Where Do Boppies Go to Die?

This is a serious question. Where do Boppies go to die?

I still have the Boppy from my first son’s infancy, then I have the one from my second son. Now that my baby is ten months old, we don’t use it anymore.

There are several baby items in my house that I am not concerned about re-homing. A bit of cleaning off of the caked on food and baby goo, and we’re good to hand-me-down. But the Boppy is kind of borderline.

Can you hand down an item that has had your breast milk leaked onto it? Really, it’s kind of like, here, have my pillow. But if you can’t give it away, and you don’t need it, where does it go?

I have a hard time throwing away something as substantial as a Boppy. I mean, aside from it’s substance and size, it has meaning. It braced my abdomen as I recovered from a C-section, it cradled my baby while he nursed, then assisted him as he sat up, and caught him as he plopped over. I mean, it won’t fit in a babybook, and it keeps getting tossed around the living room as it falls off the back of the couch, or behind a chair.

Boppies are like zombies, really slow and stupid, but they always seem to catch up with you.

I try to come up with a way to repurpose it. It works fairly well to support a tablet, but not wide enough for my laptop. It serves decently when I’m reading a book, but not very well as a neck brace like for traveling (it’s just not practical). That makes me think though that it might serve well for road trips. I might be onto something there.

How have you used your old Boppy? Do you think it’s ok to include them in the items you donate to new moms? Leave me a comment and let me know. Seriously, I really want to know.

I’m a Tomboy…Mommy

Happy New Year to all!

It has been just over a year since I started The Tomboy Mommy, and in that year I have written about issues unique to being a tomboy and a mommy, fitness, and just general musing on parenthood, tomboy or otherwise.  I have taken a hiatus since October as I finished my book, and now that I’m letting that marinate in my mind before I begin the final polish, I can get back to blogging.

It’s been a curious affair, this blog.  I’ve found that there are a lot of people concerned about tomboys, as if we may or may not be a plague on society.  Oddly, I have gotten many queries through search engines as to the prudence of marrying or dating a tomboy.  I’m baffled by this particular concern, but I wrote about it in response, which you can find here at, Marrying a Tomboy.

Another concern that pops up through search engines is the case of tomboys and breasts.  I have to admit, I had some hesitation about their development myself, but found aside from Breasting Feeding and Sports, they have hindered me little in my pursuit of an active lifestyle.

There have also been people who have found their way to my blog because they were concerned about raising a tomboy.  I wrote about this in, How to Raise a Tomboy. My mother seemed to have a harder time with this than my father, but I was the second of five girls, so, my being a tomboy gave my dad someone to do boy stuff with.  My mom wondered whether I was gay, which is a fair assumption.  I didn’t realize at the time, but she provided me gay role models and started conversations like, “When you find your husband…or life partner.”.  She made me wear a dress to school at least once a week, but gave up on it when I cried hysterically all day at school.  We worked out a system and other than having to come out as straight at thanksgiving one year in my twenties, things were great.

It’s hard to not make parts of this blog about being gay as a tomboy. Though I am not, some of by best friends are (and they were as convinced as my mother that I was), and it is a concern that I think those raising tomboys have.  This year I will include guest posts from tomboys who are gay, because though I am an honorary lesbian, I am not actually, and cannot address such important and sensitive education on my own.

I called this blog, The Tomboy Mommy, simply because I am a mommy that’s a tomboy.  I have found though that there is an opportunity to help others figure out what that means for them and those they care about that may be tomboys.  I think the greatest challenge to a tomboy is just being accepted for who we are- pony tail, abrasions and all.

Please share my blog and help me reach more of those that need to know that there is a place where we can be tomboy children, tomboy grown-ups, tomboy spouses and tomboy mommies- and, we can do it all with a sense of humor.