Even still, the guilt lurks beneath the surface, rearing its hoary head anytime I take a moment for myself during her waking hours.
Stomach rumbling, I quickly whipped up Bacon & Onion Linguine (my favorite Lidia Bastianich recipe) and inhaled a bowl. “You shouldn’t be wasting time like this,” whispers my conscience. “You could be eating a peanut butter sandwich and get to her more quickly.”
I don’t even sit to eat. I burn my tongue as I inhale my supper. My eye is on the clock.
Now, a quick shower. After a long day of work, I stink and I need to clean up.
The guilt rises. “If you wouldn’t have wasted time with food, you wouldn’t feel so bad about taking the time for a shower.” The stress mounts as the clock ticks on.
By the time I reach my Mother-in-Love’s house to pick baby girl up, she’s asleep. She’s been asleep for 15 minutes. She had a tough time going down and had to be carried and rocked. The guilt is overwhelming. “See. I told you so. If you would’ve just sacrificed more, this wouldn’t have happened. YOU would’ve been the one there for her when she needed you. Someone else had to bear YOUR burden. So selfish.”
I purse my lips and try to ignore the sinking feeling in my heart. To get her home I have to wake her up and take her into the bitter cold, strap her into the car seat, listen to her poor little tired cries as I drive the short distance home, all while wishing this evening could’ve worked out differently. I had planned it differently. Sometimes our plans get derailed and the outcome simply sucks.
And sometimes something happens to turn it all back around.
I got home, and as I pulled into the garage, I thought baby girl must be asleep. She was quiet, so she must be asleep. As I crawled into the back seat, I was greeted by a big, toothy grin. The cries were long gone. And so was my guilt.
We played happily for nearly two hours, a rare evening to be sure. She crawled, she laughed, she squealed, she pulled up, tried to walk and talk. Amidst the joyous babbling, my heart swelled and my soul found contentment once again. She may not remember these days, oh, but I will. And when I do, warmth will fill my heart and the joy in my soul will be reflected in my smile.
The following morning, I was up at 4 am for a 6 mile run. It was an incredible run. I had absolutely zero knee pain and I felt on top of the world. I attributed it to an extra day of rest, but looking back… I think it was the joy of a baby’s laughter that carried me through those early morning miles.
You can pick your friends. You can pick your nose. But you can’t pick your friend’s nose.
You CAN, however, pick your baby’s nose. Just don’t try doing it in the middle of the night. Trust me. Those boogies can wait for morning. You can thank me later – after you’ve had some sleep.