|Jenni and Jeremy gave the boys these polos for their Birthday yesterday. Perfecto!|
We arrived at the Memorial Day BBQ and slip-and-slide party without Fluffy’s swimming bag. This is how we discovered the single set of circumstances in the world under which Fluffy is willing to wear boy clothes (“Ewwwww!!”), i.e. when the alternative is watching the other kids slip and slide while mom goes home to get the swimsuit. As soon as I got back she insisted on slipping (pun) into something more feminine. All of which reminded me of something I wish I’d known when I first became a mom:
You’re Supposed to Bring Stuff
It took me a good 18 months to two years to realize that when you become a mother, people don’t spell things out for you because it is your job to think it through and be prepared.
Your diaper bag should contain diapers.
I am crimson with shame remembering all the times I dropped Fluffy off at the babysitter those first two years with a diaper bag containing 1) no diapers, 2) several formerly-wet wipes, 3) a few fuzzy binkies, 4) an empty canister of puffs and 5) a change of clothes size 0-3 months. We jokingly called it the No-Diaper Bag.
Always bring food, even if you think you’ll be done and back by meal time.
I think I was much slower than the average new mom at catching on that when someone says, “Let’s go to the park,” it means “and eat the lunches you’ve packed on the picnic blanket you brought while the babies eat their baby food with their bibs, and then you can clean them up with wipes so they can play with their toys–all of which you must pack.” For almost two years, I was the mom saying, “Oh, I should have packed us a lunch,” or having to buy fast food on the way home because errands invariably took longer than anticipated. These days, I do try to take food whenever we go out, but I also keep various non-perishables in the car.
Drop them off with food.
Fluffy was the easiest baby in the world. She slept like clockwork, ate every three hours on the dot, and never, never–no never–cried. Watching her should be easy! What I did not realize is that none of those things occurred unless she was with mommy. In my absence Fluffy would only fall asleep with one other person in the world, Sariah , and only if Sariah were holding her, rocking her, and covering her face with a blanket so she wouldn’t realize it wasn’t me. And I would drop her at the babysitter’s or the gym care or wherever with no milk because “She won’t need to eat for another 2 and a half hours!” What had to be spelled out to me was that when your baby who never ever cries is wailing away like Kim Jong Il just died, the child care worker wants, nay, deserves a bottle of milk to help calm her down.
Keep the pool bag packed and the sun gear in the car.
You have perceived by now that I earned quite a reputation as the anti-boy-scout. My motto: “Never Prepared.” This was quite evident the first time we visited a sprayground. A sprayground is a water-play area with jets coming out of the ground or other features where the kids get wet but do not swim. When my friend first invited us, I thought, “Oh, like running through the sprinklers.” So I put Fluffy in some shorts (back when she would wear them), and we went.
Things I should have brought:
-Fluffy’s bathing suit
-hats for both of us
-regular diapers or dry underpants
Things I actually brought:
-the No-Diaper Bag
The best part is that my friend knew me well enough to anticipate this and had brought a spare swimsuit for Fluffy, a towel, pool shoes, and I’m not kidding, some sandwiches for us. Martha Ethington, you rock.
I’ve learned my lesson though. Now I keep almost all of the above items in a pool bag ready to go (don’t forget to put in the dry underpants when you restock!), so I just grabbed the bag and jetted back to the BBQ today.
I also think it’s a great idea to keep hats, socks, jackets, finger foods and toys in the diaper bag. You don’t need toys for the first few months, but when you do start needing toys, you really, really need them.
Happy Memorial Day!
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