Monday, May 31, 2010

Featured Little Blogger: Super Mommy

This is the first week of the Helping the Little Guy Project and I have thoroughly enjoyed reading and getting to know Nikole over at Super Mommy. She's a wife, a nurse at an ENT, and mommy to an adorable 4 year old boy named Trevor. She has this great post about when work and mommy-hood collide called The Joys of Motherhood. Stop by and give her a visit, show her some comment love, and if you like what you see why not follow? Remember we all were new and struggling once so let's lend our support.

If you would like to be a part of this project please send me an e-mail and I will add you to the list.

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Saturday, May 29, 2010

Let's Talk BFF's

I mentioned in a post recently that I had a group of girlfriends that I was really close to but that I didn't have one best friend. I'm really close to my sister, but there are certain things I just can't talk about to her because she's kind of a "suck it up and get over it" kind of person, where as I can talk things to death. My cousin Christie and I used to be ridiculously close. We'd go out for drinks just the two of us, go shopping, and out to dinner, we'd talk on the phone a couple of times a week and I hate talking on the phone, but now we're not as close anymore. I don't really know why. It's not like we got into a fight. We just sort of fell away from each other I guess. I can't even blame Isabella because it happened before I was even pregnant.

On the cab ride into the city for my birthday night out. Two of my girlfriends were talking about what they were going to wear to their respective parties the next day (a Communion and a baby shower) and they were suggesting outfits for each other to wear. "Oh you should just wear the white pants" "Are you going to wear the wrap dress?" Then I realized, I don't think anyone knows what I have in my closet. No one would be able to help me decide what I wanted to wear. It's silly I know, but bear with me.

I've had best friends before. From grammar school straight through high school I had a best friend named Laura who was basically my conjoined twin. We shared everything. Our families were close; we spent every day together. As we got older and went to different colleges we just kind of went our separate ways.

When I started work as a teacher, one of my coworkers and I got super close. Kristy and I hit it off from the start and got really close. We've waxed and waned in our closeness over the past 5 years, but she would be the closest to a bff that I have right now.

It's odd, when you're growing up its guys that give you the most heartache, I find that now that I'm all grown up it's my friendships, or lack of, that gives me worries.

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Thursday, May 27, 2010

Plastic Surgery

We're all modern women here, so can we talk plastic surgery for a hot minute? I don't mean plastic surgery a la Heidi Montag because that's all sorts of sad. According to my two bit Psychology class my freshman year of college, she has some serious self-esteem issues and an additional asshole boyfriend problem as well. But I'm seriously digressing here.

My sister and I were on the treadmill the other day and she made a good point. If we took all the money spent on the gym, health food, and diet books and just saved it up for a few years, we could probably get head to toe liposuction from a second rate doctor. It would probably take a decade to save up enough money for an A-list doctor, but that's ok, I'm not proud.

But in all seriousness, if I could have plastic surgery on any part of my body it would be my legs, not because they're fat, they're actually not, I carry my weight in my hips, ass, and belly, it's because they're veiny. I had a lot of veins on my legs before I got pregnant, after 9 months of carrying that child my legs look like a map of the world's rivers. I'm really self conscious about it. It looks really super gross, now that I've lost some weight and will be wearing dresses and a fat sucking bathing suit, I'm really aware of the veins bulging on my calfs and thighs.

I have a derm appointment in a few weeks so I might mention it to him to see if there's some magic laser trick they can use to give me smooth sexy legs. Maybe if I promise to shave them regularly God will grant me this gift (Are you there God, it's me Hairy?). In a few years I may also consider botox to rid me of the parenthesis around my mouth and maybe a breast reduction since I've been in some serious lower back pain. Just call me Heidi the second.

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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Running for Lillian

I really struggled to write this post not because I didn't have the time or because I had other obligations, it's because I just don't know. I don't know what it's like for my friend Sare to look at her daughter, Lillian, and know that she is beautiful but different. I don't know what it's like to walk into the hospital on delivery day so excited, so hopeful, so eager to start the family of my dreams and then watch as they take my child away in a helicopter for testing. I don't know what it's like to worry about my daughter's future: will she have friends? Will she be functional? What will happen to her after I'm not here to protect and take care of her? I don't know what it's like to have a child with Prader-Willi Syndrome.

Prader-Willi Syndrome is a genetic disorder that is the leading cause of life threatening childhood obesity. It causes short stature, low muscle tone, incomplete sexual development, low IQ, and an insatiable hunger. If you watch Extreme Makeover Home Addition you may have seen the family with a son with PWS.

Even though I may not know what it's like to have a child with PWS I know that Sare is an amazing mom. She is hopeful and positive. When she does have a breakdown she is so open and honest and raw about it that it makes you want to wrap her up in support. She has never once stopped fighting for her little girl. Between doctors, second opinions, physical therapists, and dieticians she has never once wavered in her strength or determination to get her child what she deserves regardless of what anyone says.

Even with all that on her plate she has never once failed to lend a supporting ear, offer advice, or rally behind anyone who needed it. Well now she needs it. Some lovely ladies are running to raise money for PWS...Running for Lillian. If you can help with a donation (any amount can be helpful) that would be amazing, if you can't donate money help raise awareness by blogging, tweeting, or grabbing the button to raise awareness for Lillian. Also, stop by Sare's blog and tell her that she's doing an amazing job.

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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Pillow Case Dress Giveaway

I am so excited to be hosting this giveaway from the Etsy shop Mommy So Sweet. It's an adorable Pillow Case dress that any little girl would look amazing in. Including Isabella so you expect to see some fabulous shots of her in one of these adorable dresses, it's too bad I can't just keep the dress for myself, but I would never deprive my readers of such cuteness. The dress is custom made 3m - 3T.

Here's for the rules of entry (Don't forget to leave one comment for each entry)

1. Follow me on the blog or tell me that you already do make sure you leave your e-mail address in your comment if it is not in your profile (1 entry)

2. Follow Mommy So Sweet on Twitter - (1 entry)

3. Follow me on twitter or tell me that you already do (1 entry)

4. Tweet about this giveaway (1 entry)

5. Vote for me on Top Mommy Blogs (1 entry)

6. Visit Mommy So Sweet's Etsy shop and tell me something else that you would love to have (1 entry)

7. Grab my button (1 entry)

8. Blog about this giveaway (2 entries)

9. Vote for me on the Scholastic Parent Child Blogger see right hand sidebar.

The contest will run from 5/25/2010 - 6/01/10 and you will be notified via e-mail if you're the lucky winner. I'm officially green with envy over the winner of this contest. I will definitely be purchasing one of these dresses for myself.

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I Need Your Help

I've been selected as a finalist for Scholastic Parent and Child Magazine Parent Blogger Award. If you think I'm worthy of winning I'd love your vote. Click HERE to vote for me. The button will be in my sidebar and I will love you for ever and ever. You only have to vote once, you don't need a log in, and it will take no more then 2 seconds out of your day because I could never ask another mom for more than that.

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Monday, May 24, 2010

Helping the Little Guy

When I was a blossoming new blogger I was groping blindly in the dark trying to find my way. Trying to get my blog out there and build readership. It was slow going for me. I would visit other blogs and be dumbfounded as to how they were able to get and maintain such loyal readership. I had often wished that a big time blogger would have taken me under her wing and guided me.

Well I am by no means a big time blogger like Theta Mom or Blair, and I'm not even a pimple on Dooce's ass, but I do have loyal readership and I continue to grow both in my content and my stickiness. So I wanted to try something where I spotlight a blogger who is looking for a little exposure.

Now, I can't promise anything, but if you think this is a good idea or if you would be interested in being featured let me know. I'm thinking anyone with 100 followers or less should e-mail me and I'll try to feature one a week. If you're a big time blogger and you want to recommend a smaller blog to be featured you can e-mail me as well. If you think this idea is ridiculous and I'm not nearly qualified to be doing this, don't e-mail me, kthanks.

Side note, I don't think of blogs that are lower in followings as "little." In fact many lesser known blogs are amazing because they're all content. We were all there once, and I would honestly still consider myself a little blogger. So don't take offense.

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Guest Blogging over at The Ins and Outs of a Stay at Home Mom and Wife

When Jacqui from The Ins and Outs of a Stay at Home Mom and Wife put out the call for guest bloggers I jumped on the opportunity. I love Jacqui's style of writing and I get excited whenever I see a new post from her. So go and show me some love over there today as I blog about learning from your kids.

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Friday, May 21, 2010

What Motherhood Looks Like

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

What All Non Mom's Should Know

Most of my IRL friends are not moms and sometimes they just don't get it, ya know? So I'm here to school all the non moms on how to interact with their tot toting counter parts.

When you ask "So, how's the baby?" do not expect to get a simple one word answer. You will hear all about the sleep troubles, teething troubles, milestones, and things that I think are adorable that you could care less about. Unfortunately there is no way around this because if you don't ask me how my kid is doing, I will blog about what a bitch you are. So you need to just suck it up on this point.

I can talk about things besides the baby. I read books that don't involve cats in hats. I watch movies that don't involve singing mermaids. And I watch TV shows that don't involve four grown men wiggling it up. We can talk about other things. Don't feel obligated to ONLY talk about the baby or assume that's all I want to talk about.

Invite me places. Maybe I can go, maybe I can't, but that's not the point. The point is that you thought of me and wanted to include me. I had a baby. I didn't fall off the face of the earth, I still like to do stuff sans baby.

The best times to call me on the phone is after bed time or on my commute home. Calling me during bath time, or God forbid bed time, I will fly into a rage and not be your friend for 2 days.

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Monday, May 17, 2010

My Birthday Weekend

Yesterday was my 28th birthday. I had such a great birthday weekend. Friday I took off from work and spent the day with Isabella. I felt like I just needed a day to reconnect with her and it was well worth the day. We went shopping and to the park. On Saturday I spent the day with Isabella again, Andy was working. Then Saturday night I went out with all of my best girlfriends. We went to Crimson in NYC and we got dressed up, got a table, and danced our asses off until 3am...rockstars. I slept in until 11, which was awesome. Sunday Andy and I went out to dinner and to go see Iron Man 2. It was just such a great weekend. I have some pics to upload, so I'll update soon. Hope you all had a great weekend as well!

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Saturday, May 15, 2010


So I've set some goals for myself and I've also set a deadline, I don't know why I do this because it never seems to work out for me, but I continuously find myself creating these goals and deadlines. Maybe it's my compulsive nature...maybe this time it'll happen. They're not lofty goals, in fact they are uncharacteristically realistic.

So, by Labor Day I would like to have 300 followers on my blog. I know you're not supposed to get wrapped up in numbers but I'm not that enlightened yet.

I'm gonna throw in 100 twitter followers, although I'm not exactly what you would call a "Twitteratti" but whatev.

I would like to be at my goal weight of 120-125 pounds (I do much better with a range). I'm giving myself a lot of leeway with this one since I currently weigh about 135, so I think giving myself 3+ months to lose 10-15 pounds is reasonable and healthy.

I would like to enroll in one of those Little Gym or Gymboree classes. I can't do it during the school year because there are hardly any classes available on the weekends, I'm guessing they keep it free for parties. I think it would be so much fun to do one of those together.

I'd like to take a photography class. I have this schmancy pants Nikon camera and no fricken clue how to use it properly.

I would like to win a giveaway. Now I realize that in order for this to happen I actually have to enter a giveaway. So maybe I'm going to change this goal to "enter giveaway"

Well those are my goals, I think, no I know, I'll be able to achieve them. So stay tuned for a celebratory post on Labor Day. Also, tomorrow is my birthday which means a night out tonight and getting to sleep in tomorrow.

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Thursday, May 13, 2010

What To Do When You're Not the One

I am so incredibly grateful for my mother. She left her job and her life in NY to move to NJ to watch Isabella while I worked. She is so in love with my baby. She really just adores her. There are no words to describe how indebted I am to her and how much I love and appreciate her. BUT, it also means that she is spending the majority of the day with Isabella.

It means that even though I'm her mother, SHE is her primary caregiver. This also usually means that she's the one Isabella prefers. When my mother walks into the room, Isabella's face lights up. She crawls right over to her and wants her to hold her. If I'm holding Isabella she reaches for my mom. I'm glad they have a good relationship, but that shit kills. It breaks my heart.

So what do you do when you're NOT the one that your baby wants? Get angry? Cry? Sulk? Become riddled with guilt? I've done them all, but none of them changes the fact that I have to work. On the weekends its much better because it's just us, but Monday never fails to roll around. I'm just really hurting about this right now. I know I'm doing the right thing for my family by working and being a working mom isn't completely terrible, I even posted about it, but not being the one my daughter gravitates too is beyond painful.

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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Thank You All

Thank you to all your comments and e-mails helping me out, especially to Miranda who broke it down for me like I was a two year old and who even offered up her blog as a techno play toy for me to learn on.

So with all your help I was able to install Google Analytics, add tabs, and buy my blog. However, I'm having some glitches. When I bought the domain name all the comments are gone, I'm pretty fond of them and I'd like them back. And my tabs are super ugly. How do I make them pretty and pink like the other stuff on my blog? Do I need my most awesome blog designer Emma over at Indie Chick to bail me out? I swear that woman must think I'm an idiot, just as sure as I think she's a genius. Miranda, expect an e-mail!

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Questions from the Luddite

You may remember my post from a few months back about how I'm techno Amish? Well my good friend Quixotic over at Quixotic Life told me that I am not a dumb ass, I'm a Luddite and I'm inclined to believe her. Since you were all so helpful the last time, I was wondering if you could help me out with just a few more things?

Google Analytics has my head spinning. I'm trying to install the code and it says I have to install it after the body tag to my website and I don't know what the hell a body tag is, let alone where to find it. Help!

I really want to know what Blogher is all about. It seems like everyone is raving about it, but I don't really get it. I want to get it, but when I go to the website I get overwhelmed and go pour myself a drink. Is there like a blogher for dummies?

How do I get my own domain name? (Admit it, you're a little impressed that I know what the word domain means right?). Like how do I make it without the "blogspot"? Is there a problem with changing, like will I lose all my comments and followers?

How do I make multiple pages? Like an "All about page" or a "sneeze page". You know the tabs that go under the header? I can't figure it out for the life of me.

Thanks in advance for all the advice and support. I really do have the best followers.

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Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Obligatory Mother's Day Post

I know you've probably perused a bunch of mother's day posts so if you've actually taken the time to open mine that makes me loves you. Today was great. We had a big family brunch and a bbq for dinner and I didn't have to change one poopy diaper.

Now for something so funny I almost pee'd myself reading it, partly because it's funny and partly because its true.

Six married men
will be dropped on an island
with one car
and 3 kids each
for six weeks.

Each kid will play
two sportsand take either music or dance classes.

There is no fast food.

Each man must
take care of his 3 kids;
keep his assigned house clean,
correct all homework
complete science projects,
do laundry,
and pay a list of 'pretend' bills
with not enough money.

In addition,
each man
will have to budget enough moneyfor groceries each week.

Each man

must remember the birthdays

all their friends and relatives,
send cards out on time--no emailing.

Each man must also take each child
to a doctor's appointment,
dentist appointment
and a
haircut appointment.

He must make one
unscheduled and
visit per child to the Emergency Room.

He must also make
cookies or cupcakes
for a school function.

Each man will be responsible for
decorating his own assigned house,
planting flowers outside, and keeping it
presentable at all times.

The men will
only have access to television
when the kids are asleep and all chores are done.
The men must shave their

wear makeup daily

adorn themselves
with jewelry,

uncomfortable yet stylish shoes,

keep fingernails polished,

eyebrows groomed

one of the six weeks,
men will have to endure severe
abdominal cramps, backaches, headaches,
have extreme, unexplained mood swings

but never once complain or slow downfrom other duties.

They must attend weekly school meetings
and church,
and find time at least once to spend the afternoon at the park or a similar

They will need to read a book to the kids each
and in the morning,
feed them,
dress them,
brush their teeth
comb their hair

by 7:30 am.

A test will be given
at the end of the six weeks,
and each father will be required to know
all of the following information:
each child'sbirthday,
height, weight,
shoe size, clothes size,
doctor's name,
the child's weight at birth,
length, time of birth,
and length of labor,
each child's favorite color,
middle name,
favorite snack,
favorite song,
favorite drink,
favorite toy,
biggest fear,

and what they want to be when they grow up.

The kids vote them off the island based on performance.

The last man wins only if...
he still
has enough energy
to be intimate with his spouseat a moment's notice.

If the last man does win,he can play the game over and over and over
again for the next 18-25 years,
eventually earning the right
to be called

Funny right? Oh Andy would kill me if I didn't mention the awesome Mother's necklace he bought me, or should I say Isabella bought me. And a pair of fab Ray Ban's since my Chanel sunnies were stolen when my car was in the shop.

Friday, May 7, 2010


I love a good confession. A good, solid soul dumping to make you feel all brand spanking new. We all have demons, we all have things to get off our chest, whether they be silly or serious. It's cathartic to let it out, I'd say it's healthier than an hour on the treadmill (or at least a girl can dream). So here are my confessions.

I don't really have a best friend. I have a group of girlfriends that I'm close with and a group of coworkers that I'm close with, but I don't have that one best friend that knows all your dirty secrets. The kind where you never feel awkward or uncomfortable to tell them anything.

I love to poop. Like love it. It makes my day when I go. It makes me feel lighter. If I don't go for 3 days I get very grumpy.

I have a deep dark secret...No I won't tell you.

If it's a pee pee diaper I don't always use a wipe.

When Isabella cries her painful cry, it goes right through me like a knife. It seriously makes me shutter.

While I'm really grateful that I have my mom watching Isabella, I'm extremely jealous of the time they get to spend together, which then in turn makes me feel guilty.

I might have a slight soft addiction to my laptop and blackberry.

Nothing too deep or crazy today folks. What do you need to confess?

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Wednesday, May 5, 2010


Sometimes when I look at my daughter I don't swell with pride and love, I sag with doubt. I am far from perfect, I have many flaws. How will my inadequacies affect Isabella?

We've all been out and about, a party maybe or the grocery store, perhaps out to dinner when someone else's unruly children are running amok. They won't listen and you can just see the despair on their poor parents face. I don't want to be that parent! I can handle 24 third graders without a problem, but what if I fail my daughter? What if I'm at work when she's supposed to be learning her manners? What if I feel so guilty about the time I don't spend with her that I slack off on my discipline and she's that kid at the party/restaurant/grocery store that is making everyone else thank their lucky stars she's not theirs?

I never doubt my love for her or my desire to raise her the right way, but what if that desire isn't enough? What if all those textbooks from college and grad school that are filled with developmental theories and strategies for discipline are actually only good for collecting dust (as I suspected when I bought them none-of-your-business years ago, for a hundred bucks a pop).

Do you ever doubt your parenting abilities or do you just trust that it will all work out in the end? Please tell me I'm not the only one with these insecurities.

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Monday, May 3, 2010

Guest Blogger: Exploits of a Military Mama

Mrs. Trophy Wife over at Exploits of a Military Mama is such an amazing woman. She's an over-sharing, Pinot Grigio loving, funny gal. She is so my people. I was really stoked when she agreed to do a guest blog over here. I can't say enough good things about her blog and her writing, so I won't I'll let her do the talking.


When Melissa asked me to guest blog for her I thought, “YES! Par-tay at Completely Eclipsed’s house today!” Then I immediately became worried that I would be that neighbor that is invited to the party, gets tanks, tells ridiculous stories too loudly, and never gets invited back…but, of course that won’t happen. Melissa would be getting tanked right there with me (babies safely in bed and DD ready just in case, of course. Wouldn’t want to be irresponsible). She also told me that I could write about whatever I want. So, since I have an affinity for over sharing and no shame, I’m going to talk about stitches in your vagina and all things after labor. It’s about time someone is honest with you. If you’re a fourteen-year-old boy that just googled “vagina”, you should probably leave. Unless you want to be scarred for life.

I’m not here to scare you about labor. Seriously, it’s scary enough to think about pushing a baby out without having to hear from everyone else the horror stories. Actually, my labor was relatively easy. Thanks to an epidural that worked when it was most needed (the pushing), delivery was pretty easy, too. It took me about thirty minutes before Sullivan came screaming into this world. In an epidural and exhaustion haze, I barely even noticed the doctor stitching me up like a rag doll. Why was I being stitched? Oh, that would be because of the episiotomy. :Shivers:

Anyway, I looked at my little wiggling boy, tried nursing him, kissed him, learned that there was only rooming in at my hospital, and burst into tears. Give me a break. I hadn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours, I was bleeding enough to make my husband fear for my life, and I wanted some sleep, damnit. But no. Little man was going to be staying in our room. Okay, I can handle it. I’m a mama now. This is what mamas do. Then I was informed I had to walk to the bathroom and prove to them I could pee before I was allowed into the Postpartum Recovery room. Easy peasy. Until my legs gave out. I walked like a drunken sailor into the bathroom, sat down, and peed? I couldn’t tell. “Taylor!” I yelled, “Come see if I’m peeing!”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Yes! I can’t tell.”

So, being the wonderful husband he is, Taylor carried Sully into the bathroom, looked to see if I was peeing, confirmed that yes, I was, and walked out. Then he noticed the blood trail leading to the bathroom and promptly told me we needed to call a doctor because I was losing too much blood. “Whatever. Just get me some crackers. I’m starving,” I replied. Crackers were handed over, and the nurse wheeled me up to the Postpartum room since I was able to pee. Thank you, Jesus.

The next few days were a haze of IV removal, blood pressure taking, shots, finger pricks, and trying to figure out just how to be a new mom. Oh, let’s also add in Tucks pads, sitz baths, mesh panties, giant pads, and an inability to walk without being bowlegged.

When we finally made it home, there were leaking boobs, pulled stitches (one day, I literally could not even sit down on the toilet it was so bad), swollen feet, lots and lots of bleeding, and nausea.

Seriously? With the next baby, I wish they could just teleport out of my uterus so that I didn’t have to go through the recovery part. I bled for seven weeks. Stitches fell out after eight weeks. And the first postpartum period? I don’t want to talk about it.

But does any of it matter? At the end, I still have my adorable little boy. And honestly, I’ve started to forget about how horrible the recovery was. I’m even starting to think that another baby might be a good idea.

Just not yet.

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Saturday, May 1, 2010

If I Had a Dollar

If I had a dollar for every time that I prayed to God my kid would stop crying/fussing and go back to sleep I'd have enough money to buy a time share in Hawaii.

If I had a dollar for every time that I dropped the f bomb in a day I'd have enough for a fancy pants bottle of wine. I need to stop swearing!

If I had a dollar for every time I told my class to "get in two straight lines," in a single day I'd have enough money for a full body massage.

If I had a dollar for every glass of wine or beer I had in a week I'd have enough money for a matinee movie ticket.

If I had a dollar for every pound I lost since I joined the gym and decided that in order for Weight Watchers to work I actually need to follow the program (about 5 weeks ago) I'd have enough money to buy a pack of cigarettes in NYC.

I'd like to collect.

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