Never Buy another bib!

They say you never know fear until you have a child. I think that's largely true! But if you have a daughter, now, that's daunting. My baby girl is so sweet and saucy, I just know she'll do fine. Even at two, she keeps her older brothers in check. They love her madly, and she's already adept at pulling their strings.

If you have a daughter, then you know what I'm talking about when I say that I've always wanted one, and couldn't wait to do "girly things" with her. But now that she's a reality, I just want to teach her Karate, first. And what about that dumb "Frog Prince" story? Now that I have a daughter, I want to know who's responsible for that.

Sheesh. Give me a break. At my age, if I see ever see a cute little frog wearing a crown I'm going to think I should give in and get the bifocals, first of all. Then I'm going to figure it's just a toad pretending to be a frog, pretending to be a prince! How about that for a story, huh? He's probably a big mess, too, and I'm not just talking about the warts.

Or, maybe it's a girl frog. Bet whoever wrote the story never thought of that. Right, girls? Which means that girl is in a real pickle, or she’s probably a toad, too. Or that frogs eat bugs. How 'bout a kiss? Like thats going to happen (snort). Toads eat bugs, too. Some frogs and toads are poisonous. And isn't there a species of toad that spits? Somebody really needs to do something about this story (Consider this entry "intellectual property").

I’m not saying you should judge a book by its cover, either, because then I’d be in real trouble. But there comes a time in life when you find that most things really are a matter of right and wrong, and that most of us usually pretend to be something we are not, at least on the first impression.

What if we didn’t do that? And don’t you wish you could somehow inoculate your children with your experience, so they don’t have to learn these lessons the hard way? OMG. Did I just write that? I hope my dad doesn’t see this!

You probably see where I'm going here...  But I guess the point is: all that girly stuff is great, but now I have to bring up a Woman!  Yikes. And I thought bringing up Men was tough.

The moral of the story:  If you are looking for a prince, remember that what you see is really what you will probably get.  So pick a good one that puts the toilet seat down and doesn't spit.

Recently, I took the family to get a bite to eat when we made our monthly shopping trip.  It's worth it for us to travel the 30 minutes to a nearby town in order to save what we do on groceries.  Inevitably, there is a meal included, as the whole excursion takes a few hours.

How absolutely awesome it was to pull my cinchi out of the diaper bag and fasten a napkin around my daughter's neck!  Not only did I have an instant bib, but I didn't have to wash it later. 

Even better... other moms' reactions!  People kept coming up to me and making comments.  The most common:  "Oh... My.... Gosh!" (nearly everybody says exactly that).  They are absolutely floored by the simplicity of the thing.  My sister, the other Cinchi Mom,  compares the cinchi to the ends of a shoe lace.  Could we live without them?  Well, we could, but tying our shoes would take longer, that's for sure!