Mommin' It Up!

July 29, 2009

Oh, What a Night

Last night Bobby went to a concert with some friends and was planning to be out late, so I decided to take the kids to the park and out for ice cream. Sophie was none too pleased to leave the park and was still fussing when we got to Baskin Robbins. She even fussed when I tried to give her a bite of her chocolate ice cream – for some reason she didn’t like the looks of it. (I told you, she is CRAZY!) So, I did what any good mom would do and I SHOVED a bite in her mouth. After which, she decided chocolate ice cream is good, and she happily ate about 1/2 of the kids’ cup I’d gotten for her.

Fast-forward to 2:37 a.m when I hear Sophie crying loudly over the baby monitor. I take Ambien to help me sleep, and since at this point I’d only had about 4.5 hours of sleep as opposed to the eight you are supposed to be able to “devote yourself to” with Ambien, I was a LITTLE out of it. I stumbled to Sophie’s room and could smell the tell-tale stench of PUKE before I even opened the door. But once inside, I could not figure out how to turn on her light. I was just too out of it. Fortunately Bobby came in the room just then and turned it on, having his wits about him. It was then that we saw our little girl covered in chocolate ice cream puke.

It was not pretty. That, combine with Ambien dizziness and the smell, sent me running to bow to the Porcelain God myself. So. That was awesome. Bobby, who is Superman, sent me back to bed and gave Sophie a bath and cleaned up all the mess himself.

This morning, Sophie seems totally fine. Bobby said she was fine in the middle of the night, too. No fever, super-cheerful, etc. So, I am going to have to blame this one on myself. As Emily said when I told her about last night’s events, “That’s what you get for shoving ice cream in her mouth, MOM.”

Lesson learned!

July 27, 2009July 26, 2009

We Came, We Saw, We BlogHered

So, Emily and I went to BlogHer in Chicago this weekend. And it was, as we expected, AWESOME! The people, the parties, the SWAG…we ran from morning ’til night but it was SO worth it and SO fun! Some really super-awesome things happened, like – I slept with a pregnant lady and irony bit Emily in the butt (I’ll let her tell you about that). Also, we wore beautiful, stylish, comfortable Lands’ End clothing, shoes, and accessories. And if I do say so myself, we looked fabulous! And we FELT fabulous!

Thanks to the great people at Tide, I got to meet Project Runway’s Tim Gunn, and he said he “loved what I was doing with the red and pink” (I had on a pink skirt with this outfit) and that it “took guts” to pair colors like that and I was really “making it work”. So, don’t let anyone tell you that Lands’ End is not fashionable AND practical!!

We also got to give away Lands’ End gift certificates and pretty pretty Lands’ End earrings and necklaces to some of our fellow BlogHer attendees. Thanks so much to Lands’ End for sponsoring our trip!

I think my favorite thing about BlogHer was of course the PEOPLE!! We met many amazing ladies we’d been dying to meet and had a great time with those we already hang out with in “real life”.

There is so much more to say, but I am a little too brain-dead to say it right now – BUT! Stay tuned this week for more of our adventures from BlogHer!

July 24, 2009July 22, 2009

X-Rated Arm Fat (Revisited)

Emily and I decided while we were at BlogHer, to choose one of our favorite “oldie but goodie” posts to share. This one was originally published by me on July 6, 2007, about two-and-a-half weeks after we started blogging! It’s still one of my favorite funny moments with my son. Enjoy!

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This morning my three-year-old Joshua and I were sitting on the couch. I was doing my makeup and he was playing with the fat on my upper left arm. Just why was he doing that? I can only guess it is because I am and have always been his favorite toy, jungle gym, and entertainment center.

As I applied foundation, he squeezed some of my arm fat between his hands. “Look Mommy! Your arm looks like private parts!” Hmm, just the words every mother longs to hear her son say. I looked over to see what shape he could possibly be creating with my cellulite when he stopped doing it. Perhaps it was the look on my face that made him drop the fat, but I didn’t get a look. But somehow my jiggle reminded him of some type of nudey parts. Greeeeeaaaat. Here’s the ensuing conversation.

Joshua: I’m going to tell Pop! (My father-in-law, who we are going to see tonight.)

Me: No, honey, it’s not nice to talk about private parts. We only talk about them with Mommy or Daddy. (Translation:Please for the love of God do NOT tell my father-in-law that my arm looks like private parts, or anything else that might cause him to call children’s services.)

Joshua: Right. I can tell Mommy or Daddy. Or Pop.

Me: No, honey, NOT Pop.

Joshua: Ok.

I have to stop writing now, so I can go get my 3 lb. hand weights and get these vagina arms into a more arm-like shape!! Apparently blogging is not giving them the workout they need!