How To Quickly and Easily Sell Used Cloth Diapers Locally (And How To Determine How Much To Sell Your Stash For)

When I made the decision to try out cloth diapering, one of the big selling points for both my husband and me was the great resale value they have. I purchased my entire stash at Nikki's Closet for steal during their Black Friday sale, and landed 18 diapers for $205. A year and a half later, when I chose to stop cloth diapering, I was able to sell them all for exactly that - and in less than 24 hours.
If you're looking to sell your stash, or even sell just a few cloth diapers that you no longer need, my biggest tip is to find an online Facebook group that serves your local community. Particularly if you live in a big city, there are tons of awesome Facebook groups that not only support each other with questions and tips about cloth diapering, but are also great marketplaces to buy, sell and trade cloth diapers and gear. (Which means it's great to be in them, whether or not you're ready to sell!)

Plus, by selling locally, you don't have to mess with shipping. It basically works like Craigslist, but by posting in a cloth diapering-specific Facebook group, you're getting a community that's 100 percent dedicated to cloth diapers which means they'll all be interested in what you're selling.

Locally here in Minnesota, I used the Minnesota Cloth Diapering Mommies group. If you don't live in the state, just use the Facebook search by typing in "(Location) Cloth Diapers," and a few groups should show up. Try a few different locations if your original one isn't bringing anything up, such as another large city nearby or using your region (like "Central Minnesota"), or your state.

The biggest key to selling cloth diapers is putting together a solid listing. When putting together your post, you'll want to include a few things - this will not only keep you from spending a lot of time answering questions, but it will also help you sell them faster! I sold all my BumGenius diapers in less than 15 minutes. Pretty good for a days work I'd say.

Here's what to include:
  • Brand name and specific diaper type
  • Color(s) - It's best if you can use the name of the colors the brand uses, so rather than just "blue," it might be, "Light It Up Blue." 
  • Quantity of each diaper and each color
  • Original price and asking price - This is important! You're quickly proving the "value" of the diaper - if you can, link to a retailer's listing of the same diaper, so potential buyers can quickly click over to review it. 
  • Condition - Here's a good list of how to define the condition of your diaper. Mine were in "EUC" - Excellent Used Condition. I made sure to note in the listing that they had never been dried, had no stains, discolorations, rips, tears or markings and the snaps still worked perfectly. Essentially, they were pretty tough to distinguish from new ones. It's in this listing paragraph that you're making the case for your asking price, so give them as much information as possible. 
  • Quality photos - Show quality photos of both the diapers and the inserts (if applicable) in good lighting and on a plain background. If there are rips, stains or markings on any of the diapers, you'll want to include close up photos of them as well. 
Now the big question I'm sure you're wondering - how much can I get for my cloth diapers? 

Well, here's the industry standard:* 
  • New With Tags - 90 percent of retail price
  • Like New- 80 percent of retail price
  • Excellent Used Condition - 70 percent of retail price
  • Very Good Used Condition - 50-60 percent of retail price
  • Good Used Condition - less than 50 percent of retail price
  • Used Condition - whatever you can get

As I mentioned, mine were EUC, and since I originally purchased my diapers new at 70 percent of retail price, I was able to come out even. It's up to you to determine their condition and value, but be honest about it!

A quick side note on pricing: One of the other big factors that helped me make my money back was that the styles of diapers I was selling were still being sold retail. If the brand has discontinued your diaper style, you may not be able to get quite as much money for it.

For payment, you'll likely just swap the diapers for cash when you meet up with the buyer, but people often use PayPal as well. I had several people interested in my diapers, and the person who eventually ended up purchasing the majority of them was unable to meet with me for a few days. So she sent me a "down payment" via PayPal so I would hold them for her.

If you can't find a cloth diaper Facebook group in your area, or for some reason no one is biting at your sale, you can also often sell them at a local consignment store (just Google around to see if there is one in your area) or you can sell them online. Search for a larger buy/sell/trade cloth diaper Facebook group (Like this one.) or there are several sites online dedicated to it to. A few of the big ones are, and They require more work, and often you'll need to deal with shipping, but likely you'll still get a great price for your diapers.

Good luck!


50 Percent Bitter & 50 Percent Sweet, When It Should Be 100 Percent Good

Sometimes I wish I could just unhinge my head, pull out my brain, put it in a box next to me and sleep in peace. To have one of those - oh what are they called - "Nothing Boxes" -? men have. Like, WHAT must that be like? I think I may be able to be convinced to give my right arm for one of those.

It's 12:46 a.m. and I've finally given up the fight, my pregnancy-induced restless leg syndrome relieved that I stood up and moved around a bit. But now I'm back sitting, here on the couch, surrounded by trucks and puzzle pieces and primary colored mega blocks, my pillows from my bed stuffed on my lap, in hopes that maybe I can "blog it out," gain some mental peace, and fall asleep down here.

I'm not sure what all the fuss in my head is even about. But my inner-monologue is running haywire. The appointments I need to call and make, a conversation I wish I could do over, mapping out a DIY project for baby girl's nursery, a few additional things I forgot to add to the Target shopping list, the friend I want to send flowers to, the flowers I wish would be sent to me, and on and on and on.

I've been wondering lately if my brain really is more cluttered now that I'm a mom. Now that I type that I'm realizing I'm just adding to the clutter in there by even thinking about that, so maybe that's the problem all along. Or maybe it's not more cluttered, it's just that I given away a bunch of brain cells with each baby that I no longer have the mental capacity I used to. (Those kids better be brilliant.) Or maybe it's the fact that I've been hit on the head with toy firetruck one too many times in this past year and a half.

Whatever it is, I do know one thing is for certain. I worry a whole lot more than I did before I became a mom. And that definitely takes up a lot of precious brain-space. I remember when my son was first born, I kept thinking, "What if God takes him away?" "What if God allows him to be disabled, hurt or handicapped within his lifetime?" I loved my son and was so thankful for him, but part of me knew that adding him to the family also added the opportunity for a whole lot more pain to come my way if something happened to him.
It's one of those things that should be 100 percent good, but my worry makes it 50 percent bitter and 50 percent sweet.

Because deep down, I am fearful that God won't protect him in the way I want him to.

And so if my son is sick, I worry he won't get better. If he is crying inconsolably, I worry it's a deeper cause than being overtired. If he is happy and well, I worry the tables will turn. And even my unborn daughter who looks fine now on the ultrasound, I worry she'll still be born with an issue they didn't catch.

It doesn't matter how rosy or how bleak things look on the outside, I can always find reason to worry.

And so it is on nights like these, the nights I am up late, my brain swimming between the waves of to-do lists, dreams and worries that I remember. I don't follow God because he guarantees protection or health for me and my family, I follow him because he died for me. I follow him because I can trust him to be the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. Because he is true, loving and purposeful. Because I know ultimately, his plan is good.  I trust him because even if something I worry about tonight becomes true tomorrow, he will still be the same. The same God he was when things were good, is the same God when things are difficult. I follow him not because he offers an easy path in this life, but because he offers a better path in the life to come.

As mothers, this truth tends to elude us when the worry is the greatest. The worry compounds on itself, snowballing into our hearts and icily fortifying it against the warmth of hope and truth. But it is always there, that small voice in the back of our heart, saying, "Trust me. Not you. My plan. Not your plan. It's under control. And I promise, it is good."

This is the truth to lean on. This is is how we rid ourselves of the 50/50 bittersweet combo and gain 100 percent good. Because we don't know if God will protect our families like we want him to. There are no guarantees in this life. But we do know His plan - whatever it may be - is good.

And that is good enough to get me to sleep tonight.

Life Lately

Heyo, I just wanted to pop in today and have a chat with you all. I feel like a lot of the post lately have been heavier, more thought out and "article like" and not just a convo from me to you lovely people. And while I love writing those posts because it helps me process my thoughts and frankly - gives my brain a break from spinning with emotions/ideas/feelings - I also love just talking with you all in "real time."

It's been a crazy busy few weeks here on the homestead. Nesting FINALLY kicked in. About a week ago, Mike said, "Oh no, nesting-beast mode is back. Now I'm going to have to work all the time." And he was right. I was a lazy bones for 29 weeks and I hit the 30 week mark and it was like a flip was switched. I'm deep cleaning, finally getting the kid's rooms in order (Sneak peek of baby girl's room over on the gram righta here.), purging like a maniac, finally finishing the living room redecorating project, crafting and just generally running around like a tornado.  Seriously the belly makes me run into and tip over everything. I break more stuff than Eli.

On top of just me being well, sorta insane- er, pregnant - we've had a few medical things pop up in the family to deal with, as well as a somewhat self-imposed/obligatory zany social life. I was face-timing with my mom on Sunday and she kept commenting on how tired I looked. I even had makeup on, my hair did, and was wearing a fancy polyester shirt for a baby shower for my sister-in-law I went to that day. I was actually feeling quite pretty at the time for all the effort I put in ... I had to remind myself that it's a mom's job to speak truth to her children even when they don't want to hear it, amiright?

I've been running around so much I'm waddling like a duck at the end of every day - something that didn't happen with Eli until I was about 35 weeks. I kid you not, I have to focus on how I'm walking to keep the waddle in-check. And since I can't focus on two things at once when I'm pregnant, that means I just end up losing my keys, or leaving Eli down a random aisle in the grocery store, or forgetting at least 40 percent of the things on my shopping list.

But for all this, it's still a good life. I was a bit stressed out the other day about all that's going on, but I know each day brings us closer to meeting baby girl and getting the "next chapter" started. And I'm so excited. With Eli, it was all I could do to cross my legs and hold him in a little longer when he came five days early, but this baby couldn't be more different. I'm ready to get this show on the road and meet that crazy ninja in my belly. I know it'll be a huge change (So many thoughts here I must write on this topic!) but in the very few ways you can be, I'm ready for it - at least mentally. I'm seriously so excited to meet her I could cry.

Remember those post about not being a sappy mom? Yeah, scratch that. I'm getting all weepy right now with my head over the keyboard as I try to figure out the next sentence to type. Oh look at that, a tear just fell on my pointer finger.

I can't make this stuff up you guys.

That's what I get for writing not one, but TWO posts on moms and sentimentality. See? Us non-sappy moms really do have hearts.

Okay, I'm done! I'm done!

Over and out.

Take 2: When Mopping Floors Is Just Mopping Floors

After my post a couple weeks ago, When Mopping Floors Is Just Mopping Floors, I received a lot of positive response. But I also had a few people who were questioning what I was saying, feeling like it didn't quite hit the mark.  Which is always a good reminder for me to remember that each of you come in with your own set of expectations, experiences and perceptions that will filter what you read. Admittedly, it was a bit coarse, I was feeling "all the feelings" (Like what does that even mean and why is that saying so popular?) and I did what my mother gets after me all the time for, "You sometimes just come off a bit harsher than you really are Laura, soften it up." Whoops. #workingonit. But it's your various opinions that I love and learn the most from, and I do want to be sure you understood my heart in it all without the added, unintentional "harshness," so here is another, simpler, shot at it, with no pomp and circumstances. Just me, talking to you. 
I'm not a naturally sentimental person. I throw out my son's artwork before my husband even gets home. I chopped my son's hair at eight months old in the kitchen without a second thought. I celebrated when I put away his newborn clothing because I was so thankful to just be done with that stage. Suffice it to say, it takes a lot to muster up the warm fuzzies in me.

So when I read a sappy, sentimental article, book or post about how loving my littles is all that matters and how even if I'm weary, I can still find joy in the small things - the fingerprints on the window, the tiny toy car shoved in the vent, the stuffed bear in the cupboards - I struggle to relate. It's not that the fingerprints, car or bear make me angry or frustrate me, they just are. They might make me smile for a second. Make me laugh or shake my head in confusion because like, how did that get there?, but I don't naturally see these happenings in my day as joyful, sentimental reminders of my little tot.

The world is telling us these days that to be a great mom, you have to not only throw Pinterest-perfect birthday parties; serve a from scratch, home cooked meal each night; and use homemade, all natural cleaning products to scrub the floors; but you also have to recognize the amazing significance and worth in all the tiny things you do each day. You have to be nostalgic and sentimental, and even on your most hard, difficult days, if you look hard enough, you can be emotionally moved by finding for one or two touching, encouraging mom-moments amid the clutter.

It seems to me we've begun to elevate the mom that can pat herself on the back in every single moment, treasuring the good with the bad, the icky with the clean, and the gross with the beautiful with tender hearts and mushy thoughts.

And really, isn't that just an impossible standard?

It's one more card in the deck of unrealistic things the world tells us to feel or do, that in reality, should never define us as mothers. It doesn't mean it's not a good thing to try to do. Just like from-scratch cooking or elaborate DIY birthday parties are not wrong, being a sentimental mother isn't wrong either. But it's also not wrong to enjoy making home cooked meals, or throw fancy birthday parties - just as it's not wrong to not find sticky hands and tiny onesies sweet and touching reminders of your children and important work as a mother. They can just be. 

Because - I would hope - not always identifying with the sentimental messages of motherhood doesn't mean you don't appreciate and recognize the enormous privilege it is to be one.

Particularly for someone like me, someone who might be defined "unfeeling" about these things, these messages make me feel like I'm not a great mom because I don't always get to the end of the day and feel good about myself, but I also don't get to the end of the day and feel badly. Usually, I just am. I see those messages and I don't think, "This. Is. My. Heart," as my eyes fill with tears, but instead I quickly pass over them, knowing that a message like that will in fact be the thing that makes me feel like less of a mother, because I struggle to identify with it.

But it seems like most other mothers do, judging my my Facebook feed at least, and so sometimes, I wonder what's wrong with me.

Am I alone in this?

There are certainly days where I know I haven't done a good job: I'm short tempered and impatient, or I'm just weary and dry and ready to be DONE - and I need a reminder that I am enough. That I can do it. That I am the right mom for my child. But on those days, I don't need crumbs on the table to remind me I'm enough, I need God to. Because the crumbs don't define my worth or make me enough as a mother, God's grace does. And when I find those crumbs frustrating me or making me feel drained, that's when I most need to remember that God works and gives me strength in even the most mundane, the most gross, the most disgusting, the must frustrating moments. He uses small things like crumbs on the table to point the big things that truly matter, his grace and work on the cross. And that usually, how I'm responding to those crumbs is a good indicator of what I'm valuing and appreciating in my role as a mother.

And I know there are messages out there like that. Messages that use crumbs on the table to point to Jesus. There are wonderful authors and bloggers shouting this messages loud and clear across the interwebs and on bookshelves across the country, so I don't want to come across as if they don't exist. They do, and I'm very thankful for those that share it.

But it seems there's been a sway lately, a swing in the focus (or maybe just the popularity?) of the message to just, "Squeeze your tinies a little tighter," "Remember all the amazing you've accomplished," "The little things are not ordinary, they are extraordinary." Sometimes, it just feels like to be a good mom I need to feel weary, immediately followed by feeling encouraged, empowered and purposeful in my day because I caught a glimpse of my son's digger pulling up the carrots in the garden and it warmed and touched my heart.

And beyond the fact that my personality doesn't seem to jive with these messages, it seems to me that often these posts and articles focus solely on our amazing work as mothers, and not on the amazing work God does through us as mothers.

And frankly, I don't think that's a good message to lean on.

But that point aside, I've come to realize, just because things like the "digger moment" I mentioned above don't often happen for me, doesn't mean I that don't have the "joy in motherhood" that so many people speak of. Not being a sentimental mom doesn't mean I don't find purpose in my day. That I don't have moments that I look at my toddler and wonder where the months and years have gone already and feel a nostalgic pull in my heart, wishing time would just slow down.

I do. I have moments. Many, many moments that would put even the most touching Pampers or Tylenol commercial to shame. But honestly? I'm okay with viewing toys as toys, food as food and boogers as - gross - and not feeling the need to look for a special meaning behind any of it on a daily basis. And lately, I've been needing to remind myself of that. Snot and cheese and diapers and all the other every day tasks we mothers do on a daily basis can just be. 

Yet at the same time, I'm so thankful when God does bless me with eyes to see him working in those small things - and I'm working on looking for it more. Because when I take time to pull back and view my day through His lens, I see the important work he is allowing me to do and I tend to recognize those special moments - big and small - throughout my day, that warm my heart to the core.

Because, you see, no matter how ice-cold your heart is, motherhood truly does have a way of melting it.

pssst. The winners of the "Glasses" board books are Carol Gadert and Tristan Chavez. Carol and Tristan, please check your email to claim your prize!

It Is An Unpredictable, Unsafe Investment - But It Is Worth It

I often look at my son and wonder what he'll be when he grows up. Not what occupation he'll study for in college, or what company he'll give 40 hours each week to. Deeper than that. More than what he will become, but who he will become. What his heart will be like. What his soul will love.

I heard recently that mothers have to be visionaries to survive their role. They have to trust that the work they do today will bear fruit for the future. After all, they give their best to their children, day after day, week after week, year after year, not truly knowing how things will turn out.
Motherhood is just one long season of waiting for the unknown.

These days, my daily life is consumed with helping my toddler come to grips with the fact that naps are a necessary evil, that cheese, bread and cookies are not actually food groups, and that getting his face wiped with warm washcloth isn't nearly as bad as he wants me to believe. Trivial, small things. Things that, when not going well, I simply have to remind myself that he will likely not grow up to fight sleep, find only three foods preferable to his palette, or sport a dirty face throughout college. The fact is, my son will likely come to grips with these social norms later in life whether I diligently address them at this age or not.

So why do we mother's do what we do? Why to do we invest so much into the small things? Because we all know that motherhood is not really about napping, food and hygiene.

We care about these trivial things, because they are the start of training them into what or who we want them to become. We train them in the small things today, because we're looking ahead to bigger things in the future. The things of the heart.

Of the unpredictable, wayward, fickle heart.

Which is why, we mothers, we must be visionaries. We must trust that our investment today will reap a return in our child's heart 20, 30, 40 years in the future. But the scary thing is, our children are not safe, sure investments. We don't know what return we'll receive on our investment in them. We are investing in the unseen, the unknown and the unreliable.

It is humbling and weighty work to invest in children. It exposes us to potential (and likely) suffering. To heartbreak. To crushing, blinding, terrifying, grief, pain and sorrow. But someday, we trust, the risk will be worth it. That the hardships to come will surely be worth the price.

But there are days when I can't see the finish line. The ROI of my currency seems destined for failure, because I am a failure. Because I cannot do it alone. Because I am not enough. Because I may be a visionary, but I don't know where to go or what to do in the midst of the waiting from this moment in time until the future is realized - far, far down the long, windy road.

But then I remember, this work of waiting, it is nothing but a profound faith-work of God.

It is his love that anchors me as a mother in the midst of the waiting. The truth of the gospel is what carries me though. It is knowing and trusting that there is more to this life than what I see. Not the lies of the world that tell me sleeping, eating and hygiene are what's most important when raising a toddler. Not the lies that tell me I.Q., athleticism and musical abilities are what will carry my children, turned young adults, to the finish line of success.

No. To wait well, I must remember that I am working for a greater purpose than what the world wants me to believe.

Therefore I do not find my strength or truth as a mother a in parenting book, an online forum, or inspirational blog posts. I find my strength in God. I hear his truth sing in the gospel. A truth that sounds of many things. Its ring is mercy. Its tone is strength. Its cadence is faithful. It echoes of underserving love. And it trumpets with grace. It says, "While you were still a sinner, I chose you. I love you. I will strengthen you. I will make you enough. I will guide you. I will show you where to go. Come, rest in me."

And so I lean on these words during this long season of waiting. Knowing that the investment I am just beginning to make today is unsure, but trusting that God will return it to me in a way far greater and more wonderful than I can ever predict.

Knowing that God's grace was with me yesterday, and trusting that it will serve me yet again today, and again tomorrow, and ever after.

And in this season of waiting we mothers are in - that is the deepest hope of any kind there is.

And so we carry on, investing our best into our children, day after day, knowing the risk is worth it.

Because hearts are more important than talents and table manners. And a soul will long outlast man's praise. And so we mothers work tirelessly in this long season of waiting to give our children's heart and soul the best shot it has at true, eternal success.

It is an unpredictable, unsafe investment. But it is worth it.

*Much of these thoughts came after processing a wonderful talk I recently heard by Jonathan Parnell, who writes for Desiring God. I had been thinking about these things, and as usual, God met me and used Jonathan's words to hit my heart head on. If the talk ends up online, I'll be sure to link it here. 

How To Get Your Toddler To Keep Their Glasses On + "Glasses" Board Book Giveaway!

A quick preamble: I know many of you regular readers don't have children in glasses and so you may not find this post as relevant as some others, but I hope you can understand why the topic of children's vision and particularly children in glasses is important to me. While posts on glasses will likely always remain few and far between, it is a topic that's near and dear to my heart and therefore will always have some sort of a presence here. Plus, I do think it's great info for all mommas to know, just so they can be aware and on the lookout for vision issues with their own kiddos. And bonus, there's a giveaway for a great book at the end of the post - whether or not you have a child in glasses, so at the very least, scroll to the bottom to enter to win. Thanks for understanding! 

Eli recently hit the three month mark for wearing glasses. Of course, the day came and went with none of us noticing, but recently I realized that glasses, patching and eye doctor appointments have quickly and easily become apart of our daily life. I don't view his glasses or patching as a burden to get through each day like I used to, and eye doctor appointments have become old hat to us - I mean, I don't even have to use Google Maps to get to the offices anymore! 

I can't believe how quickly time has passed, just four months ago I was crying on the couch, worrying about Eli's vision and how we'd all adjust to him wearing glasses. But I'm so grateful to be able to say we're on the other side, and that the transition was much easier than I ever thought it would be. 

I remember that one of my biggest questions going into Eli getting glasses was how we'd get a 15 month old to keep them on. But I was honestly surprised at how well Eli did right from the start, it only took about a week for him to wear them consistently, and at about three weeks he even began asking for his "Gogs," each morning when he woke up. While he'll still tends to mess with them during a toddler tantrum or long car rides, overall, he wears his glasses just as easily as he wears a shirt. 
But for those of you just starting on this journey of having a baby or toddler in glasses, I know how scary it can be - so here are a handful of tips I learned for helping a toddler keep glasses on. 

Plus, stay tuned, because there's a giveaway for the awesome board book, Glasses, that all toddlers will love. So even if you don't have a little one in glasses, be sure to enter the giveaway below! And if you don't have kiddos, it would also be a great gift for anyone with a tot.

Alright, here are my top tips for introducing glasses to your toddler for the first time and how to get them to wear glasses consistently. 
  • Have low to no expectations. According to several polls, many children actually take to glasses right away, but it could take up to two months for your child to be willing to wear them consistently. My best advice going into having your child wear glasses is to not have any expectations as to how they will do and how quickly they will adjust. In fact, it's likely best to prepare mentally that it will take a long time, and then be happily surprised if it doesn't.
  • Be consistent. As much as possible, have your toddler wear their glasses anytime they're awake. That meant putting them on Eli right when I went to get him from his crib, and even before picking him up, I'd put on his glasses. Throughout the day, if he'd try to take them off, I'd just keep putting them back on, as long as he wasn't fighting it. 
  • Use distraction. As soon as you put the glasses on, distract your child. Eli had never really watched TV before glasses, but we let that go pretty quickly when we realized how well it distracted him in those first few days. We also took him to a park and the mall, essentially places that have lots to do and look at, pointing out all there was to see and playing games to distract him. 
  • Stay positive. It can be easy to get frustrated, especially in those first few days when your child's ripping off their glasses every five minutes. Try to stay positive for your child's sake - keeping the glasses a good experience. Even when I didn't feel like it, I would always force myself to put the glasses back on and say in a happy voice, "Keep your glasses on Eli!" Toddler's emotions can play so much off their parent's, don't give them a reason to get more upset than they are. 
  • Don't clean the glasses unless they are already off. It seems like a toddler's glasses get dirty within two seconds of cleaning them and often, I'll notice how smudged and dirty Eli's are and I'll immediately want to clean them. But I found in the beginning, the more I messed with his glasses, the more he wanted to play with them. In those first few weeks, I just let the glasses get dirty and would only clean them during a natural time, like before naps or bed, or when Eli himself had already pulled them off. 
  • Be okay with breaks. Even now, there are times when glasses just aren't worth it. While you want your child to be wearing their glasses as much as possible because you know how much they help, if they're becoming a source of frustration for you toddler, it's best to take a break. Particularly when Eli is throwing a tantrum, his glasses tend to be the first thing to go. So instead of letting him pull them all over his face and neck, I'll quickly take them off until he calms down so they're not adding to his frustration.
  • Take off the glasses in the car. Eli's ophthalmologist warned me about this one right when Eli got glasses. Particularly when just starting out, it's best to not have your child wear the glasses in the car. They were the first thing Eli started playing with and they always ended up uncomfortably skewed across his face or wrapped around his neck, and since I was driving, I couldn't help him with them. These days, Eli's great with wearing them around town, but I still take them off for car rides that are an hour or more. 
  • Help them feel identified with. Toddler's love imitating people, and I was a bit worried that because neither my husband nor I wear glasses, he wouldn't want to either. I've heard of some parents even getting fake glasses because of this! I've also heard of some people purchasing a stuffed animal or doll that wears glasses for their child - which I think is a great idea and something we may do in the future. Thankfully, we didn't need to do either of those things to help him wear his glasses, but we did purchase a couple of books to help Eli see other children in glasses and that it was normal. Hands down, our favorite book is "Glasses," a simple board book showing children in glasses doing everyday things with a cute rhyme to go with. 

Eli loves flipping through it, looking at the bright photos, and lately he's started pointing to each pair of glasses and shouting, "Gogs!" It's adorable. And of course, I love the message of the book, reinforcing that glasses can be a normal part of a child's life. 

And bonus, it was even written by a local Twin Cities author, Anne Zawistoski. She's the founder and author behind the blog, Little Four Eyes, a wonderful website for parents with children in glasses that I've already shared my deep love for a few times.

When Anne reached out to me about giving away a couple of these books to my readers, I jumped at the chance. It's seriously an awesome book, and hands down the best one about young children in glasses on the market. I love that it features real children with real prescription eyewear doing normal things. So today, I'm so excited to be giving away two copies to Oakland Avenue readers!

All you have to do is fill out the Raffelcopter widget below. And if you don't win, or just want to be sure you have a copy of the book right away, you can purchase it right over here.

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Other Posts In This Series on Oakland Avenue:
Seven Things Moms With Toddlers In Glasses Want You To Know
Eli Four Eyes (Our experience getting Eli diagnosed and introducing glasses for the first time)
Kids In Glasses: Frequently Asked Questions

My writing on other websites about glasses:
Little Four Eyes Blog: The Benefits of a Second Opinion
Twin Cities Moms Blog: How To Tell If Your Child Needs Glasses