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Mimi- Sofia’s Kitty

June 27, 2013


Once upon a time, a little, pink kitty traveled to Brazil in the arms of a girl. The girl was very small, but she was also very strong. Her name was Sofia. The kitty was called Mimi.

The sights and smells and noises of Brazil were new and strange, and Mimi began to be frightened. I want to go home, she thought, I want to cry. But then Sofia hugged her tight around the middle, and Mimi felt that everything was fine.
After that the kitty and the girl were never parted. They went to the store together. They played in the sandbox together. They ate at the table together. They even learned how to potty, although Mimi stayed mostly dry.
Whenever Sofia fell and bumped her knee, Mimi was there to hug and comfort her. On nights when Sofia lay awake in her warm, pink bed, Mimi rubbed her nose to help her sleep.
Soon the grownups asked Sofia’s mommy why the girl was always holding an old, pink kitty. “It’s her security blanket,” the mommy said. “Just a favorite toy to keep her calm.” And that night Mimi had to take a bath in the washing machine.
The bubbles and the water were dark and noisy, and Mimi felt her heart begin to fear. But then she thought of how Sofia held her when the world was strange and new, and she began to find her bravery.

When the bath was finished, her Sofia came to hug her. And Mimi swung her long, pink tail and thought, “This is my security blanket. This is my favorite girl who keeps me calm.”

The End

A Note from the Mommy Corner:
There’s a reason why there are clones of Mimi hiding in a closet. Security toys have a way of getting run over, lost, and shredded; and you do not want to witness the atomic fallout when it happens.
On the upside, when a little kid has the power to self-soothe after a minor injury, or to fall asleep on her own, or to confidently walk into a new situation, that tatty stuffed animal or blanket becomes pure magic. We approve. Does your child have a Mimi in his life?




Get Ready for Playdate Nirvana

June 20, 2013

Pamperplay_1Pamper & Play

Forget the planned activities, the crying, the stress of chasing your toddler around as she tries to bite your girlfriend’s son on the ankle. This is a whole new kind of playdate. The kind you don’t have to supervise. Imagine… you drop your kids off in the cozy indoor playground on the bottom floor, and you leave the room. It’s okay, because there are trained, background­checked, kid­loving staff down there who will make sure your tot not only keeps his teeth off his neighbor, but has a great time, too.

Meanwhile, you head upstairs to the place of mommy legend: The Lounge. The quiet, wifi equipped, coffee lounge, with easy chairs and a mysterious lack of whining, plus adult company with other moms who will laugh at your lost diaper story and cry with you over the loss of your bikini belly. These moms are here for the exact same reasons you are, fun for the kids and restoration for the mamas. This is the beauty of Pamper & Play. And that is not all. Oh, no, that is not all.
There is also Parents’ Night Out, when you get to drive away from the building and do whatever the heck you want for four hours. Hit the spa. Date your husband. Buy groceries the way you used to, with an unchewed list and unbroken concentration. Whatever floats your boat.

The kids will be busy learning yoga or art or science, eating pizza, or doing crafts and water play outside, while you do what you despaired of ever doing again­­ take care of you. Even if you don’t want to travel so far away from your urchins, there happens to be a lovely salon one door down, where you can get your hair cut in peace by a real stylist, which is about 45 times better than a four­year­old with safety scissors.
How did Pamper & Play happen? Owner Carole Cablk noticed a common thread in local supervised play venues. The kids may have been having a blast, but the moms… not so much. Often they had no place to sit except for the front sidewalk or a hard bench, where they whipped out their smart phones and took advantage of the downtime as best they could. Suddenly the need became obvious­­ a place where moms could feel welcome and nurtured and comfortable enough to make friends at the same time their kids did. A place with cushions and caffeine and wifi. And Carole could make the best use of her natural love of kids by building the most safe, fun, nurturing indoor playground in West L.A.

So there you have it. No excuses for that impending breakdown that you’ve felt coming on slowly for weeks now. Head it off with a mommy­friendly playdate, class, or party at Pamper & Play. No one will bite. Not even your kid.


Ana & Daniela