We needed to do something to help protect little man from hitting his head too hard on our coffee table. I understand that kids hit their heads and they will get hurt. But, I don’t want to see him get hurt on the edges. So, on one of our family walks, we stopped at the hardware store and got some pipe insulation (3/4″). Little man loved playing with it on the walk home. Once we were back, we split the insulation down the seam and had it cup over the edge of the coffee table. Then we taped the ends together with some black electrical tape. Now we have a baby proofed coffee table. So far so good! The only downside is that little man still wants to play with the foam pipe insulation.
With little man in the house, I have been having a problem lately with or dogs. Our border collie shakes his head a lot and his collar makes the perfect noise for waking up little man. It has been driving me crazy. What’s worse is that since little man is teething, he had been waking up more and is easier to upset right now. So, I must silence those dog tags for everyone’s sanity.
I take the collar off my border collie at night. While this kept him quiet at night, it does nothing for daytime collar shaking and I need to remember to put it back on before he goes out in the morning. Also I did worry that in an emergency his collar would be off and he could get lost.
I wrapped plastic wrap around the tags. This worked well for the border collie. Unfortunately, on my golden retriever, it didn’t even last twelve hours. I put it on at night and an hour after he got up for the day, he was working on getting it off. I can’t have the dogs eating plastic.
Everyone should own a hot glue gun! I took my handy dandy glue gun and laid a bead of hot glue around the perimeter of the dog tag. Success! Here’s a picture of my work. I did this on every metal tag on the dog’s collar. Now, they don’t make a loud high pitched jingle / rattle noise to wake up little man. Gotta love solutions on a budget. The best part, as we get new tags (rabies renewal, moving…) or if it gets worn off, we can easily repeat the process.
I’ve looked through Pintrist and I’ve just been in awe over some of the things that these people are doing! It amazes me that any one has the time, effort, money, endless creativity… to create so many Pintrist things to one up all the other moms. I am by no means a Pintrist mom. I do have a Pintrist page which I like to pin my recipes to. While I’m great at making my son all his own baby food (I’ve never given him store-bought baby food), I’m not one who wraps up perfect little gifts with perfect little bows. I’m also not the mom who can expertly decorate cakes. I’m just a mom who loves her son and tries to do the best she can every day. Some days we get lots done and I feel like Supermom. Other days, we’re lucky if little man makes it out of his pajamas when we go to the store.
I know I’m not the only mom out there who feels inferior to the Pintrist Moms. How do they do it? What is their secret? When I look at these pins from them I want to be like them. I want to be a Pintrist Mom. Then reality hits. Do I really want to be a Pintrist Mom? Well, I do in the sense that I want to be a “Stepford Wife”. I want a nice and beautiful life with perfect hair, a tidy house, a husband who brings home flowers, a son that never cries, dogs that always obey… We all secretly want perfect lives, but if we had them, we wouldn’t be us! I love the picture I have of my dog looking up at me after digging in the flower bed. His entire snout is covered in dirt. If I got flowers every day, they wouldn’t mean as much so the little things my husband does do, mean the world to me. If my son never cried, I wouldn’t find the quiet times so wonderful.
So no, I’m not a Pintrist Mom, I’m not a Stepford Wife. I’m Me! I can’t draw a horse (my husband will attest to that), my cupcakes are not all the same size, I bought my Christmas cards from Costco rather than making them like a scrapbook, I don’t take the dead leaves and sticks and make them into centerpieces. I’ll never be that perfect mom and that’s OK. I have a perfectly imperfect life and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.