1. Popcorn at the Home Depot
This might be the single most exciting development in customer satisfaction efforts I’ve ever been fortunate enough to be a part of. On Monday Brian and I went to the Home Depot to look at some storm doors, which is a thrill ride in and of itself, obviously. So imagine how jacked up we were (ok, I was) to discover a vendor handing out bags of hot popcorn right at the entrance to the store! No strings attached! Man do I love the Home Depot.
If more people walked around giving strangers bags of popcorn, and if we could in turn eat these bags of popcorn with no fear that the strangers had laced them with anthrax, the world would be a happier place. Also more buttery hands, which is kind of gross, but on the whole a happier world if you want my opinion on it.
2. 3 Sprouts Storage Boxes
I’m a huge fan of 3 Sprouts products. The toy storage boxes appeal to my sense of childhood whimsy and my anal-retentiveness, which is a tricky combo. They also satisfy my grand home design visions of having a cute and orderly play room, so that even if I can’t cook or clean properly, and even if I shrink 9 out of 10 sweaters in the dryer, I can still obtain a level of domestic success. These bins say “This is a house where form and function unite in perfect harmony.” Ok these bins don’t say jack shit, but they are really cute and they do hold a lot of crap that would otherwise be on your floor. So there’s that.
3 Sprouts makes equally adorable and handy laundry bags, toy chests, etc. I love the laundry bag especially; throwing soiled onesies into it is the highlight of my laundry experience, if I were forced to choose a highlight of that experience.
3. Maternity Pants as “Everyday Pants”
It’s hard to make out my pants in this photo, but I can assure you that they’re maternity pants that I’m using as what I like to call “everyday pants” or alternatively “buffet pants.”
I cannot overstate to you how much I love my maternity pants. Historically I’ve been a great lover of “comfy clothes,” which, if I’m being honest and taking a real hard look at myself, I would have to admit are really glorified pajamas that I wear out to social events inappropriately. I find that the line between day and night wear is often blurred for me, and I don’t make much effort to bring the distinction into sharper focus.
So now take this strongly embedded love of comfort, and also make a mental note of the trendiness of Lululemon. Perfect storm for me. I take the Lululemon trend as social sanctioning of never putting on real pants, ever. Now, I can’t really afford Lululemon pants, but what I CAN afford is to use and reuse ad nauseam my maternity pants (in a variety of brands – I’m not picky here). Done and done. They have the “give” I’m looking for. They are generally black and as everyone knows black clothes never get dirty. And best of all they don’t require me to make the effort to deal with troublesome zippers or buttons. Who has time for that? Not this guy.
My college friend Jill (Hi Jill!) has recently introduced me (virtually) to her friend and former neighbor Brenna of the super funny and popular blog Suburban Snapshots. Brenna is a photographer and a mom and a humor writer. So am I! Although Brenna has like 10,000 Facebook fans which I don’t have but hopefully will someday, at which point I will become Brenna, like in Single White Female. Where was I? Ahh yes, check out the blog Suburban Snapshots! Brenna is also on Facebook (did I mention her 10,000 fans? Go ahead and jump on that crazy train).
Oh, and watch Brenna here for a taste of her moves (spoiler alert: She is basically Beyoncé)
I have to give this little inchworm credit: it was able to do what no toy has done before it, and that is propel Nolan into purposeful motion. Previously, only Cheerios have been motivation enough to get Nolan’s haunches in motion, as you may have seen in the post Mobility, Thy Name is Nolan. But over the course of the past few days Nolan’s crawling mojo has kicked in, and he seems to be realizing that the world is his oyster, and that oysters taste better than Cheerios.
Anyway, this Inchworm is the bomb in that when you press on its hump (and by hump I mean that green star part in the middle), the toy shoots forward, just out of your baby’s reach. And then, you guessed it – your simpleton baby gets confused and continues to chase the inchworm, pushes on it again, and the whole cycle repeats itself. It’s like Groundhog Day because babies love to do the same mind-numbing things over and over and OVER while you blackout from the sheer boredom of the repetition. Enter the Inchworm. Make this sucker do the work for you, and save your blackouts for more exciting occasions.
Let me know what you think about these and other products we should all check out. (i.e. Tina, thank you for alerting me to the presence of baby knee pads for wannabe crawlers. Who knew there was such a thing??)