Mommy Measure Measuring My Milestones

I LOVE documenting things. I've especially loved documenting my pregnancy with weekly photos and journals.Another fun way to document things that I've recently discovered is the Mommy Measure. Have you seen this? It's an adorable little measuring tape that has space for your little journal markings. It's great for women who maybe don't like to write-journal a lot, but prefer to jot down little notes from time to time. Or in my case... For people who like to document in as MANY ways as possible!
Here's how I use it:

When something special comes up, like my baby shower, or the first time I feel Spawnie's hiccups (still waiting to notice that one) I measure my belly and mark that date with a heart sticker, and write how far along I am, and the occasion below it.
My handwriting's not the best, but I guess that's something I'll be able to prove to my little girl too when I show her this. I try to measure my stomach every-other week if I remember, or mark down "special days."

You can also use it after birth to measure your baby's growth his/her first year!

I got my Mommy Measure right as I found out Spawnie was a girl and looking back I wish I had marked that day down. At the time I was concerned about "messing it up" but now I think the more stickers the better!I'm going to keep using it though my last 8.5 weeks and mark the day I finally catch her kicking on video, the day I feel her first hiccups, and maybe I'll record a funny dream I have or something, as well as when contractions start. So lots to look forward to!

Then, on her delivery day, I'll write all of her stats on it, and it'll be a great keepsake for a scrapbook (if I get the courage to make one!).Here's a little more information about Mommy Measure:

"If you are looking for the perfect pregnancy gift, the Mommy Measure is it! Our unique patent pending pregnancy growth chart & journal make it easy to record your belly growth (Fundal height / belly circumference) and pregnancy milestones.

The Mommy Measure creates a unique timeline of your pregnancy journey and allows you to compare measurements and experiences of previous or future pregnancies.

The Mommy Measure can also be used to track your baby's first year of growth. Simply lay the Mommy Measure™ alongside your baby on a flat surface and mark their length and write special milestones.

With the Mommy Measure you will never forget the moments where it all started."

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Another great thing about this is it's only $15. And it comes in gender neutral colors, like mine, as well as pink and blue! It's a great gift for expecting mama's!

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**Thanks to Mommy Measure for sending me the item to try for this review and one for the giveaway. I was not paid for this review and opinions are my own!**

The First...

Six-year-olds don't talk about what they do for a living, how long they've been married or when their going to have kids. They just wanted to know if that beautiful pink beauty with purple trim and sparkly streamers was mine... And oh yea, it was.

My first love wasn't the boy in 2nd grade, not my first boyfriend or even my husband... All of these loves came much, much later. My first love was my beautiful, nameless but charming inaugural bike.

It's a prize every child looks forward to getting at a certain point in their lives. I have no idea what age...8 or 9 maybe? When it came to bikes, I was a late bloomer compared to some of my friends. A bike for Christmas is a tradition I want to continue with my children. I imagine it's a feeling that warms your heart... Seeing your child shriek and beam at the first glimpse of that new bike under-Eer, next to, the Christmas tree.

That first bike isn't something you erase from your memory along with your Bio 101 midterm study guide. No--Your First bike is a memory you'll hold dear forever.

My pink piece of steel survived many hot summers trekking across the hot asphalt, up and down my neighborhood hill and most of all...round and round the cul-a-sac my house sat on (cause mom didn't want us to go very far).

Thinking of that bike takes me down a long road of memories. Riding my bike for the first time... without training wheels was like taking my dad's Cutlass around the block for the first time... Dangerously cool.

I got into my first car accident on that bike. She saved me from the bees. Oh, in Georgia the bees were HUGE, and they'd chase ya! Yea, she saved my life... And almost ended it a few times too.

...But the memory that over shines all those other pleasant memories of my bike is the horrid memory of when my bike, my beauty, my first baby, was stolen from me.

It was a sunny afternoon. I was riding around the cul-da-sac with my best friend and next-door-neighbor, Jenny.

We were riding and singing, and riding and playing... You know, typical 10-year-old girl stuff. But then I got the call... From nature.

I've always had a problem with holding my bladder. Not a problem keeping my bladder held, but a problem with pushing my bladder too far. Even to this day I refuse to use public restrooms, and many days I'll only go twice. Well, this day I made a mistake. As many kids do when they're having fun...I pushed it too far.

Without an explanation to my friend, I rode as far as I could up my sidewalk but I couldn't make it inside of the garage. The sitting position was too much. I jumped off, pulled my bike as far up the driveway as I could and did what my mother always told me not to... I dropped my bike on the lawn.

I knew I wouldn't be inside long. I'd of course go to the bathroom, then go back out. But that turned into getting a drink of water, some juice, a Popsicle then of course I wanted a snack.

I went back outside expecting to see Jenny but she was gone. 'Maybe she had to go too' I thought. But my mind quickly shifted to the void on the lawn... My precious was gone.

'Oh crap!' or something to that effect was the first thing that crossed my mind. The second was 'mom is going to kill me.' Then finally 'Noooooooo!!!'

I darted to Jenny's house, rang the doorbell and Jenny's mom answered. I'm not sure what she was thinking but I'm sure she must have thought I had just seen a neighbor kid get run over by a car by the expression on my face.

I told her what happened and she got Jenny. But Jenny knew nothing of my bike. She said she went home to eat lunch and didn't see anyone take it.

My heart dropped to my stomach. My stomach twisted into nothingness. My mind... Was lost.

I went berserk. Traveled door to door as far as I could before my parents got suspicious. I asked if anyone had seen my bike, or a bike thief. No luck.

It was time to meet my maker... My earthly maker that is.. Which that day, I'm pretty sure was scarier than the real.

Grounded--Of course. But really, who wants to play outside when you don't have a bike? Not me. Not when all of my other friends have bikes.

I suffered in silence for a few days. I imagined ways I could try to get it back... Fliers, phone calls, bribes... A lemonade stand to earn enough for a new bike. My parents weren't having it. I think they delighted in my suffering. Their punishment--My agony, was their joy.

Weeks later my parents dragged me with them on one of their grocery trips. On the way I noticed kids in the neighborhood up the street riding their bikes... Picking my wounds open again. But in a split second of a glimpse down a road (that was all it took) I noticed a boy riding what I knew was MY bike.

"STOP!!" I yelled, nearly giving my mom a heart attack and causing a family car accident. But before I was sentenced for that bad behavior I blurted the reason for my outcry.

"My bike! I saw a boy riding my bike!" They didn't believe me... and cursed me to silence the rest of the trip.

But on the way home I couldn't resist. I begged them to drive down the street I saw the perpetrator, and they humored me.

I scrutinized every house, lawn and child we passed. Then, as we turned the last corner I saw it... Lying beautifully in a yard I didn't recognize. I knew it was my bike. My parents did too. And though I didn't expected it, my parents got out of the car, and helped me steal my bike back.

I saw it as a stealth mission. Trying to be as sneaky and quick as possible... Stealing my prize back from its captor. But my parents weren't amused. They made sure it was mine, and helped me get it in the car and take it home.

My first bike was stolen twice. Once from my front yard by a random kid up the street. And stolen back by me.

Needless to say, the bike was never stolen again.

I learned a few things from my first bike. First and foremost: When you've gotta go... Go! Secondly: Listen to your parents, and don't leave your bike on the lawn, (especially if you tend to extend your brief errands). And finally: Never ever give up. Because just when you think its all over, you may just see the villain riding your damsel, waiting for you to seek revenge.


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