An Eco-Friendly Party…I Tried!
All of you Jasiri readers who’ve read this post know that I was trying to throw an eco-friendly birthday party for Nia. Well I tried my best but as life typically has it, not everything went according to plan. The primary stumbling block was in trying to obtain the disposable plates and cups that I wrote about in the last post. Come to find out, Aha-Yes! only delivers locally. I added the products I wanted, and when I went to check out they wanted me to choose the location where I would pick up my purchase. What! I’m in NC, I want an eco-friendly party but not enough to travel to California to pick up disposable plates and cups.
I didn’t want people bringing lots of toys as gifts, ’cause goodness knows we have enough in this house! So I offered low-cost suggestions. Most people gave clothes, which was great since a huge box of Nia’s clothes was destroyed recently (long, disgusting story for another post). Then there were the decorations. None really, but I did have balloons. You gotta have balloons!
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I have to get my video camera fixed so I can record some of the funny mess that goes on in this house. My daughter and niece crack me up! When they see each other for the first time after being apart all day, they just look at one another and begin laughing hysterically. I’m talking serious giggle fits that go on, and on, and on…
So about the title of this post. You may be saying to yourself, “So what does she call you? Mommy? Mama? Ma?” Nope. She calls me Day-day. Yep! Day-day. At first I thought she was trying to say da-da. Then I thought no she’s not attempting the word daddy, because that word is practically non-existent around here. I refer to her father as baba, and that’s what my niece calls her daddy too. So I’m thinking, maybe its just a sound that all babies make — mama, dada, googoo, gaga. Nope. Day-day means something because it isn’t random. She most often looks straight at me when she says it. Then it hit me. She’s calling me by my name, Dara (pronounced day-ruh, i guess that would be the phonetic spelling). You see, my niece calls me Aunty Day-day, and she says it like a million times a day. So I guess Nia picked up on it. So now I’m day-day to her. Not ma-ma, she rarely uses the word. I’ve heard her say it a few times. Not a big problem. But I’m wondering if I should try to discourage her from calling me day-day. What do you think?
Yesterday Nia and I took a trip to the library. My intention was to arrive in time for the toddler storytime hour. Didn’t happen. I did however have a wonderful conversation with another mother, and Nia enjoyed doing her speed crawl across the kids section of the library.
What’s so amazing about my life right now is the subject of my conversations. I find myself talking about Nia constantly. I’m pretty certain its annoying to some people. But yesterday me and the other mom, Phaedra, talked constantly about our children…and I don’t think either one of us was annoyed by the other. It was great. We talked about our births (we both used midwives), childcare, breastfeeding, foods we feed our kids, and our careers. She’s a chef, yum! We got around to the subject of Nia’s birthday party, and turns out she makes cakes and decorates them too!
I recently had a bad experience with a bakery. I won’t mention the name of the establishment because I don’t want to give them negative attention. They are actually good, I just didn’t like the vegan cake they made for me. I’m not a vegan, but I know some of the attendees are, so I was attempting to have a cake that all could eat. But it was just not good. Not tasty at all 
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Anyway, so this mommy I met makes cakes with fresh ingredients. None of that store-bought crap that seems to have way more (artificial tasting) frosting than cake. So I may have found my cake maker!
Turns out she’s off on Mondays and Tuesdays like me and brings her children to the library every Monday. So this may be our routine now. And maybe Nia will begin to like books, because now she flings them across the room whenever I try to read her one. Goodness knows I hope she grows out of that and eventually enjoys reading!
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