Archive for June, 2010

When I was a tweener, my Mom used to buy a whole mess of Estee Lauder products and get a free-gift-with-purchase which she would then hand to me. The first time she did this, I looked up at her and said, “when I’m a Mom, I’m keeping all the good free stuff I get.” She sighed and said, “oh honey, I’ve gotten a lot of free stuff. I don’t mind giving it to you.” “Well I will,” I said. “I’ll mind.” “You’ll be surprised,” she said.

But no, no. I’m not surprised. I am a selfish person, and I will NOT be sharing my gifts-with-purchase with my future tweener. She’s on her own. I’m sure she’ll have birthday money or something. Is this wrong? I say no–this is so much better than the way my mom did it.

My mother never had a moment of selfish.

Me: “I feel like a cookie.” Mom: “I’ll make you a batch.”

Me: “I hate asparagus.” Mom: “I’ll remember that forever” (and ever, and ever).

Me: “I want all the good stuff you have including those diamond earrings and your wedding ring.” Mom: “You can have everything but the ring. You’ll get that when I die.” Me: “Are you going to die soon, Mom?”

You know what happened to me, the daughter of an unselfish person? I became a spoiled brat who will keep her gift-with-purchase even if she never uses any of the items in it and her tweener is in desperate need of coral lip balm. And, you know what’s much worse, I became a constant guilt evader because in fact unselfish mothers = martyrs.

So my message for today is be selfish. Go ahead and eat all the cookies yourself! Watch that extra episode of True Blood instead of doing the dishes. And for heavens sake, buy yourself something expensive or endangered or both.

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Front page of our newspaper this morning:

photo of the apartment complex where the day care I was considering is housed. The story? Recent high school graduate shot. And… there it is. We’re getting a nanny.

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It was only a matter of time before I started talking about poop, wasn’t it.

I said I wouldn’t do it. I said to my husband, “If I start talking about poop, you can divorce me and marry a teenager.” Fortunately, my husband is used to my ridiculous claims and hasn’t batted an eye to my poop-talk.

So, my daughter has started making the stinkiest poops ever. On the planet. Yes, I’m sure. They are like tar, and I have to practically fumigate the room afterwards. I’m blaming my mother’s applesauce today, but who will I blame tomorrow?

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Can you even imagine if we lived in the dark ages of photography and had to like… print our own photos? How could I survive without online photo processors? Everyone likes photos in their hands, but can you imagine if we had to leave the house to print photos?

My new favorite thing (I’m sure everyone has already discovered this) is the photo album features on KodakGallery and SnapFish. They both have some good options for creating photo albums, and are both inexpensive options. (There are others out there, but they are pricey).

Another great and simple options if you don’t mind ordering and organizing your own photos is to get one of these adorable little KOLO photo albums from Paper Source (you can buy them online). Perfect gift for Father/Grandfather’s Day!

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A Bump on the Head

My husband playing with my little girl always makes me think of Skippyjon Jones. If you haven’t read the Skippyjon Jones books, I recommend them. Skippyjon likes to bounce on his big-boy bed, and one in ten times he lands on his head. When my husband plays with my daughter, one in three times she lands on her head.

Why are men such nincompoops when it comes to safety?  I have seen a father pushing his little girl in a jogging stroller while she was standing up. Seriously? What is wrong with their brains?

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With a vengeance. As not-fun as pregnancy could be at times, I got used to not having a period. Not only that, I was one of the lucky ones who had a short (painful) two-to-three-day period (quick and dirty). HaHA! No longer!

I have had a period now for… hmm, lo on nine days. And, I have the über nasty emotional insanity to go with. My poor husband is considering a run for the border.

Just another gift of motherhood, I guess!

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So, in case you don’t know what a “stride” is, it’s a running term for short sprint exercises. These exercises are meant to increase your stamina and overall race-day speed. I’m no where near race-ready, but Stroller Strides is helping. I think.

Stroller Strides at Chrissy Field, San Francisco

If you’re not familiar, but might be interested, Stroller Strides is a national franchise and can be found in many major cities. The classes are similar to a circuit class, where you do a cardio blast for five to ten minutes, then do weights, followed by more cardio. Many classes are conducted outside, and consist of walking or running with your stroller (and presumably, child) then stopping to use bands or benches to do bicep curls, tricep exercises, push-ups, crunches, or squats.

I like that no one bugs you if you need to hand your baby a pacifier, or clean up spit-up. Everyone understands, and is kind. And, it connects you with other moms in your area who may know good babysitters.

It’s also an affordable way ($60/mo. unlimited classes) to get back in shape. I like it so far. I’ll report back on how butt-burning it really is.

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