Wednesday, September 20, 2017

It's All About The PopSockets

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My daughter Natalie was all, "It's all about the PopSockets!"

I blinked. "Wasn't it all about the Fidget Spinners?"



"It WAS. But not anymore."

Natalie always teaches me new things. She shows me YouTubers who seem to make messes, but she finds hilarious. (Logan Paul.) She sings new songs that I've never heard of in my life.

And she shows me new products.

PopSockets are things you press onto your phone:




You can get them in a variety of colors and pictures. Natalie opted for a donut because, well, "I love donuts."

I guess they make the phone easier to hold.

"What's so difficult about gripping the phone in your palm?" I asked, baffled.



Natalie rolled her eyes. "Old people do that."

"I bet your PARDON?" I was offended.



Natalie giggled. "I'm kidding." But from the look on her face, I'm not sure if she was.

You can prop your phone up with the PopSocket as well.



And if you don't want the PopSocket, you can push it in and hold it "the old fashioned way" as Natalie likes to call it. Natalie also wants the PopSocket mount, which allows you to stick your phone to a wall, a locker, mirror, etc...but she's run out of allowance.

I don't have one on my phone yet. I'm still holding it the "old fashioned way."

Do you have a PopSocket?

(If not, you can pick one out here!)

Monday, September 18, 2017

Hey, It's Okay

I got this idea from Glamour magazine. You can link up any day of the week. All you have to do is make a list of what you're okay about. Simple! Please do not link up a post that has nothing to do with Hey, It's Okay. It's rude and I'll delete the link.





Hey, It's Okay....




....to love Diet Coke like Lorelei Gilmore loves coffee.



....to plan on decorating the house for fall this weekend!



....to have not watched The Emmys. I wanted to watch The Orville, but stupid football went long and took it over. So then my husband and I just watched The Strain.



....to be excited to watch the Justice League in November with my family! It looks like it'll be awesome. Go Wonder Woman!



....to have watched It with my mom, daughter, and son over the weekend. It actually wasn't as scary as I thought. It was more about friendship.



....to also have a costume for Natalie that is less scary. She's a creepy clown for Halloween and for the horror nights at Sea World, but for my husband's Halloween work stuff and for the daytime Sea World Halloween stuff, she's....well, you tell me if you know who she is:









Sunday, September 17, 2017

Why I Let My Daughter Be A Creepy Clown For Halloween

So I was chit chatting with some other mothers and the subject of Halloween was brought up. Someone asked what everyone's kid was going to be and the answers were like this:

"Elsa from Frozen!"

"Spiderman!"

"A Paw Patrol character!"

"A creepy clown."






The last one was my response. I had eyes swivel towards me in shock. One of the mothers cleared her throat and went, "I couldn't let my daughter be something creepy. Let alone a clown."

I was all, "Why not? It's what she wants to be."

"Sometimes we don't need to give in to kids," she said with a shrug.



"Sometimes we don't need to get Botox so our face is constantly frozen with the same expression. I mean, can you even smile?" I retorted.

I'm kidding. I swallowed that back.

But seriously. I don't give in to my kid. She doesn't get what she wants all the time. But why couldn't she be a clown if that's who she wanted to be?

I mean yes, clowns terrify me.


But they don't terrify my kid. So because something frightens me, am I supposed to tell her not to be it?

Kale scares me, but if Natalie wanted to walk around like kale, I'd let her.

My daughter loves dressing up like a clown. She's not a MEAN clown. I mean yes, the mask looks mean, but she's not going to go out and petrify children. She likes to petrify ME, but not kids. If she sees kids get upset, she's going to start dancing:




I asked Natalie why she wanted to be a clown and she went, "Because it's fun to act scary."

ACT. ACT. ACT.

Being a clown makes my daughter happy.



Yes I might jump a bit when I see her, because, yikes:



But I'm not about to tell her she can't be a clown because it's not the conventional costume for girls.

She's been the cutesy stuff before.









And now she's a clown. She's all, "Some of my friends think it's weird that I'm a creepy clown. But I don't care. Girls can be scary too. Why should boys have all the fun being scary?"






I completely agree.

So why did I let my daughter be a creepy clown for Halloween?


Because girls can be scary too. And because they CAN.






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