Thursday, December 31, 2009
Here comes another stupid parenting moment. I get dumber by the day, I swear.
I thought it was a terrific idea (do all my posts start this way?) to take both children to the mall.
When the youngest was 6 weeks old.
During the Christmas shopping rush.
In the evening, when all the nutty after work gotta-buy-something-that-not-even-a-starving-child-in-Africa-would-like suburban Christmas shoppers are at their most crazed peak.
And by the way, we forgot to bring one of those baby carriers that all the used-to-be-cool young parents wear, all shred of dignity finally relinquished as we walk begrudgingly down the aisles hoping maybe the cool kids will think baby wearing is a new fashion statement, like Flavor Flav’s clock necklace.
We also forgot the doubles attachment for our other fashion statement, the ultra-cool Phil and Ted’s double stroller (not to be confused with Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure, though I’m pretty sure Keanu Reeves could use an adult stroller to relax in while he gets high).
But we are over confident parents of two, and we keep trying to convince ourselves that we are really good at this parenting thing. When we’ve had a couple of glasses of wine and the kids are in bed (while we watch Antiques Roadshow, because we’re cool like that) we are especially confident about this.
So we decide to let one parent shop while the other stays at the kid’s play area with two children.
Let me just skip to the punch line, because this post is getting long and you can probably guess what is coming.
You’ve seen those bug-eyed lunatic moms pinning their helpless innocent children to the wall right out in the middle of a crowded public place while screaming something pointless that clearly isn’t helping, like “If you don’t stop it right now I’m going to find your Daddy, leave you with him, and go have myself a stiff drink, you hear me you little runt?” You know those horrible moms, right?
Well that wasn’t me. I handled the not listening and running off down the crowded mall aisle while I high-tail it after you as fast as I can [given my post baby girth and the constant tripping on the floor length giant sweater thing I wear to cover my fat] with my newborn baby dangling off one arm wailing with the grace and ease of Mary Poppins.
Since I know my dear mother and father read this diligently, as do other members of my loyal family, I thought it might be helpful to provide a little bit of information about blogging and other technology tips. I know this is probably the first blog some of you (hi mom) ever read, so I thought it might be helpful to provide some context. Perhaps some of you will decide to take up blogging yourself! Or maybe this will just peak your interest in reading blogs and inspire you to search for more reading material that interests you.
Credit goes to my colleague, Jay L., who writes an internal e-mail blog for our company. Below is content from his blog. In the first excerpt, Jay is discussing ways to prepare yourself to be a good blogger. Here is one of his tips:
“Be a more efficient reader. You can’t write if you don’t read, and whether you read business or psychology blogs, professional journals, news publications, or all of the above, staying informed will only help you, and that’s true beyond blogging. One way to be a more efficient reader is to use an aggregator. I use Google Reader, but there are a number of options out there. An aggregator is essentially a dashboard that looks like a web-based email program, and it feeds the latest posts and articles from any blog or news source that you subscribe to – these free subscriptions are sometimes called RSS feeds or Really Simple Syndication. With this system, by the time I’ve had my morning coffee, I’ve read the headlines and summary paragraphs for every new article at the New York Times, Wall St Journal, Technorati, the Onion, and the Post-Dispatch, plus I’ll see any new posts from a dozen or so blogs that I follow. For any content that strikes my interest, I click to read the full article. The advantage of this system is time – it eliminates the need to jump from website to website, and new content comes to you in an easy-to-manage format.”
Another quote from Jay, about the nature of blogging:
“Blogging is all about finding a rhythm, a format for communication that you can repeat over time.”
By the way, there are several ways to follow a blog (which allows you to see new posts as they appear on the blog). If you click on the Subscribe page (link at the top of my blog), you’ll find places to subscribe in a reader (e.g., Google Reader) or subscribe via e-mail. You can also choose to Follow with Google Friend Connect (on the right side of my main page).
How many of you are new to reading blogs?
How many of you do not use Google Reader yet?
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Okay dog fanatics, don’t attack me for this one. Or sic your pit bull on me. I am a dog lover too. But a dog stroller? Maybe for a dog that has hip dysplasia or sipped one too many Mai Tais, but I see healthy normal (albeit a little fat – probably from being pushed around all day) Maltese puppies being pushed in these crazy things.
How can you look at this without laughing hysterically?
When I searched “dog stroller” one of the first entries made me guffaw - “which stroller is right for your dog?” Um, what? THE ONE THAT SAYS I HAVE COMPLETELY LOST MY FREAKING MIND?
I admit we were that metro couple without children who once thought our dogs were people. We dressed them up for Halloween, for crying out loud. But they asked us to.
And perhaps we talked about them a bit too much in social settings. Just like proud parents who go on too long about their child’s potty habits. So we thought others might find it interesting that our adorable little Pomeranian likes leopard print and a good jazz cd. Big deal.
But a dog stroller? Never.
What I would like to see is an adult-sized people stroller. I really could have used one of those when I was pregnant. Even now, it would be really nice to rest my post-partum bulge on the tray and sip a nice glass of Merlot from my sippy cup nicely situated in a cup holder and have my dear husband push me around the mall. Perhaps if I make good choices he will buy me some Chick Fil-A and one of those cookie sandwiches with M&Ms for eyes.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
I recently had the brilliant plan of taking our three-year-old and newborn to see a park so chock-full of Christmas lights that comparing it to the Griswald's house would be like Charlie Brown's Christmas up against the tree at Rockefeller center. Some poor souls who work for the county are subjected to the absolute torture of stringing Christmas lights all through the park. So I thought it would be a good idea to sit in our car moving at less than 2 mph with two small children and stare at said lights.
That might not have been such a brilliant plan.
Might I mention that I was feeling particularly ambitious that evening, and we had just braved a 30 minute drive to church, a 1 hour church service (we saw about 10 minutes of the service since we were continually streaking out of service as one or both children screeched or yelled WHERE ARE THE SNACKS?), and a 30 minute drive back to town. Oh yeah, and we stopped along the way to eat some Culver's (no snide nutrition remarks, please) in the car. It was AFTER all of this that we went to the obnoxious light display.
Oh yeah, AND the stupid light display had a line like the girl's bathroom at a Miley Cyrus concert.
Oh yeah, AND we didn't have any cash. More on that later.
There we are, crammed into our Camry, which seems to grow increasingly tiny by the minute. I am in the back of the car, and my husband is Driving Miss Daisy (pretend Jackie Chang is playing the role of the chauffeur). I think there were various toys, orange peels, coats, princess slippers, and used baby wipes on the floor below my feet, because I had no room for them and had to sit licking my knees. The baby was in the gigantic car seat next to me (seriously, why on earth do those darned things have to be so big - the baby is less than 10 pounds!) and our oldest was in her even bigger car seat next to the opposite window. She insisted on pulling and snapping the stupid sun visor the entire time. (Which eventually resulted in a minor tantrum. Mine. I have a vague memory of me ripping it off the window and
About 15 minutes into our wait in the stupid line, the baby starts wailing. Now, we are technically on a road, but the line is off to the side on the shoulder and really is just creeping along. So, do we count as a moving vehicle? Am I akin to Britney Spears if I take her out of the car seat at this point? I decide to proudly reassure myself that I am a good parent, who can handle a little crying, so I leave her in the car seat and begin desperately
We continue like this, now just wanting to get into the festival of
I know we are officially grumpy adults, because instead of oohing and ahhing over all these blinking strings, my husband and I just keep commenting that it must be a royal pain to do all of this work. I can just imagine the spouse of the poor worker who puts up all these lights. If s/he dare to badger his/her spouse about putting up Christmas decorations at home, I am certain the spouse would end up with a string of lights inserted where the sun don't shine. The blinking butt could be a cool conversation starter, though.
Merry freakin' Christmas.
Oh yeah, I forgot. As we finally exit the park, the guy assigned to take the $9 fee (who chooses that job?) informs us it is cash only. Oops. Here, have a dirty diaper and an orange peel. I would feel guilty about shorting them the $9 except I recently received our county tax bill.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Doing this small, simple act can have such an impact on people in need. We are allowed to give whatever message we want when we gift the money. I have asked recipients to pay it forward. I would now like to see how many of you are willing to pay it forward. Would you join us this year and gift $100 of your money to a person or family in need? If so, would you please write your story in the comments section here. You can remain anonymous if you would like.
A couple of stories from employees at my workplace:
A friend of mine volunteers for an organization called Mary Queen of Angels. They help mothers with young children who can’t afford the things they need to take care of their children. They help them provide food, diapers and wipes, etc for their children. I gave my $100 to a 30-year old single mother of two small children who is unemployed. She does not own a car so her father has to take her places. She receives no child support from the father. She said her children don’t have many clothes so she is constantly washing their clothes so they at least have clean clothes to wear. She is living with her cousin because her heat was turned off. Her refrigerator recently broke and she lost about $70 worth of food. One of her children has severe adhd and she can barely take him out in public. She said she hadn’t bought her kids any Christmas presents yet. She was very grateful and surprised by the $100 gift and was going to buy food and Christmas presents for her children.
A local charity put me in touch with a woman in need who lives in my area. She is 53 years old and single. She recently had hip surgery and is unable to work because of her physical condition. She has fallen behind financially. She doesn’t have any family in the immediate area. She tries to have a positive outlook but sometimes gets discouraged about what the future might hold. She was surprised when she received the $100 bill. She said she plans to use the money to buy a winter coat and shoes. It also gave her hope for the future and made her want to spread the joy by performing a random act of kindness for someone else.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
My parents bought us the Sodastream for Christmas, and we love it! It is fun to operate and I like that it produces less waste. The sparkling water is pretty good, and is a nice healthy alternative for our family.
For the woman in your life, you can't go wrong with this Hobo International Lauren wallet. I have two of these and have bought them for a number of ladies, who all love their wallet as much as I love mine. Every time I use mine, someone asks me about it.
The same goes for my Lodis briefcase. I saw another woman with this briefcase and asked her about it. Since I bought mine, I often have people ask me where I got it so they can get one too! The one I have has a laptop compartment, which is nice. There are versions without the compartment.
For kids, I think you can't go wrong with books. A friend bought us one of the Llama books, Llama Llama Red Pajama. They are really cute. Another friend bought us You Are Special, which has an implicit Christian theme, but is a good story regardless of the person's faith.
For babies, we love our back to sleep bear - it was suggested by a mom friend and really helps get our newborn back to sleep.
For teenagers, give them money. Anything else, they will be disappointed!
For men, you can't go wrong with an iPhone or an iPod touch. These wireless headphones that allow you to watch TV without having your bed mate complain are also pretty cool.
For the geek in your life (sorry dad!), this wireless weather forecaster is pretty cool.
Happy shopping! I welcome any other suggestions you all have.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Infographic of bottle water from Fast Company
Thursday, December 10, 2009
We'll see how well we do with two!
One of my best parenting tricks for things like travel and eating out is to talk about it A LOT beforehand. Explain what will happen, what to expect, what kind of behavior you expect from them, what the reward is for that behavior(!), how long you will be doing this activity, etc.
I like this recent blog post about things to do in airports with kids, and how to get through security easier with kids.
Now, navigating the security line with kids is something I haven't quite mastered yet, so I'll take all the advice I can get there! I'm quite adept (Humbly, I'd say I'm black belt level) at getting through security as a business traveler. Man, I can whip off my shoes and have the laptop out in nothing flat. But boy, I can't seem to get the shoes off my toddler, make her put down her toy and calmly waltz through the metal detector without significant coaxing and bribing. There are some tips on getting through security with kids in this blog post, but I suppose I was looking for more of a magic bullet - these seem kind of obvious.
Any of you have good travel tips? I'll take any old travel tips - tips for traveling with kids or just plain old tips.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I like this recent blog entry with ideas about how to get a baby to sleep. So funny.
I received two pieces of really sage advice during this same newborn/no sleep phase with my first born:
The first, from my mother was regarding breaking all the rules about what not to do with a newborn (bring them to bed with you, allow them to nurse on demand, don't allow them to nurse on demand, etc.). What did my mom think about what you should do with your newborn? My mom said: "You just survive." So true.
The second was from my co-worker, Terence, who has two children of his own. His first born didn't sleep through the night for quite some time (years!). Over those years, many well-intentioned people gave him lots and lots of advice. He finally came to a brilliant conclusion about why his child didn't sleep. Here is what he says: "You know why she doesn't sleep? Because she doesn't sleep."
There you have it.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I've told many of my friends the story of a time when I was in the checkout buying an unusual item, and the checker asked me if I had tried said item. I replied that I had tried a similar item, but didn't like it, so I was going to test out this new option. She promptly rang her bell and received approval from the manager to give me full credit for the item I bought previously - I had no receipt, no box, no proof whatsoever that I had ever even purchased the item! Further, she informed me that I could always ask a Trader Joe's employee to open any item and let me try it there in the store before purchasing! Wow!
Here is yet another story about their outstanding customer service - they gave a woman a free turkey simply because they felt sorry for her!
Friday, November 13, 2009
The Sleepy Wrap is my new best friend. It is the only way I have been able to get a nap during the day - I wrap my new baby in it, lie on my back, and we both catch some shut eye. Plus, it doesn't look quite as dorky as some of the other baby carriers.
I love, love, love this Yummy Tummy tank that my wonderful sister bought me. I probably never would have spent this much on a tank top myself, but now that I've worn it I think it is totally worth the money. It definitely minimizes the post-partum belly and is actually an attractive looking nursing tank. They also have non-nursing items that would be great for any woman looking to minimize the mid-section!
Leggings are quite forgiving under an oversized shirt or cute dress. I love the new modern take on the 80s stirrup legging (trust me, they aren't the atrocious kind that we tucked into our multicolored, fluorescent socks).
I love leggings with the bootie (also an 80s throwback) - this Nine West version is one of my favorites. When buying clothes is a less than desirable undertaking, there is nothing like a pair of new shoes to pick you up!
I love this nursing cover because it doesn't look like you are wearing a doily off your grandmother's side table.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Here goes. I hope you find this both humorous and informative. Feel free to add your own by commenting, or go ahead and critique the ones I've suggested.
Top Ten Do's for Friends of Families with Newborns:
10. Wash your hands and the hands of your children before handling the newborn. Especially if you drove to see us - we've seen too many people with fingers up their noses at stoplights.
9. Offer to run errands or pick something up for the family.
8. Be patient with the family and all their grumpiness, dishevelment, and absentmindedness. With the combo of sleep deprivation and general shock over the upheaval, the best they can do right now is get the baby fed, clothed, and changed.
7. Allow the family to rest and relax. Take care of them - they desperately need it! At the very least, fetch diapers and wipes. If you don't want to help out, then keep your visit very short (30 minutes to an hour).
6. Go on and on about how beautiful the baby is. Even if the baby looks like Yoda having a bad hair day.
5.If the family has another child, bring a small gift for the other child and give that child some of your attention too. If the family doesn't have another child, give that extra attention to the mom!
4. Make the sacrifice, just this once, and let the family hog the conversation with talk of the baby and the birth. We know it is terribly boring for you, but it is all we really care about right now.
3. When you visit, bring food, serve or help serve the meal, and then help clean up. This is the best gift you can give the family - you don't need to bring anything else!
2. Ask when the family is expecting visitors (frame it as "when" versus a yes/no "Are you taking visitors?" so it is easier for the family to put you off if they so desire).
1. For the love of Pete, tell the mother how wonderful and thin she looks, even if she looks like Jabba the Hut. No one will do this, so be the first to break the cycle.
Other helpful suggestions:
When to visit a newborn
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Which are you guilty of (and willing to admit)?
Saturday, October 24, 2009
If you saw my previous post touting the virtues of etsy (a wonderful website where individual artists sell jewelry, art, clothing, etc.) and also fell in love with that little site, than you might like foodzie, which is a site for people to sell their homemade goodies. Both sites are great places to find unique gifts.
My other favorite for today is chocolate infused with hot peppers. I know, I know, it doesn't sound particularly appetizing, but you must give it a try before you judge. My favorite so far is the Hachez chili mango bar
Lindt also has a chili cherry bar, though I haven't tried this one yet.
Anyone else a fan?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
My other recent success story comes from finally succumbing to using a silly looking reward chart a la Supernanny for my daughter. I have to say, I have been humbled more lately by the increasing awareness that much of her behavior is driven by my behavior. How I react to the tantrums and negativity certainly makes a big difference. I am working very hard on keeping my cool, rewarding and reinforcing positive behavior, and trying my darndest to ignore the behavior I want to extinguish. Simple, well-known tactics, but so hard to execute in the heat of the moment! Nevertheless, it seems to be working and we are making progress. Hallelujah for small miracles!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
This weekend, I had to tell my daughter: "I'm sorry I yelled. Mommy didn't talk nice, and that is not okay." She said: "That's right Mommy, but it's okay. I love you." What a gift, what a lesson in true forgiveness!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
After breakfast this morning, my daughter took the liberty of doing my makeup and hair for me. I have about seven layers of different colored lipsticks, lots of cover-up, and four small ponytails at the front of my head.
Just in case the meltdowns reappear (I keep my optimism that one day they will be gone for good), I found an interesting article on five tantrums stoppers that "work." Hmm. We'll have to try them out and see what "work" means. If any of you try them, let me know how it "works" for you.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
*Insert suspenseful music*
OH MY GOODNESS.
Wow, I didn't know 28 pounds of girl could release such intensity. We have had such a long, pleasant break since the end of the last meltdown phase, that I had optimistically assumed maybe we were past it.
Well, we're talkin' knock over the fan, kick the door, throw your shoes, scream like Linda Blair meltdown.
I am trying to see the humor now, but I had trouble sleeping last night thinking about what I am doing wrong as a parent, why we are failing, why I've read every parenting book out there and nothing works, etc. So, in an effort for self-preservation, I want to hear from you all - what is the worst meltdown you've seen from your children, and how do you handle them?
In the meantime, I guess I can find solace with the monkey moms, who apparently are also at a loss as to how to handle meltdowns.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Ahh..now back to our regularly scheduled programming. Pedicures and pecan pie.
I am in the middle of what is likely to be my last carefree weekend for quite some time. I am kid-free and have been living it up. Like Wayne Newton, as my husband would say. At first, I hated it. I hated not having her adorable little face (although not so adorable during a series of very intense Exorcist-like fits this past week) and hearing her sweet voice. A couple of "you idiot, enjoy yourself" comments from my honest husband helped kick me into gear.
Friday I spent the afternoon lounging at the nail salon, having a lovely woman massage my swollen legs with hot stones. She painted the toenails on what are barely recognizable as toes (they look more like little Jimmy Dean sausages) a lovely color of orange. If only she would have just kept quiet during the whole thing, it would have been perfect.
Then, a couple of wonderful friends took pity on me last night and allowed me to tag along to a charity event featuring food by the best local chefs. Maybe they knew a woman near her due date would get the most out of those tickets, or maybe they were just feeling a bit charitable themselves. Poor souls had to put up with a chattering beast of a woman who couldn't stop herself from having as many helpings as she could fit into her cramped stomach. But the best food I had all night was PECAN PIE! I had three pieces and didn't feel an ounce of guilt about it. I wanted to cry it was so good. I figured I had to walk up a curved flight of stairs to get to it, so I needed the calories.
I had breakfast this morning in peace. No one asked for the last of my milk. Then, I took a long nap without that nagging feeling that I would be awoken any minute.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Since I know you are out there, anything in particular you want to hear about? Some days I just can't think of anything to say, but want to keep it interesting and reader-friendly if possible. Fire away.
In the meantime, a funny little off-topic story to keep things interesting. I think I'm going to have to buy a shirt from cute little Jimmy Winkelmann, an inventive teenager who had a brilliant idea for a clothing line called South Butt. Apparently big mean North Face has a problem with his new company.
Monday, September 28, 2009
There's no vocabulary
Sunday, September 27, 2009
We had a successful weekend selling about $300 worth of stuff on craigslist. If we can close the sale on one more item, our grand total will be $1000! So....I'm itching to spend money, and of course I want to spend it on something fun and impractical instead of using it for a household budget item. That just doesn't sound fun.
As mom, it seems I've been unable to resist a few of the cheesy mom things, like jewelry with my children's initials or birthstones. I haven't bought anything yet because most things are, well, cheesy. Or they are just plain ugly. I ran across a couple of items that are really cute, stylish, and cheap!
Here is a necklace with one initial, but I would buy several of them (with different initials) and layer them.
Or you could go with this necklace, which has several initials on the same chain.
This one has room for a little more information about the children.
This one would make a pretty cute gift for a new mom.
Speaking of gifts, I've been racking my brain trying to think of a good gift to send one of husband's friends. She has sent us boxes and boxes of hand-me-down clothes for our daughter. I know it is a hassle to box those up and get to the post office to send them, especially since she has two kids and a full-time job herself. I have only met her once, and my husband isn't much help knowing what she would like. Any ideas?
Friday, September 25, 2009
Speaking of my daughter's teachers, I must say they have to be among the best. I don't tell them enough how much they are appreciated. I recently ran across an article written by a preschool teacher with tips for what to do/not do as mom of a preschooler. I confess, I am guilty of a number of these, but I vow to reform.
- I have been on my cell phone a few times when I've picked her up. Oops.
- I sent her to school in her stupid puppy flip flops because it was easier than arguing with her.
- I often linger too long when saying goodbye. Mother's guilt.
- I sent her to school once with this chicken toy that dances and sings the chicken dance. It is very annoying.
- Thi Thu helped me make their Christmas candy. And I told them that. In fairness, I washed her hands before we baked.
- There are many times when I've picked her up in workout clothes. Give me a break on this one. I should shower, redo my makeup, and put nice clothes back on just to look good when I pick her up? Sorry, don't agree with that one.
- I've chatted with other moms at pick up. Yes, I expect the teacher to still help me watch her. My childcare bills are nearly as much as a house payment, so I have no remorse about that expectation. Don't agree with that one either.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Pregnant Woman Pregnant Again, Julia Grovenburg Conceives Consecutively - ABC News
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Thinking about this at 2 a.m. last night, I realized that selfishness has crept back in.
Now, I was never the mom who felt selfish about time to myself to shower, watch t.v., go to the movies, spend time alone, etc. The two things I am most selfish about are sleep and food. I don't like to give up sleep. It is such a joyous thing. The other is food. I'll be honest, I am resentful that I have to share my drink, my fries, the last bite of my apple slathered in yummy peanut butter. This is the hardest thing for me.
I'm curious, for you other parents or future parents-to-be, what are the things you are still selfish about or think you will be selfish about?
Now, I'm off to gorge myself with whatever food I can find since I have some peace and quiet and no little hands to steal from me. After that, I might take a nap.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
- Yes, I realize how big I am. Every morning is a battle to find a pair of MATERNITY pants that fit. Maternity. Doesn't that imply that they should fit during pregnancy?
- Yes, I'm as uncomfortable as I look and I am in pain. I'm trying to stay quiet about it, but if you insist on mentioning how miserable I look, you are going to get a miserable response.
- No, I don't know any more than you do if the baby is coming soon.
- No, I no longer care what I look like. This includes my hair, my makeup, my clothing, and my flat shoes that barely fit my swollen feet.
- No, I am not bigger than last time, nor am I that much bigger than I should be at this point. But thank you for asking.
- Yup, I am incredibly grouchy. Get over it.
This article is a little wordy, but content is good, in my opinion.
This one boils it down to a top ten, a la David Letterman.
Luckily I have apple, will travel.
I'm going to do a little research on things to do during meetings, but, in the meantime, I am interested in your funny and/or helpful ideas.
A haircut that is helpful when you want to be incognito during your meeting naptime:
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Now, I don't want to judge because we have all done stupid things in our lives, but how could you not be just a tad suspicious of brownies from a street vendor in L.A.?
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Thank you to my colleague at work for giving me more fodder with which to torture friends and family. New York Times author Michael Pollan wrote an article in which he makes the case for taking a more pointed look at eating habits in America as part of health care reform. Here, here!
Which reminds me of another favorite I need to add to my list. Although I am not a big fan of juice (try to push water or milk on my poor child whenever possible), I do like the concept behind this product, The Switch, which is apparently being advocated as a soda replacement in some schools. Still as many calories and nearly as much sugar as soda, but at least it is natural and has some redeeming qualities.
Now where did I put that Aspartame infused, Venezuela-declared "health threat" Coke Zero of mine?
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I have stumbled across a few new things lately that have made my list of favorites, and wanted to share:
As someone who tries my best to watch the nutritional content of our food, I've been on a quest to find natural peanut butter that doesn't have that disgustingly dry taste and texture or nasty separation. I stumbled across a natural peanut butter (no hydrogenated oils, gluten free, no high fructose corn syrup) that doesn't require refrigeration, doesn't separate, and tastes better than regular peanut butter! My favorite is The Bee's Knees. The company is called Peanut Butter & Co and I was able to find it in our local grocery store.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Just as I was at the peak of feeling sorry for myself, an angelic little face holding a well-worn puppy dog greeted me with a matter-of-fact "I need to go potty." I proceeded to execute (rather skillfully) my six-point turn and hoisted myself out of my comfortable bed. Just a few moments later, as I listened to her laugh and watched her welcome the morning with joy and openness, I realized just how much attitude influences the day.
The discomfort and pain of my state is just a reminder that a healthy baby girl is growing inside of me, relying on me to keep her safe and healthy. I am reminded of dear friends who would love to feel that discomfort, if it meant everything would be okay. Dear friends who are so filled with love and gratitude despite their own loss and their own pain. Out of love and respect for them, I am honestly grateful this morning.
If you are in the market for a charity to support, here are a couple that have been top of mind for me lately:
Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep
March of Dimes
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Brutally honest feedback I have received from him includes:
"No, you cannot wear that to work. It just doesn't work on you."
I should mention that part of what makes him effective at giving brutally honest feedback is that he is short, to-the-point, and leaves no question as to his meaning or intent.
"You've got to stop whining about that. Get over it."
Now, you see how in print these little nuggets of feedback seem so harsh? It is amazing how suave he is with delivery, because when I received these messages, I just complied and moved on. Also, I found him even more endearing after receiving such blunt honesty.
Who gives you brutally honest feedback and what is the best piece of feedback you have received?
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Speaking of doing things for me and me alone, have I mentioned how much I love the heightened level of aggression I've taken on during this pregnancy? What a great feeling, demanding what I want. On top of that, I don't care whether it ticks other people off *evil laugh*. So lovely.
After recently reading a series of blogs about the horror of adjusting to a second child, I think I am going to spend the remaining few weeks of my pregnancy relaxing and enjoying life as much as I can. I am treasuring this time by rocking my little girl in the morning as long as she wants me to, going to bed early and sleeping late, lazing around with my husband, and looking for ants with my daughter.
Monday, June 1, 2009
I think one of the biggest surprises from parenthood is the intensity of fear that comes along with it. There is a constant, nagging fear that you try to ignore. This fear that that joy could suddenly be taken away, or that something could harm this little being that trusts you so implicitly. The fear of them facing this harsh, harsh world.
But oh, how it is worth the bliss.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Here we are, two and a half years post those blissful, quiet, wine-filled childless years. I have stubbornly dragged my daughter to posh wine bars, sushi joints, fancy-schmancy restaurants, trips out of the country, and trips to the art museum. I must say, for the most part she does very well and actually enjoys these things (I swear I'm not just saying that to make myself feel less selfish).
I'm afraid we may have recently reached a turning point.