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July 21, 2016

Summer Life - Road Trips

This shop has been compensated by Collective Bias, Inc. and its advertiser. All opinions are mine alone. #RoadTripOil #CollectiveBias

Road trips are a serious business. You can’t just get in the car and start driving around aimlessly, one must prepare for a journey on the open road. And if there are kids involved, preparation is life. I always said I wouldn’t take a road trip until my kids were out of car seats but that took too long. We’re in the smack of summer and California beaches are calling for me! I’m ready to road trip NOW! So I somehow convinced (aka promised) my husband that a mini-road trip from Orange County to San Diego would be manageable. Plus, look how worth it is is:

But my husband and I have conflicting ideas of what the most important preparation for a road trip is. His focus? The car. My focus? Snacks. But with Walmart? We both win, and that’s where the fun begins.

I don't know if I'm just a lucky ducky or what, but we pulled right into the Automotive Care Center (you can locate yours here) of Walmart and asked the Care Specialist for a Pennzoil® oil change. But which type? There's the Pennzoil® High Mileage Vehicle® and the Pennzoil Platinum®: Full Synthetic Motor Oil with PurePlus™ Technology. Our car has more than 75k miles on it so we went with High Mileage, but in hindsight, I wish we'd gone Platinum just to say we did. Ultimately, all Pennzoil® products help clean out the sludge lesser oils leave behind and is designed to be a "complete protection" that affords an extra 550 miles per year...AND! High Mileage is on rollback through September 15: $35.88 (normally $39.88)! Clearly that meant I could buy an extra three bag of chips…for the road of course, lol.

As our car was being pampered by Pennzoil® we ventured through Walmart to prepare for summer trip. 

These are my personal list of 5 essentials for any road trip, mini or long that I take to ensure a successful journey: 

- Sunscreen 
- Snacks: Trail mix, chips 
- First Aid Kit 
- A prepared car (Hello oil change)
- A stuffed dachshund 

My FAVORITE aisle.

We did it! We crossed our t’s and dotted our i’s in an hour! The Zepeda family (car included) is ready to hit the I-5 and head out to San Diego’s beaches!

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July 18, 2016

True Story: Terrified of My Daughter

I learned very quickly after having my first child that there's no controlling who your kid will be. This means instead of molding my son to be a pink-wearing-doll-playing feminist, Dylan was born ready to roll in mud, decapitate barbies, and practice sexism. Apparently, all claims I made about how I'd raise "my child," were fulfilled by an opposite reality. And the more confident and boisterous I was about it, the more obnoxiously different the reality was.

My favorite (and least favorite) example of this is when I scoffed at a mom changing her toddler's diaper, declaring that "ew," my child would be potty trained before his first birthday, because, why not? Three years later and my kid twitches if you mention the potty and his diapers are so damn big that they're an online-only item. Yes, things are going as planned. FML.

So throughout my second pregnancy I knew better than to open my cursed mouth. If a "my child" thought came into my head, I put it out like a kitchen fire. My mantra? Don't think it, don't speak it, definitely don't risk it.  So when my second child was finally born, I was ready for whatever. But Adrian is so far from "whatever." She's terrifying. 

Becoming acquainted with Adrian was no picnic. Sure, I loved her, but she was born demonic and constantly screaming. Every night was the same as the night before: full-blown colic. If you're not familiar with colic, lucky you. It basically means your baby cries inconsolably for reasons unknown and therefore it cannot be stopped. It's a special kind of shit show that I had a VIP ticket to until one day, it just ended. I don't know how or why, but one day Adrian just stopped crying and became the most amazing baby ever. 

Yes, that's right. My colic riddled baby went from spawn of Satan to sainthood overnight. And now? I'm terrified. I suddenly find myself with the most easy going little girl. I can take her anywhere and do anything because little Adrian is going to observe quietly and patiently. How did that happen? No idea. Why did it happen? No idea. Will it last? Again, I have no idea. But I'd like it to- she is my dream baby! She's the most perfect little child I could have ever imagined! We have such a good thing going that I don't know if I could bounce back should she revert to the scream fest days.  

Trust me, I'm not banking on shit. Having kids has taught me not to count unhatched eggs and to never get too comfortable with today because tomorrow can always LOL all over your face. So should you notice my shoulders tense up while fear washes across my face as you begin singing my insanely well-behaved daughter praises, please know that my reaction is one of a true believer in the law of jinx, and I therefore have no comment.