There is a ton of interest in the Stokke Tripp Trapp high chair, and for good reason. This versatile, attractive and well-made high chair is one of the best baby products on the market. Many parents have questions about the ins and outs of the Stokke Tripp Trapp, and in this post I’ll go over…
Answers to Your Stokke Tripp Trapp Questions

Please note that this is NOT the first time we have vaccuumed! I usually vaccuum when Liz is not around because she reacts to it like a golden retriever would…runs away from it at first, then slowly creeps towards it with her head tilted and a puzzled look on her face before jumping at it in an act of attempted dominance and finally cowering away in defeat…
That being said, I should clearly stop spraying her with a water bottle when she gets near the stove…
I would like to defend myself but the above statement is true. Touche, sir.
I love you Liz! Your posts are fantastic!
I think Beverly Hospital should hand out free subscriptions of Martha Stewart Living with each baby….
Erin that is a really good idea. I had had a similar thought, but I was envisioning Field and Stream magazine. Your idea makes more sense.
I don’t know how to use the vacuum, make anything for dinner more complex than grilled cheese, and actually had to Google candied yams to be sure I knew what (dish? Side? Dessert?) you were referencing. My family and friends are fully aware of my shortcomings in the housekeeping department and seem to love me anyway. That said, I too secretly hoped my Martha Stewart gene will be expressed one day post partum, however, your hilarious blog post leaves me in doubt. Thanks for the great read!
Ps- your hubby’s rendition of you and the vacuum left me in tears.
Mia, just a little tip: the key to a good grilled cheese is good bread and good cheese. I wanted to pass this gem on, as this, too, is one of my culinary specialties. We would probably get along, you and me.
ps I have no idea what candied yams are either! I know they are a thing that sounds fancy and edible. Otherwise, no clue.
Brian, try positive reinforcement. If Liz cleans something (anything), give her a reward. I find hot wings & pasta with siracha sauce work well. If she cooks you some chicken, hand her a glass of house red wine (2nd cheapest is her preferred blend). God speed. — Your sister in law, Catherine
Catherine- How dare you. Also, yes, this is accurate. Pavlovian principles work best for me.
Oh Liz, I can relate to this post way too much. I don’t even know where our Easter baskets are, much less if I ever actually bought one for child #3 (who will be 3 in October). Incidentally, I love bread. And eggs. And what sounds like a spectacularly fun egg GAME.
Also, I do have a fun vacuuming song I could lend you. I made it up as a kid to convince myself that I really “wanted” that particular chore. I still hum it to myself as an adult. It makes the task so much more lovely. *Note: It does not actually enhance the results of the chore. My vacuum sucks lately. (And not in a good way…)
Amanda I’ll be looking for you to sing this next time I see you. I need all the help I can get, audio or otherwise.
Liz, if it makes you feel any better, my kids are teenagers and I have minimal knowledge as to how to use our vacuum and no idea how garbage leaves our house. And while I enjoyed those younger years, my mommy self is thankful that Easter baskets and egg hunts are things of the past.
I always wonder how the garbage gets out too. It’s like it’s there one day, gone the next….one of the great mysteries of domestic life.
I actually think Amanda made up the song (something to the affect of “I love to vacuum, to vacuum..” ) so that we would try to beat her to it, never happened. Also, I am sure Matt would add greatly to my poor attempts at domestication. I think I block them out in an attempt to continue to have an over inflated self esteem that is based on very little substance.
Ha! Meghan, I really like the “inflated self esteem based on very little substance.” That just made me laugh out loud.
Liz, I regularly feel as you do. I cannot even handle the simplest of culinary feats, that is a grilled cheese sandwich. Sean regularly reminds me that it’s a staple meal for a good mother. However, I can’t seem to manage. I too can count on one hand the times I vacuumed Henry’s room, and by vacuum, I mean, swept up a bit. And he’s two! I am also acutely aware of the fact that I mop very infrequently for someone with two dogs, a cat and a toddler.
But, wait! There’s hope! I have been told that the woman gene doesn’t really activate until you have your second child. I’m going to cling to that, whether or not there is any scientific backing for this theory.