Beach Bits,  Bug,  crazy stuff,  domesticity,  Moody Blues,  the laundry


seaguls aren't afraid of storms

It’s such bad luck to write about how manically happy you are. Singing songs about boxes…such foolishness! Well, you know what happened. A switch flipped in my head and suddenly I was struck with PMS (or something) from hell. That’ll teach me to brag about my office box. Whatever goes up must come down.

Don’t worry, the office box is still rocking. The sun went behind some clouds and a storm moved into my head, that’s all. Thankfully, I have some very good friends who’s feet are firmly grounded in reality and they called me on my crap. I moped a little bit and decided they were right. I know not everyone can kill the blues with a good talk with a good friend but it worked for me…this time. And I am soooooo thankful. I hate falling down that pit of sadness.

tractor tracks

I plodded through the day, faking smiles at all of Baby Bug’s cute and not-so-cute antics.

Let me just take a sidebar on the not-so-cute antics. I’m not complaining here, I just thought I’d share…because I can.

Suddenly out of the complete blue nowhere, Baby Bug has a huge aversion to scratchy seams. She never cared before. She’s not an overly sensitive child. I can yank on her hair pretty hard when I put her ponytail in. She never complains the way I used to when I was a kid. She never complains that the bath water is too hot or too cold. She’s really mild-mannered for a two year old.

little miss trouble

Until lately. Oh my goodness! She will not wear anything that has “scratchy” seams anymore. Of course all the really cute clothes have super scratchy seams. It’s part of some great conspiracy involving Target and Old Navy and children from China sewing with thread made of steel wool for three cents an hour. Or maybe not.

Maybe Baby Bug is just rebelling because I have not jumped on the organic-free-range-vegan-threadless-hairy-armpit bandwagon all my other friends have jumped on. (I’m just teasing you guys!!!) I guess I’ll have to start budgeting for more expensive clothing from now on. Hopefully, it’s just a phase.

The other day she was walking around shirtless again and Toby told her to go put on a shirt. I already knew the battle ahead so I told her to go pick her own shirt out. I figured maybe if she was in charge, we might get somewhere.

She goes in her room and comes out five minutes later wearing her super-soft crocheted blanket her aunt made her wrapped around her middle three times. Apparently, a wrap-around blanket sufficed for a shirt in her book. Whatever. Toby got a kick out of it but I just rolled my eyes. This is the sort of stuff she pulls all day long.

Later in the day she decided her shirt and her pants were too scratchy so she took them off. Five minutes later she decided her diaper was too scratchy and off it came too. Then she ran around the living room screaming, “Naked Baby! Naked Baby!” I allowed it since this is sort of a fun game we play right before bathtime and frankly, I was worn out with her antics. I just wanted to sit on the couch and stare off into space for a minute or two.

She crawled up on the couch next to me. It was nice. Just a few minutes of quietness between the two of us. I sighed. Maybe motherhood isn’t so hard after all, I thought. It’s moments like this that make it all worth it…


Oh well. Life goes on. My new couch cover is very easy to remove for washing (because I’m a thinking mom like that and I planned ahead. I know you all thought I was an idiot to sew a couch cover in white but believe me, I had my reasons). I rinsed the cover off and set both the cushion and the cover out on the porch to dry.

Wow. I got so sidetracked on my sidebar, I forgot what I was talking about.

laundry day

I guess I’ll just finish up by saying it was a pretty blah day with laundry and absolutely no box time, which could be part of the problem. But by the end of it things got much better and Baby Bug and I baked some watermelon cookies!!!! Which I will write about in my next post.

In the meantime, I’ll just leave you with this photo:

yelling into the wind

When the weather gets you down, just yell at it!


  • sizzle

    Love that top pick. I miss stormy days at the beach. Though today it is finally sunny in Seattle and that makes me happy. The image of Baby Bug running around yelling “Naked Baby!” is awfully cute and then promptly ruined by the couch peeing. Oh dear. :(

    I’m intrigued by these watermelon cookies!

  • cc

    SuperChic went through that phase too. I cannot count the number of times I’ve had to fashion a shirt out of her flannel blanket.

    Take two corners and tie around neck, take the other two corners and tie around back. It works, and all necessary parts are covered.

  • EM

    I hear ya sister. Sometimes ya just need to get the blues! Perhaps Miz Bug would benefit from wearing her clothes inside out? That way all of those scratchy seams are on the outside…

  • Nat

    I had to go back and look for the cat!

    The Boy went through a pantless phase, which we decided just to indulge. Sometimes, it’s just easier to let them grow out of it.

  • Jummy

    That first picture is stunning.

    What you said about having light coloured slipcovers reminded me of a woman who used to come to the store I work at part time and only buy white garments. One day I asked why she buys white shirts and pants (I’ve never understood how or why someone would wear white bottoms outside of the home where there’ll only get dirty) and she said that caring for whites is easy as pie because you can just bleach the heck out of it.

    I guess Baby Bug’s tshirt in the third picture was an apt description of her antics eh?

  • Melissa

    Love the pic of the stormy beach day – perfect – and the pic of Baby Bug yelling at the stormy day – apropos. Of course, I would love to run around my house naked and yell like Baby Bug. And, Charcoal seem to like your laundry pile as much as my two cats love mine. Of course, ours wait until the clothes are folded and they can sit on top of the piles…sigh.

  • Amanda

    Sorry to here about the blah mood. Weather tends to do that to me personally. But I must say I laughed out loud at the peeing on the couch (sorry). My two year old boy was running naked aound the house a couple of weeks ago (can’t remember why) but he pooped on the carpet!! Thank goodness I don’t have nice carpet. =)

  • bluejaye

    Totally potty training time. Put big girl panties on UNDER a diaper. That is the best way to know when she is wet. I have a story about this, but don’t dare publish it.
    Remind me next time we talk.

  • Gingermog

    Lol I am still scratchy seam adverse. I have good memories of itching all day at school due to a hard seam on the back of my pinafore dress where the zip was sewn in. I still have to touch jumpers to this day before I buy them to make sure there not made out of scratchy wool – I have several t-shirts with holes where I’ve cut out the hard, scratchy tags.

    It’s pretty windy here too and my doors and windows don’t fit very well so the wind blows through the cracks making an eerie, ghostly wail. Brr…

  • Gingermog

    P.s. I have the Little Ms Sunshine version of the t-shirt BB is wearing. My 12 year old neice bought it for me, which was very kind of her.

  • betsy

    It is fantastic! What was she yelling? The wind blew Ian’s hat off the other day, and he clamped his hand down on the top of his head and yelled “Ahh! STOP WIND-ING ME!”

  • Janna from Honeyed Hashette

    I laughed so hard at this post.
    So funny. Little kids are the funniest people.
    My friends littlest sister went through a phase (it lasted 7 years) where her mom had to cut the almost non-existent seam out of all her socks. ALL her socks.
    It took a while before her mom could master the seam removal without cutting holes in the socks. She wouldn’t wear socks with holes either.

    The last picture is priceless by the way.

  • Rachel

    At least lots of things are tagless these days. If not, cut out the tags. And use tank tops. Under everything. My oldest is 8 and she is STILL a tank-top-under-everything-girl. I don’t understand it, myself…