My kid dish situation has always been kind of on the fritz. I was given one little set which had a little melamite bowl and cup with handles, and I also have one pewter bowl. Then, later on, I bought two heavy plastic plates at Target. The collection stopped there. I soon realized that for the most part, when they are past the stage where you throw the food in little piles on the high chair tray, you can give them a regular plate and they don't tend to throw it. So I've never had real kid dishes. It's worked out fine.
Bon Maman. It's kind of on the expensive side, about $3.50 a jar, but if you factor in that you are getting a free drinking glass with the deal, it's the best bargain in town. You polish off your sweet, delicious fruit jam, and get a wide, flat-bottomed glass that is really quite difficult to tip over. It's light and has about 8 flat sides so it's easy for little hands to hold. Voila.
"I saw the big bad wolf, I was scary. So Mimi took me to the back and I nursed a little bit." It all comes out in full sentences. She is getting so big.
It is hard for me not to have a baby. I don't plan for Aoife to be my last baby but I wonder if this feeling will ever go away, this desparation to have a baby in arms. This need to be identified as the mother of a baby. She is only 2 and already I feel anxious, as if my identity as baby-mom is being lost before my eyes. Will another baby, or two, solve this? Or is it just part of my long-term mental health consequences of my drama?