A Great Many Things

I am hitting my stride, Man - my Mom stride, that is.  Granted, I've done some pretty stupid and absent-minded things here lately (e.g. putting styrofoam containers in the oven), but I've embraced them. For example, after the styrofoam incident (yes, that was a real thing), I stomped into my bedroom and flung myself down on the bed and self-loathed for a good five minutes, bemoaning how intelligent and together I used to be, and then...then I got over it. I'm cutting myself some slack here. A good half of my brain is now consumed with information like the Consumer Reports best carseat list of 2012 or the right age to start introducing sippy cups (which is 7-9 months, btw), so I'm going to forget or fail to think about a few (thousand) things now and then. Somewhere in my subconscious, I knew that one never should put styrofoam in an even slightly warm oven, but in my wonderful-mother haste to bathe my child and my good-wife sentiment of not wanting our food to get cold,...