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On the heels of last week's scary sling warning comes a big high chair recall. Around 1.2 million Graco Harmony highchairs are being recalled. The screws holding the front legs of the high chair can loosen and fall out and/or the plastic bracket on the rear legs can crack causing the high chair to become unstable and tip over unexpectedly. This poses a fall hazard to children.

Keep up on all the latest recalls by bookmarking our constantly-updated recalls page.

It was just supposed to be a quick trip to Target for baby wipes. And, you know, all the other things you end up buying at Target when you're there, but I SWEAR, I was just going to dash in and dash out. As well as you can dash with two toddlers in tow.

My husband's on a business trip this whole week and Monday morning I set the dial on my brain to Laid Back Who Cares If You Are Wearing Pajamas And Have Peanut Butter In Your Hair At Four In The Afternoon Mom. I wanted to be easy on my kids and easy on myself. So when Jack wanted to pop into the Target Dollar Section I was all, "Fine! Super! Let's BUY STUFF!" Really, Internet! The whole PLAN was to buy my kids a cheap, stupid, useless something or other. How could this possibly fail?!

Jack, of course, wanted everything. The pet clothes. The stamps. The socks. The stickers. Those weird bendable flower things. I picked out a plastic toy watering can for Molly and right next to those were a bunch of sandbox toys: shovels, rakes, that kind of thing. Since we've been playing in our sandbox nearly every afternoon, I picked one out and showed it to Jack. "Look Jack!" I said excitedly, in my I'm Such A Great Mom For Buying You A Present For No Reason! voice. "What about a SHOVEL?"

Jack, however, was holding a whisk. A WHISK. And not even a good whisk. The metal loops were all bent out of shape and sad looking. Jack said, "I want this."

The good news... I passed my glucose test. My phone rang yesterday afternoon and I got a little nervous when I saw it was my OBs office calling me. I answered hesitantly but was greeted by a friendly voice. She told me I passed my glucose test but my iron was a little low, and gave me a suggestion for an iron supplement.

It's what I suspected since I've been feeling a little lightheaded and weak, and at times I've even blacked out and fainted.

It's the first thing I'm going to pick up at the store tomorrow.

In the not so good news section, I thought I was maybe exempt from crazy pregnancy dreams because I had such weird vivid dreams before pregnancy. I'd wake up every morning ready to tell my husband about the invisible hunters from another dimension trying to steal my magic egg. For the most part, since I've been pregnant, my dreams have been fairly normal, totally logical, and understandable. But the weird ones are starting to pick up.