Sitter vs. mom

Do you know what happens when you tell a demanding three year-old that you won't take him to Target and buy him a Batman toy? 

I do.

First, you get told you're dumb, and then the three year-old pees in his underwear to teach you a lesson.

For the past few days I have been babysitting for a small family. The children are cute, fun to talk to, and are pretty well behaved, but being with them means I get Gatorade and Slurpee spilled on my shoes, toilet water wiped on my pants, and sweat dripping down my neck just from buckling them all into the car. I stopped wearing makeup a few days ago.

I have to wonder...

Is this what being a mom is like?

Everybody Loves a Superhero

As part of an assignment this week, I am required to take two pictures of the same scene, having one in clear focus, and one with a blurred background. 

At first I tried to be cutesy, and photographed my wedding cake topper:

But then the several Avengers figures next to my camera caught my attention, and I decided to give them a try:

Once again, the Avengers save the day.

As Seen at Target

Have you seen these around lately? They're like a phenomenon around here. The car seat canopy, or cover, is everywhere. 

I see the appeal in them because they help to keep your baby warm in the winter, or covered up when he's sleeping in public, but then how will strangers like me get the chance to "ooh" and "aww" over your little angel? I really have mixed feelings about this product.

But I also see this as an opportunity. I found an online tutorial for how to make one of these, and it's actually very easy. Since I have no real purpose for one of these myself right now, I have begun to make them for my many pregnant friends, hoping they will actually use them. 

I recently gave my first one away (wish I had a picture) and upon telling my friend that I made it, she exclaimed that she thought I had bought it from Target. 

Target is probably my favorite store, so that made me feel pretty good.

I have a few more projects in mind, but currently no sewing machine. The one I ordered should be ready for pick-up in two days, but until then I've got bags full of fabric calling my name. And if you're pregnant, they might be calling your name too.