Mary Lauren Weimer

Mary Lauren Weimer is a social worker turned mother turned writer. She has a Master’s Degree in Social Work and worked in the mental health field for over 8 years. After her third child was born in 2009 she rediscovered her passion for writing, and started a blog to document her experiences. My 3 Little Birds is the story of her journey as a mother and writer. Instead of writing primarily about her personal experiences, her blog conveys the universal lessons learned through motherhood. It’s her belief that motherhood raises the woman, not just the child. In addition to Disney Baby, you can find Mary Lauren at Babble, where she writes about all things toddler at Toddler Times.

Rainy Day Faves: Disney Baby Rain Gear for Girls

It’s hard to believe, but before long we’ll be saying goodbye to snow flurries and saying hello to spring showers. Disney Baby has your little one all set for afternoons spent splashing in puddles.

I’ve rounded up some of my favorite rain gear from the Disney Baby collection. Today I’m featuring the essentials for toddler girls. Check ‘em out!

Rainy Day Faves: Disney Baby Rain Gear for Boys

It’s hard to believe, but before long we’ll be saying goodbye to snow flurries and saying hello to spring showers. Disney Baby has your little one all set for afternoons spent splashing in puddles.

I’ve rounded up some of my favorite rain gear from the Disney Baby collection. Today I’m featuring the essentials for toddler boys. Check ‘em out!

Hopelessly Devoted to Her Sippy Cup

By the time my third child was born, I thought I had this parenthood thing pretty much in the bag.

Learning to function on 4 hours’ sleep? Check.

Colic? Been there, done that.

And tending to a demanding toddler while at the same time nursing a newborn? Not a problem.

I thought that when my daughter joined our family, I’d earned my gold star in motherhood and that it would be smooth sailing from then on. Oh, how little I knew.

The truth is, my daughter was an “easy” baby (as much as I hate that term, because what does that say about the other kinds of babies?). By 3 months old she was sleeping through the night in her own room. Breastfeeding her was a breeze. She went with the flow and was easy to comfort, unlike her older brothers.

Life was good and things really were smooth sailing until she was about one year old. That’s when she realized that she had an opinion.

Suddenly at one my daughter became the captain of her ship. The queen of her universe. The president of her personal board of directors. She didn’t take kindly when pesky people (i.e. her parents) interfered. Even though she wasn’t talking yet, she knew how to express herself. And boy did she ever.

What toys to play with. What to eat. Which shoes to wear. But mostly she as adamant about her sippy cup. It had to be the pink princess one from Disney Baby.

Not Finding Out? Gender Neutral Disney Baby Basics

To find out or not to find out: that is the question.

Before ever becoming pregnant, I always thought of myself as the kind of person who’d wait to find out my baby’s gender. The anticipation! The excitement! That long-awaited moment in the delivery room when the doctor announces, “It’s a boy!”

Let’s face it, though. I’m the kind of person who reads the last page of the novel first. Let’s just say that delayed gratification is not my strong suit.

Despite my fantasies, I found out my babies’ genders as soon as possible during both of my pregnancies.

Not everyone’s like me, which is a good thing for many reasons other than my need for immediate gratification. As it turns out, my brother and his wife aren’t like me. They’re expecting their first baby in January and even though they have their suspicions about the gender, they’re waiting to find out.

Here’s the thing, though. Selecting gender-neutral baby gifts can be kind of tricky. Luckily Disney Baby has me covered. Check out my favorite gender-neutral gifts!

On the Wisdom of Little Ones

Sometimes life with three children gets hectic. Milk is spilled and messes are made. Feelings get hurt and keeping the peace is all but impossible.

One day recently my toddler and her older brother were arguing over a toy: She wanted to play this way and he wanted to play that way. When tempers flared and a tug-of-war ensued, I intervened, frustrated after a long day of similar sibling squabbles.

Why can’t you two just play together? I pleaded, desperate for some time to myself.

We are playing, my 3 year old told me. Sometimes we just fight.

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