Sausage and Peppers: A Cautionary Tale

I love Italian food. When my dad and stepmom come to visit, or we go up to see them, my dad always cooks us a big Italian dinner. His cooking is to die for. I look forward to it and crave it. He cooks spaghetti, makes his own sauce and salad dressing and the last time he was here he made us this chicken, potato, pepper and onion dish that was just so good it makes me drool just thinking about it. One of my favorite things he cooks is sausage and peppers.

Now, I am nowhere near the cook that my dad is and I haven’t gotten his recipes yet. While we were planning our meals last week, Josh suggested we make sausage and peppers. Brilliant! We headed off to the store to get our food for the week.

We grabbed some green pepper, an onion, a can of spaghetti sauce and headed for the sausage section (that sounds really dirty doesn’t it? Like not something you’d find at Wal-Mart so much as at one of those bookstores downtown) to peruse the selection of succulent meats. There was Polska Kielbasa, more Polska Kielbasa, hot sausage, regular sausage, but Italian sausage was nowhere to be found.

Me: So, I don’t see Italian sausage.
Josh: I’ll show you some Italian sausage. *wiggles eyebrows*
Me: You’re not Italian, shut up. Where’s the Italian sausage?
Josh: It’s here somewhere.
Me: I don’t think it is.
Josh: Well, we will find it at another store. We’ll go at some point this week and get some Italian sausage.
Me: NO. I’ll never get to the store, we’ll just get this normal sausage, it’ll be fine. *snatches the plain sausage up and throws it in the cart*
Josh: I’m telling you, you need Italian sausage.
Me: WHO IS THE ONE WITH ITALIAN HERITAGE, YOU OR ME?! IT’LL BE FINE. *breathes fire*

So the other day I stayed home from work with Nellie and decided to make my delicious dish. I sliced up peppers and onions and threw them in the Crock Pot with the jar of spaghetti sauce. I cut the (Not Italian) sausage and tossed it in with my concoction. I drooled a little in anticipation of the delicious aroma that would soon be filling my house. I turned my Crock Pot on and went about my business.

When Josh got home later that afternoon he asked:

Josh: Mmm, what’s that smell?
Me: *arrogantly* THAT’S my delicious sausage, onion, and peppers. I’m going to make noodles to go with it.
Josh: *side-eye*

I made the noodles, mixed everything together and sat down to savor my delectable dish. I munched on a few tender peppers first, then a couple of onions. Finally, I snagged a piece of sausage with my fork and popped it into my mouth, chewing tentatively, waiting for my insistence that I didn’t need Italian sausage to be justified.

It tasted like a goddamned hot dog saturated in spaghetti sauce. It was horrible. The flavors clashed like polka dots and plaid. I chewed and chewed, making yummy noises as Josh watched. “How is it?” he asked. “Not bad!” I replied nonchalantly while inside, I was wondering how I could discreetly dispose of the sausage without him knowing. Josh took a bite to see for himself, chewed a few times and looked sideways at me.

Josh’s Eyes: …………………………….
Me: …………… It’s awful, isn’t it.
Josh’s Eyes: …………………………….

The spaghetti/pepper/onion/sauce combination was fine. Tasty, even. We picked around that sausage, avoiding it like it was contaminated with the bubonic plague. We declared that dinner a fail, and Josh did a really good job containing his smug victory in knowing that he was right, and I was wrong.

The moral of this story, boys and girls is that all sausages are not created equal. Not at all. Sometimes, you just have to have Italian sausage and nothing else will do.

That’swhatshesaid.


 

 

 

 

Barfapalooza 2011.

My husband and I woke this morning at 7:15. We rejoiced, because normally our baby girl wakes us at 6 A.M. or earlier.

By the time 8:45 rolled around and Nellie was still asleep, we chuckled at the irony. Of all the days to choose to sleep in, she chose the one where we were wide awake just after 7.

By 10:30, she was awake and guzzling a sippy of milk like her life depended on it.

By 10:32, she had projectile-vomited all over me, the couch, and the floor. She looked around, dazed, as her parents sprung into action to clean up the baby and the mess. I took the baby, daddy took the mess. She cried during her bath, after her bath, and right up until I put her back down to sleep.

The rest of the day was more or less the same. She woke a while later, drank some more, puked it back up. Back into the bath, clean-up, back down to sleep. I ran out to get Chinese food for me and Josh. Gave a hungry homeless man $20, which I never do, because the only other bills I had in my wallet were $4. He cried when I handed him the $20.

Came back. Ate. Nellie drank some more. Threw it back up. Bath #3. Back to bed. Daddy ran out for provisions after Nellie went back to sleep yet again and I jumped on Twitter, asking my parent friends what we should do. We’re between insurances right now and Nellie’s coverage doesn’t start back up until the 1st of June. General consensus was: small sips, don’t let her guzzle, duh. Okay, no one said duh. That was me. No milk; PediaLyte. If she won’t drink PediaLyte, get the clear stuff and sneak it into juice or Sprite. Nellie ended up not wanting to touch her sippy cup at all so being the sneaky and clever mama that I am, I fixed a cup of ginger ale and PediaLyte. She drank it in small sips. Ate some Ritz crackers. Stayed awake for about three hours and went down for the night around 6:30.

I’m anticipating a rough night, seeing as how she was asleep most of the day. And that’s okay. I just want her to feel better. I’ve never felt truly helpless until my child was sick, and there was little I could do to help her. I’ve been snuggling and rocking with her all day in between washing myself of the vomit. I just want her to feel better.

Likely very few people will read this right now; most people are out enjoying the beginning of summer and their Memorial Day weekend and by the time you do read this, the Barfapalooza 2011 festivities will have ended. Just in case you want to party with us, it’s BYOBB: Bring Your Own Barf Bucket.

The Missing Remote

Our TV remote has been missing for a week now and by missing, I mean it’s fucking gone. I haven’t seen the damn thing in seven days and I don’t have the first idea what happened to it.

Josh first noticed its’ absence on Saturday when he asked me where it was. I shrugged and told him I had no idea; I hadn’t been able to locate it the night before. He was out playing Warhammer and I was home alone with Nellie. I remember her having it at one point and then it’s like aliens came and sucked away that specific portion of  my memory that contained the whereabouts of my remote control. They didn’t take anything else; not long division, not movie quotes, just what happened to the remote after Nellie had hold of it.

We searched high a low. We looked in all of Nellie’s usual hiding places: buried at the bottom of the toy box, under the couch, the seat of her ride-on toy but our efforts were fruitless. Still no remote. Josh started feeling very agitated about the whole ordeal whereas I found it kind of comical. He’d start looking, getting frustrated and asking me why I didn’t care that the remote was gone. I just figured that it would turn up eventually, someplace funny of course and we’d both get a good laugh out of the whole situation.

Well, a week later and there is absolutely no sign of the remote. It’s not the end of the world, we can still work the television but now I’m wondering..

Where the hell is the damned remote control?!

It’s like it vanished into thin air. Blinked out of existence. Teleported itself into a different dimension. Was abducted by goddamned remote control gnomes. I DON’T KNOW, BUT THE DAMN THING IS GONE.

It’s not so much the fact that we have to manually turn the TV on and off as much as not knowing what the crap happened to it. Josh gave me the side-eye the first few days that it was missing because I’m known to misplace things in odd places. Cell phone in the cabinet, sunglasses in the freezer, that sort of thing. But we’ve looked in every unusual place that we can find and have found no remote. I have no clue where the freaking thing is, but I hope that it re-materializes/comes back from its’ alternate dimension holiday/is returned by the gnomes before Josh and I both lose our minds.

Perhaps we should ask Nellie. This is the face of someone who knows more than she is letting on.

 

Oh, Look. I Have a Blog.

I’ve been Internet AWOL for a few days. So much in fact that one of my best friends, Megan, texted me today.

I’m sure you’re okay, but you’ve been quiet online so I wanted to check in.

Two things. One: Megan is awesome and an amazing friend. It’s too bad she lives all the way up in Chicago. She did come visit around New Year’s though. She actually spent her birthday here, and rang in 2011 with us. Two: I think this means that I Internet too much, no?

I remember this happening around my due date with Nellie. I’d go a day, sometimes even just a few hours, without being on Twitter or Facebook and suddenly my phone would blow up:

Are you in labor?
Did you have the baby?
YOU DIDN’T TWEET ABOUT YOUR LUNCH TODAY. YOU’RE IN THE HOSPITAL HAVING HER RIGHT NOW AREN’T YOU?

I was simultaneously flattered at the concern of my friends, and a little embarrassed that I Internetted so much. But as I mentioned in a previous post, Internet + Me = BFF. Megan was right though, I haven’t been online much lately. Thanks to our awesome friends (and part-time Nellie sitters) Ryan and Michelle, we now have a second vehicle. The entire 5 1/2 years that Josh and I have been married, we have shared a car. And let me tell you, that’s fun. Let me also tell you, that was sarcasm. Sharing a car wasn’t too bad when it was just us but when we threw conflicting work schedules and a baby into the mix? WEEEEEEE. Ryan and Michelle had a car they weren’t using and were going to sell. They are awesome, and told us we could use it until we were ready to buy it. Because they rock. With the acquisition of a second vehicle comes more hours at work for me, which leaves less internet time! Once I get home from work, we’ve got to do the dinner thing and spend some time together, we’ve been taking walks and then by the time we get Nellie to bed we are both tired. I’ve also been reading She’s Come Undone (which is a complete and utter lesson in emotional exhaustion, let me tell you) so that’s been taking up a lot of my free time.

But here I sit this evening, Josh is off playing Warhammer and Nellie’s in bed. I had dinner and am relaxing and trying to catch up on blogging. I’ve got a few exciting things happening regarding my blog and work and hopefully will be able to share them with you soon! BlogHer 2011 is just around the corner. I’ve got to secure my funds and get my things booked and start shopping for a few cute outfits! I’m so excited! San Diego here I come!

 

 

 

Five Fabulous Bloggers

Thanks to Trop50 for sponsoring my writing about fabulous bloggers. This year Trop50 is granting 50 Fabulous Wishes. Click here to enter for a chance to win $1,000 to celebrate a friend with a refreshing attitude about looking and feeling fabulous!

I love blogging. I love reading blogs. I love saying the word “blog”. Blog, blog, blog. Bloggity blog. I myself have been (say it with me) blogging since I really even knew such a thing existed. I started writing on LiveJournal in 2001 at the tender age of 17. Little did I know that what I was doing was actually blogging (okay, now you have to take a shot every time I say any variation of the word “blog”). I digress. This post is about 5 bloggers that I love, and this is really hard for me to narrow down. I read a LOT of blogs, and it’s hard for me to decide which writers to feature here. I admire people who can blog long-term and still keep their loyal readers and keep their content fresh and interesting. I admire women who can write. I admire women who are funny. This list contains a little of all of those types of women.

  • The Bloggess: I’ve been reading The Bloggess since before I started this blog and knew how big the blogosphere was. Jenny is one of the funniest women I’ve ever read, and she is my blogging idol. Every single time I read a post of hers, I am shaking my head and thinking, “I will never be this funny”. She manages to write in her own unique style, and that style speaks to my bizarre sense of humor beautifully. If I meet her at BlogHer this coming August, I make no promises that I won’t do something extraordinarily embarrassing, like lick her face or beg her to take a picture of both of our thumbs or something.
  • All & Sundry: This is a relatively new discovery. My coworker Lisa turned me on to this blog, telling me that she loved the writing and I am really glad that she did. The author, Linda, weaves her words in a way that is a pleasure to read. She is funny, she is heartfelt, and she is just a damn good writer.
  • The Spohrs Are Multiplying: Another blogger I’d love to run into at BlogHer; Heather writes in a way that speaks to me. I began reading her blog after her older daughter, Madeline, passed away suddenly in April of 2009. She and her husband Mike had a daughter, Annabel, just a few days after I had Nellie. Heather and Mike are clever, creative, and their posts about Madeline break my heart. I’ve read a lot of blogs where the loss of a child was involved, but their posts about Maddie make me cry without fail. Something about the way they write grabs my soul and tears it open. They also write a lot about adorable Annabel, and feature hilarious and clever videos of her and their dog Rigby regularly.
  • Salt Says: Salt is a terribly clever blogger. She is another one who writes really well, and manages to be funny pretty much all the time. She unfortunately hasn’t blogged in almost two months (AHEM, SALT) and I miss her posts like crazy. She writes about all sorts of things, from pop culture to funny things that happen to her.. She is always clever and again, can actually write really well.
  • Mommy Wants Vodka: I love Aunt Becky, mostly because I also want vodka. I actually really like Aunt Becky a lot because she’s another hysterical blogger with a brain like mine. Her sense of humor and writing are both really random, and I almost always laugh out loud at her posts. The only time I don’t laugh out loud is when she’s not trying to be funny, and then I don’t laugh because I don’t laugh at people when they’re blogging about serious things, because that’s mean.

So that was really difficult. Like I said, I love a lot of blogs. It was hard to choose just five bloggers to give a shout-out to in this post. I hope that maybe you’ve found a new blog to follow from this post!

Who are some of your favorite bloggers?

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Back to Blogging Basics

I got to thinking last night about blogging and how long I’ve actually been doing it. This blog is only about 3 1/2 years old (it used to be called Hope Springs Eternal and I started it after the miscarriage I had in December of 2007), but I’ve been writing in an online journal – a weblog – for over ten years now.

I began blogging in March of 2001, at the tender age of 17. My platform was not Blogger nor WordPress, but LiveJournal. After Nellie went to bed last night, I started browsing through my old entries as I do every now and again. I chose this month in 2003; eight years ago. I was nineteen years old, and had just landed a job at the Chili’s that was slated to open downtown. I was so excited and proud of myself. My personality wasn’t too much different then than it is now; I still had a very random sense of humor. I treated my LiveJournal much like many people treat Facebook now: I dumped whatever was on my mind at the time into my journal.

“ZOMG, I got the job at Chili’s!”
“ZOMG, they want to make me a trainer. I’m so excited!”
“ZOMFG FUNNY INTERNET VIDEO.”
“I HEART SPAGHETTI ALWAYS.”

I did write about my day-to-day life, which during the time period I was revisiting consisted of living with my (then) boyfriend, going out to eat, watching movies, and spending time with my newfound group of friends. I stumbled across one entry that was basically:
“I went bowling tonight with my group of bowling friends. This one friend of mine, Josh and I competed against each other to see who could beat the other one. He’s usually better than me but we tied this time! OMG!”

Little did I know that “this one friend of mine, Josh” would one day be my husband and the father of my child.

I thought about all of the people I’ve met on the internet in the past ten years. I began thinking about the people I’ve met on the internet even beyond that. Connecting with people through the web has been a part of my life and of who I am since I was twelve years old. To some, that may seem kind of pathetic and even sad but I’ve never viewed it that way. When my home life was intolerable and depressing, the internet was my escape. After I moved out and lived with my boyfriend and found that life wasn’t what I thought it would be, LiveJournal was my therapy. Writing was cathartic. I’ve made lasting friendships via the internet; people I still keep in touch with but whom I’ve never met face to face. I’m happy on the internet, connecting with people all around the world. I think about people in particular who stand out in my mind, some of whom I only spoke to once or twice but for whatever reason left a lasting impression on me.

I wonder where those people are now, what their lives are like. If they’re even still alive (you never know). I think about the people I interact with on a daily basis via my blog, Twitter, and Facebook and wonder if we will still be speaking in ten more years or if they, too, will fade into the cast of characters that have come and gone during my days on the internet.

I read through my old entries, remembering the events that passed eight years ago. I read my writing, which was honest and unedited. I thought about my writing today, and how I’ve struggled with this blog and tried to keep my words genuine and not forced. I’ve failed a lot. Going public with this blog took a lot of the personal touch from it; it’s hard to bare your soul in your writing when you know that your coworkers, your friends, and your family read what you have to say. I am not ashamed of the things I write or feel but it’s still a very strange feeling to have someone come up to you and say, “So about your blog post yesterday…”

Part of me feels like I need to get back in touch with that nineteen year old girl with so much on her mind. I need to channel her sometimes, and just write. Write about what’s happening in my life. What I’m feeling. What I’m doing. I’ve gotten away from that, and that’s the whole reason I started a blog in the first place. Not to make money, or to get sponsorships, or to have people drooling and clapping over my words like cracked out fangirls. I started this blog to do what I’ve been doing for years and years, and that’s express myself and connect with people that I would never, ever be able to connect with if it wasn’t for the internet. I’m not saying that sponsored posts aren’t nice (they are, and I have one coming up Monday) but they’re not the reason I started blogging.

If you made it this far through this slightly rambly post, *internet cookie*. Thank you for reading, for continuing to come back even when I have nothing to say. Thank you for caring about my little space of the internet.

Early to Bed, Early to Rise Makes Mommy Crazy

If you see me as of late, my life looks a little bit something like this:

By the way, I am now from the 50’s and my child has blond hair. Ta Da!

But seriously. My child has decided that sleeping in is for the fucking birds. Which, by the way, haven’t even been chirping when she’s been waking up. I wrote earlier in the week about my fabulous Human Alarm Clock and at the time, I was still mildly amused at the fact that she’d been waking up earlier and earlier in the morning. We get up a little after 6 AM, and Nellie had begun waking at 5:45. Which is maddening. You know how you get up to pee, look at your alarm clock hoping you still have two hours to sleep when in reality, your alarm is set to go off in like a minute? Yeah, it’s just as frustrating when it’s fifteen minutes. No worries though, she remedied that irritation by getting up EVEN EARLIER.

Yesterday she woke at 5:15 and I decided to put her to bed earlier, to my husband’s protests:

Josh: If she’s waking up earlier, why would you put her to bed earlier? Put her to bed later.
Me: No, I’ve read that if your baby gets up really early, they’re actually not getting enough sleep and it’s makes them over-tired or something, and you should put them to bed earlier.
Josh: ……….. That doesn’t even make sense.
Me: I READ IT ON THE INTERNET AND THE INTERNET IS NEVER WRONG

So we put Nellie to bed by 6:30 last night, and this morning she broke a recent record and was up at 5:10. In the morning. It was dark and there was no one in the universe awake besides us.  I usually go in to her when she starts fussing and crying but this morning I was so tired and fed up with this sudden early bird business, that I let her cry. I’m a horrible mom, I know. She cried for about a minute and then was silent for about ten. I relaxed back into my bed, hopeful that she’d drifted back off to sleep. I myself never did go back to sleep because I was expecting at any moment to be woken by my chirpy little bird.

She fussed on and off for about 45 minutes. I stubbornly refused to get her out of her bed until 6 A.M., which is ridiculous because my kid can’t tell time. I lay there thinking, “This will teach her a lesson. I’ll show her that we don’t wake up before 6 A.M. in this house. MOMMY WINS FOREVER.”

Then my cat started bitching loudly, and scratching my bed post, even though his damned food bowl was full. I glared at him from under the covers as he screamed in my face. I resigned myself to the fact that I will never ever sleep past 6 A.M. again without either a child or a feline screeching at me. I stuck to my guns, though, and didn’t retrieve Nellie from her crib until 6 A.M. HA! SHOWED YOU, TODDLER.

Tonight I’m going to take my husband’s suggestion of a later bedtime. I don’t understand why she suddenly began waking up at such an ungodly hour when she’s been sleeping until at least 6 A.M. for months now. Thoughts? Suggestions? It’s cool to put some vodka in her bedtime milk, right? Just a little? Yes? Vodka always makes me want to sleep in.

12 Books in 2011 : 5 Months In

In the beginning of 2011, I set a goal for myself to read twelve books in twelve months. The vision I originally had for my grand plan was one book per month, and then I was introduced to The Hunger Games and read the first two in the month of January alone. Oops. Then my book for March, Freaknomics, had an unfortunate encounter with some toilet water while I was cleaning (R.I.P Freakonomics) and my plan got derailed.

I am, however, pretty much right on track even if I haven’t exactly read one book each month of this year so far. Here are the books that my brain has consumed so far, linked to a synopsis, and my thoughts on each book:

  • The Hunger Games:  ZOMG, Hunger Games. It took me a few pages to get into the story but once I did, I devoured it. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had dreams about it. I was a woman with an obsession. I made at least three of the women in my office start reading it and they, too, became obsessed. The book is well-written and imaginative, and it throws you into this world full of horrors where children are made to fight to the death. You find yourself in the heroine’s (the tough-as-nails Katniss Everdeen) place. It’s not graphic or gross as you might think; it is in fact geared toward young adults but like the Harry Potter books, is a good enough read for adults to take interest as well. If you haven’t already started this trilogy, DO IT. NOW.
  • Catching Fire: The second in The Hunger Games trilogy. I can’t say much about this book without giving away what happened in the first, but I loved this one as well. Not quite as much as The Hunger Games, but it was still fantastic and the ending will make you want to immediately read the third. In fact, if you go and pick this one up just go ahead and get a copy of the next one which is…
  • Mockingjay: Harder to get through than the first two in the trilogy, but still a very good read. Katniss’s character changes a lot in this book; she is jaded by all that she has seen and forced to do and it makes her have a lot more depth. A lot of people say they don’t like the change she went through, but I believe in order to make a character multi-dimensional and interesting they have to evolve and change. I really liked the ending to the trilogy, but of course was left wanting more. The story was so fantastic and swept you into the world the author created, I couldn’t help but crave more!
  • Dead Reckoning: The latest installment in Charlaine Harris’s Southern Vampire Mysteries… A.K.A “The books that True Blood is based off”. If you love True Blood but haven’t read the books yet, go NOW. Buy the first book, “Dead Until Dark” and kiss your social life goodbye as you tear through them with reckless abandon. This chapter in the Sookie Stackhouse Saga was better than her last one, but still not my favorite. I really enjoyed the introduction to a few new mythical beings and gaining more insight into Sookie’s family background and history. And of course there was a pretty good amount of the ever-sexy vampire Eric, who is my book and TV boyfriend (sorry honey). Chances are if you’re contemplating reading this, it’s only because you are already a fan of the series and just haven’t gotten your hands on a copy yet. If you haven’t started the series.. DO IT.

Those are the books that I have read so far this year. I just began my fifth book of the year which puts me pretty well on schedule, even if I have deviated from my original “book a month” plan. I’m currently reading She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb, and though I’m only a few pages in I am loving it. It is some of the best writing that I have ever read, and even though I’ve heard it’s depressing I cannot wait to read more. In fact, once I finish writing this post I’m going to settle in on the couch and dive in!

What books have you read so far this year? Have any suggestions for me?


 

The Nellie 2010 Human Alarm Clock

Tired of wondering and worrying whether or not you forgot to set your alarm, or if it will go off at all in the morning? Maybe it’s time you stopped relying on a machine to wake you up and started using the Human Alarm Clock system! With the Human Alarm Clock system, you have a reliable and foolproof way of ensuring that you never sleep in again. Ever. For the rest of your life.

Introducing The Nellie 2010! The Nellie 2010 is reliable and trustworthy when it comes to waking you up from even the deepest sleep.  Do you crave variety and get tired of hearing the same old sound each and every morning? Well, the Nellie 2010 has three settings: coo, whine, and scream and you never know which sound you’re gonna get! It’s a fun surprise every single morning of your life, forever and ever!

The Nellie 2010 is guaranteed to make sure you are awake when you need to be. She is so guaranteed to make sure you’re awake on time, that she often goes off 15 to 30 minutes before you planned on being awake! Now that’s an alarm clock that you can rely on to do the job right! Did I mention that you never, ever again have to worry about sleeping in? Ever? I mentioned that, right?

The Nellie 2010 tends to soil herself from time to time but clean-up is easy with a few swipes of a baby wipe. She needs regular feeding and lots of hugs and snuggles. To ensure the Nellie 2010 keeps in proper working order, praise her and love her regularly. The Nellie 2010 also works as:

  • A means of exercise (running after her)
  • A vacuum (eating goldfish crackers off the floor)
  • Cat trainer (her constant shrieking keeps felines in line)
  • Recording system (you say it, she repeats it)
  • Comic relief
  • Heart warmer
  • Expert cuddler

The Nellie 2010 is not available in stores. Please inquire in the comments if interested. The Nellie 2010 is prone to sudden fits of whining, tantrums and screaming. Mommy Boots is not responsible for any havoc and destruction the Nellie 2010 may wreak. By acquiring the Nellie 2010, you acknowledge that you will pretty much never sleep past 6:00 A.M. ever again.

 

 

Dandelion {Earthy-Friendly Goods} Review

When Julie with Dandelion contacted me asking if I’d like to review some baby/toddler tableware I jumped at the chance. I’m raising my child like she was born in a barn; we usually just throw her food on her tray and let her eat with her hands and shovel food into her mouth like some kind of wild woman. So I said yes, of course. I would love some bowls to help make my child more civilized! When she told me that they were BPA free and made from corn I was even more intrigued. She sent me a set of two BPA-free corn feeding bowls to check out.

Some of the selling points about the bowls:

  • Made from a unique corn bioplastic (PLA) formula.
  • Naturally…BPA free, Phthalate free and PVC free
  • Corn is a renewable and sustainable resource.
  • Hand-wash only, not microwave or dishwasher safe

The bowls feature flared tab edges, making them easy to hold and a deep interior which helps with messes. Once I got the bowls, I was eager to try them out and the result was… Well, take a look for yourself!

The deep interior helped when Nellie decided she wanted to turn the bowl over to get a peek at the underside, as you can see in the first frame. She ate pretty well out of the bowl and there wasn’t a lot of mess to clean up afterward! Of course, once her oranges were gone she found another use for the bowls…

Even if your toddler doesn’t quite get the hang of a bowl yet, they make a very fine hat.

Julie asked if anything else on the website caught my eye and after browsing, I found this cute little stuffed duck. Nellie loves stuffed animals and she is slowly building up an army and she was definitely missing a duck! Some of the great things about the duck include:

  • Made with organic cotton fibers
  • Filled with soft corn fibers
  • Machine Washable (HALLELUJAH)
  • 8″ tall

He makes a little rattle noise when you shake him too, which Nellie digs. She likes anything noisy. I introduced Duck (he doesn’t really have a name yet) to Nellie and she took to him pretty well!

Now every time she sees him, she points and quacks!! The fox pictured there is her bedtime lovey, but she also rotates who sleeps in the crib with her and Duck has been getting his Nellie time lately. She’ll walk over to him, pick him up and hug him going “mm mm mm mm!”

You can buy the BPA-free Feeding Corn Bowls for $7.99, and the adorable Organic plush duck for $19.99. The bowls are a fantastic way to introduce your baby to tableware and the duck makes a perfect addition to your little one’s stuffed animal family, especially if they love them like mine does!

I received no monetary compensation for this post. I was given a set of 2 bowls and the plush duck from Dandelion to review. All opinions stated in this review are 100% honest, and 100% my own.