Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Gazillion Bubble Show Giveaway

What kid doesn't absolutely adore bubbles?  I know mine do, so I'm super stoked to be hosting a giveaway to the Gazillion Bubble Show at New World Stages in NYC.

The Gazillion Bubble Show is an amazing family show that will blow your mind.  You'll step into an interactive bubble world with lasers, special lighting effects, and amazing bubble artistry.  It truly is something to be seen.  The run time of the show is about 1 hour and does not have an intermission so it's perfect for antsy little ones.  

I took Isabella a few years ago and I'm so excited to be taking her again. 

You can purchase tickets to the Gazillion Bubble Show by clicking HERE or you can win your own right here.  

One lucky reader will receive a voucher for TWO free tickets to see the show on select days/times through September 30th 2014.  

The winner will have 48 hours to respond before a new winner is chosen.

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*I was given two free tickets to the show*

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

I'll Be Nursing Forever

I'm not even kidding.  I will surely be nursing this child forever.  Or maybe even longer.  Some days I swear to high heaven that she nurses more than a newborn.  It's not out of hunger, she eats breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks.  Or out of thirst, she drinks water from a sippy cup no problem.  She nurses for comfort.

I love that I've been able to provide that comfort to her, I really do, but honestly I am so done with nursing.  Arya is 15 months old.  I really think I've done a wonderful job nursing her, but breastfeeding is a two way street and I'm really ready to stop.

Problem is that she's not.

I've been googling ways to wean gently, because I don't want to traumatize the kid, and everything just seems to say, distract her or give her cuddles or just gradually drop a feeding.  The problem is, there's no distraction for her.  She screams her bloody head off, gets herself into a nursing position and yells "nurse, nurse".  She gets herself really worked up...real tears and everything.

I really don't know what to do.  I've considered seeing if she'll take a pacifier (she's never used one before), since that is essentially what she's using me as.  But then I think that I don't even know if she'll take one and if that's just replacing one habit with another.

I also googled when do kids self-wean and most things that I've read seem to say between 2 and 3.  I think I would ugly cry if I knew I had to breastfeed her that much longer.

I can't hide my boobs.  They're just there.  I feel guilty because I know she loves it more than anything and I really wouldn't mind if it was just twice a day (morning and night), but it's all the time.

Any tips?  Suggestions?  Commiserations?

Thursday, August 21, 2014

A Challenge

So I know you all know that recently I became a beachbody coach you also know that I did this after falling in love with the products...namely Shakeology and P90X3.  I wrote about them long before I became a coach.

I'd like to keep the focus of this blog on what it's always been, but this is a new part of my life that I'm pretty jazzed up about.  However, this will probably be my last Team Beachbody related post for a while because I don't want to be annoying/in-your-face/drink-my-shakes-bitch.  But I do want to let you know where I'm at if you're interested in following that journey.

Here's my new fitpage: Completely Fit (keeping with the theme there).  Like me if you'd like.

If you want me as your coach (free) you can sign up for a Beachbody account (free) by visiting me at

Starting September 2nd (so we can get back on track after Labor Day weekend) I'm hosting a challenge group for women only.  We'll be doing Shaun T's Focus T 25 which is perfect because it's 25 minutes and that's about all I have time for in my day.  If you want more information about that just shoot me an e-mail (

And that's all I have to say about that.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

I'm Not Upset About Kindergarten

I'm just not.  I've seen various articles and status updates around the interwebz lately from mothers lamenting the start of kindergarten.

I get it.  It's a milestone.  You worry.  Will the teacher be nice?  Will they make friends?  Will they feel comfortable?  Will they succeed?

I look at Isabella sometimes and I worry about all of those things too.  I don't want her to feel nervous or out of place or sad.  But then I look harder and I know.  I know that she is ready for this next step.  I know that she's ready for kindergarten.

She thrives on the structure and stimulation of school.  She loves to make friends and she's so super smart.  She can even read a little bit on her own.  She's ready.

Maybe it's because she was in school full time last year for Pre-K 4, so I'm already used to it and so is she.  Maybe it's because I know that she's more than prepared and more than capable.

So while I understand this is a milestone.  I'm not worried.  At least not for her.

Who I am worried about is me.  These are the parents and kids I'm going to be stuck with until junior high school and even then I'll probably still be stuck with them.  The neighborhood I live in is peppered with uppity families who think who they are and that's just not me.  I don't want to be stuck with a bunch of douchey parents for the rest of my life.  I also worry about getting all of the school notices filled out properly when they get sent home.  And having to miss everything because I'm working.

Looks like I need to calm my nerves a bit.  Bring on kindergarten!

Monday, August 18, 2014

Ocean City 2015

We just got back from another wonderful vacation in Ocean City New Jersey.  We've gone every year since Isabella was one year old and it's always a trip I look forward to.  There's something about being at the beach every day without having to worry about making dinner or doing laundry or cleaning the house.  Even though we rent a house, it's different when it's not your own.  No nothing, just waves, sand, boardwalk, and delicious food.

I actually would have to say that this was my favorite trip so far.  Arya was so good.  She loved to just run around on the beach chasing birds.  She laughed at the waves and let them crash over her feet.  She loved to dig in the sand.  It was so fun to watch her experience the beach like she couldn't last year because she was just a wee baby.

It was also really nice with Isabella because she got to stay up late and go on the boardwalk to play games, go on rides, and play mini golf.

It was such an awesome trip.  I was so sad to leave and am already looking forward to next year.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Out of My Comfort Zone

I did something recently that was leaps and bounds out of my comfort zone.  I signed up to be a Beach Body coach.  This isn't a post about that.  It's a post about the terrifying, paralyzing fear that came after. I created a fit page on facebook to try and connect with people who might be interested in working with me to get healthy and fit.  I invited my friends and family and coworkers to "like" it.  I put up before and after pictures.

Immediately after I did that I felt like I wanted to throw up.

What would people think of me?  Would they make fun of me?  Maybe they'd be sitting around the table at dinner with their friends laughing about me.  Did you see that page Melissa made?  Is she really trying to sell stuff?

Then there's my own fears.  Will I fail?  Why should someone trust me to be their coach?  No one is ever going to be in my challenge groups.  

It's all fear.  Fear, fear, and more fear.  I'm scared to fail.  I'm scared of judgment. I'm just scared.

But this is something that I feel strongly about.  Sure the coach discount is nice, but the products work and I know I can help people if I let go of the fear that is always holding me back.

I was so very very close to just being like forget it and deleting everything, but I promised myself that I would try it for at least three months and if it doesn't work out, then it doesn't work out.  But at least I'll know I tried.

Friday, August 8, 2014

Shakeology Sampler Giveaway

If you're following me on Facebook you know that I recently became a Beach Body coach (more on that in an upcoming post).  I want the focus of my blog to stay what it's always been about, me meandering through motherhood and complaining about being tired, that's what you really love to read about right??? But I am really excited (nervous, terrified) about this new section in my life, so I'm going to host one Beach Body related giveaway and then I probably won't really mention it again except as it pertains to my day-to-day life.

From the website:

Shakeology® is the most delicious, nutrient-dense, superfood-packed protein 
shake on the planet. It’s made with the healthy stuff you should be eating 
every day, but typically don’t. Shakeology’s the perfect combination of proteins, 
phytonutrients, antioxidants, enzymes, prebiotics, and probiotics. Plus, it also 
contains many rare ingredients, including adaptogens, camu-camu, and maca 
root—things we can’t get from an ordinary diet. So whether you use Shakeology 
for weight loss, or drink it to optimize your health, this powerful  
and delicious shake is Your Daily Dose of Dense Nutrition®. 

I love my Shakeology, but it's a big commitment if you're not certain what flavor you like.  It comes in chocolate, vanilla, greenberry, strawberry, vegan chocolate, and vegan tropical strawberry.  There are a ton of ways to prepare it too.  My favorite is with almond milk, peanut butter, and a frozen banana.  Yum!  So I'm giving away a sampler pack to one of my lovely readers.  

The sampler contains 4 single serving packets of Shakeology (vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and greenberry).  

Once a winner is chosen they will have 48 hours to confirm before a new winner is chosen.  Good luck!

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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Summer Burn Out

This summer has been very...interesting.  I remember last summer looking at my tiny newborn daughter and thinking, "Wow, next summer she'll be one and it's going to be so much fun!"

Clearly I was baby drunk and had completely blacked out on what it is actually like to have a one year old.  It's kind of like living with a drunken dare devil.  She falls a lot, likes to climb on things, and is like a danger magnet.

Seriously, I take her in the backyard and she wants to eat rocks.  I take her in the pool and she wants to jump in the deep end.  We go in the front yard and she tries to run into the street.  She's crazy.

She is also obsessed with me.  If I'm cooking breakfast she's crying at my feet.  If I'm sitting on the couch she's clamoring to get on my lap.  If I leave a room, she follows me.  Forget it if I try to hug or love on Isabella, she comes right over and tries to smoosh Isabella out of the way.  She runs around the house calling "mommy, mama, mom" all day long.  Cute for a little while, but I've been off for a month. Day in and day out it's mommy stalking.

Then there's the nursing.  I swear she nurses just as much now as she did when she was a newborn.  It's so draining.  I know she's not doing it out of hunger, more like comfort.  She never took a pacifier but I'm about THISCLOSE to seeing if she'll take one just so she'll stop lifting up my shirt.  If I try to tell her no or distract her and she flips out crying hysterical.  I'm not in a huge rush to totally stop our nursing relationship, but this is ridiculous.

Then there's Andy who has been working tons of overtime and I feel like every overtime shift he takes is a midnight shift.  I feel like I'm always alone and like I'm trying to balance it all on my own.  My mom is a super big help, but it's not the same as when Andy is here.  I don't feel guilty having him do things for/ with the kids or the house.  I just feel like I've barely spent any time with him this summer.

I love summer vacation.  I love not having to rush around in the morning getting ready for work.  I love not having to commute any where.  But I'm starting to feel a little burnt out!  I give stay at home moms like all the credit in the world because right about now, work doesn't seem so bad.

Until I'm at work and then I'm pining for summer vacation.  Well next year they'll be 2 and 6...that has to be easier right?

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

In The Night

I lay in the darkness, lost in the velvety blackness of sleep when I hear it.  A soft, kitten like mewl coming from the baby's room.  My eyes are heavy with sleep, but I start to pull towards the surface of consciousness.

Please let her just go back to sleep.  I think to myself.  Why is she still waking up in the night?  She's over a year old, she should be sleeping through the night by now, her sister was.  All the books say she should.  Every article, every blog, every message board, says she should be sleeping through the night right now, that she's waking out of habit, not out of need.  I should let her cry.  That's it I'll just let her cry and she'll learn to go back to sleep.

The soft little cries begin to louden as they grow in urgency.  I hear her getting worked up and I can just imagine the tears beginning to pool in her big brown eyes.  "Mommy," I hear her say and the word pierces the space between us.

I sigh as I shake the last bit of sleep from my body and stand up.  A quick peek at the clock reveals that it is only midnight.  I've only been sleeping an hour.

If I'd known she would have woken up so early I would have just stayed awake.  Or maybe I should have just stayed awake.  Sleeping for an hour then getting up is brutal.  Maybe I'm doing this whole motherhood thing wrong.  Everyone else's kids are champion sleepers.  Or so facebook says.  

I pad into her room and scoop up her sleepy little body and carry her to the glider in the corner.  I lift my shirt and she latches on as I rock her in the moon light.

In the night, in the darkness, she doesn't seem like the big girl I think she is.  She seems very small and very tiny.  I stroke her little back and my hand rests on her small hips.  I can feel her chubby baby fingers stroking my hair.  She might be over one year old, but she's still little, still a last baby.

I can feel her begin to drift back to sleep.  And I can hear the thoughts creep back in.

You shouldn't have nursed her to sleep.  You should have just rubbed her back like you did the other day.  You're making bad habits.  She'll never sleep through the night if you keep enabling her.  

I gently place her back in her crib and experience a moment of sheer panic as she stirs, but she puts her little head, haloed in shiny brown curls, back down on the crib sheet and goes to sleep.

I tip toe back to bed, and let sleep take me and hold me while it can.