tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217323542009-11-22T10:32:16.379-05:00I don't know what I'm doing eitherMom101http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468524489744839899noreply@blogger.comBlogger669125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21732354.post-63169648457246416962009-11-19T08:31:00.004-05:002009-11-20T11:10:10.539-05:00

I had never heard of the site Caring Bridge until this week. Then I received an email about someone who had set up a page there. Then I received a second email from someone entirely different who had set up a page there. That's not exactly a good week. Caring Bridge offers journal pages to help people stay in touch with sick friends and family through updates and photos. You can sign the

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When you're lying there in the hospital cradling that new baby in your arms, no one tells you that you'll never be able to wear pencil skirts without Spanx again. They don't tell you've just had your very last shower with the bathroom door closed. And they certainly don't tell you about Bouncy Castle Duty. This week at our preschool fair, I was thrust into the wild world of oversized

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Today the Los Angeles Times ran a front page story called Blogging Moms Wooed by Food Firms. I'm quoted in it, as are a number of other bloggers who may or may not be happy about it. Although man I love Elisa Camahort-Page's pornography analogy. That alone makes it worth the read. I spent nearly an hour speaking with the reporter about it, and frankly, it was a lovely conversation. I liked her

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The holidays are here, more or less, whether I'm ready or not. It's a little challenging for us this year with tighter budgets than ever. Or to be brutally honest, it feels nothing short of awful not to be able to give my kids the things they're asking for, especially now that they're old enough to ask for them. (Not including the trip to Friendly's which Thalia somehow thinks is like a trip to

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Just when I think I kind of have this parenting thing down, some new situation comes along that proves to me that, nope. Not really.  Trying to give my daughter eyedrops last week to battle the cold that had spread to her eyes, was a comedy of parenting errors. You'd have thought we told her we'd need to make her eat something green every day for a week. Oh, there was crying. And wailing. And

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Things I have seen or heard about the FTC regulation of blogs in the last six months (which, by the way, goes into effect on December 1) Targeting bloggers is discriminatory Targeting bloggers violates my free speech The FTC is not actually targeting bloggers at all It's a law It's a guideline It's all Obama's fault You need to disclose free books if you're a book blogger You don't need

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Let's just say you can't beat the view, the snacks are free, and the temperature is downright balmy.

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I was really honored that yesterday, Gretchen Rubin, amazing author and happiness evangelist included me in her series of Happiness Project interviews. (You can also find it on Slate, which...wow. Kinda nice.) It seems like happiness is making a comeback. Or maybe because I'm interested in it, the happiness stuff is just finding me. This past spring, Meagan Francis launched The Happiest Mom to

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Thalia came home last week informing us that Poop is now a bad word. Or so say her preschool teachers. RIP the poop joke. Its passing is sad and untimely, but not altogether unexpected. What can I say, we had a good run while we can, what with Thalia's President Poopyhead baby shirt, and Nate teaching her songs in which he substitutes the word Poop for pretty much anything. We try are trying

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Okay so I admit it. We're snotty. We didn't want our kids to be your ordinary, run of the mill Disney fairy princesses, with the sparkles and the scratchy tulle and the strap-on wings that flew here directly from Dongguan Province (like magic!) and landed in the local Target. Nate decided they should be Renaissance princesses. Mommy the feminist gave in. And with the help of some dresses we

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Yesterday Thalia raced through the door after school, far happier than she was when she came home last week. (And by the way, your advice and consolation in comments meant the world. Thank you. I'm happy to say she's recovered quite nicely and has a shiny new friendship bracelet to show for it, courtesy of last year's teacher.) "L said he wants to marry me!" she exclaimed, describing one of the

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Let's be honest, it takes a whole lot of creativity to avoid the societal (or Ricky's) pressure to be a slutty nurse, slutty fairy, slutty cop, slutty flapper, or slutty Freddy Krueger on Halloween. You only think I'm joking. Because when I think sexy, I think serial killer. Rowr. My non-blogging friend Jennifer (there are a few left) just had a hilarious facebook thread about the

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Last night Thalia came home from school, not her usual happy self. "What happened in school today?" I asked. "Well, today we made friendship bracelets. But no one made me one." Evidently the kids all created bracelets for anyone they wanted - a kid in the class, a sibling, a parent. But while many bracelets were exchanged, she was left bare-wristed. After she explained the situation, she

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Yesterday I checked into the Hard Rock Hotel Chicago for the Marketing 2 Moms conference, went up to my beautiful room, plopped down my stuff and headed into the bathroom. The bathroom with the ginormous picture window facing all of downtown. I tweeted:  And in a stroke of social media mastery, within minutes, the Hard Rock Hotel tweeted back: Which directed me to a most awesome

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This morning I did a live interview for the NPR show, The Takeaway, about La Famille Balloon Boy (My favorite family. No, really. ) and reality TV show families in general. Let me tell you, there is something both awesome and totally terrifying about sitting 2 feet from a pro like John Hockenberry while he's grilling you. Emmy voters? Fine choice. The man is masterful. As is his co-host Celeste

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I watched yesterday, riveted.I watched that balloon floating away and imagined the worst.I cried.I was furious with those who made cynical jokes on Twitter, who doubted, who speculated fraud.I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I put myself on the line for you.I shushed my children while I followed the plight of your own.And I think it's pretty clear now that you faked it.You faked the

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I am jet-lagged, happy, delighted, inspired, humbled, exhausted, and home from Barcelona.Or Barf-e-low-va, as Sage is calling it.Port de BarfelovaThank you to all of you who sent amazing advice, good wishes, and excursion ideas. As for those of you reminding me how to order a cerveza in Spanish--as it turns out, they speak Catalan in Barcelona, which is a combination of Spanish, French, and I

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Barcelona is so close I can taste the chocolate dipped churros. And other things. That I may be forced to eat.(And suddenly I'm panicking that I'm going to be in the kinds of restaurants where I'll have have to smile while eating the rabbit intestines dipped in sea urchin. Worse - I may find out I like it, and then what will I have to complain about in life?)Here are a few things I will miss

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I feel like there is more niceness needed around these here parts right now.Between the #nestlefamily twitter debate and internet trolls and and Glenn Beck and various other bits of insanity, I want to continue to be the annoying glass-half-full kind of a gal that makes cynics (and Nate) absolutely crazy. And so I want you to know about some exceptionally cool people who deserve a little

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Do you want to hear the story of how daddy and I met? I asked the kids, at a loss for another plotline in the bedtime story about Teddy the Bear and Flower the unicorn who went to the Fancy Foods Show."Yes!"Okay, because it's our anniversary next week. Which means that's the day that we first went out together. And we'll be in Spain to celebrate. So let me tell you about what happened seven years

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Last week, I squeezed my Spanx-sheathed arse into a size 6 Armani dress from 10 years ago (postpartum triumph!) and prayed that no one would notice the length was all wrong. I was headed to the 4th Important Dinner for Women at Cipriani 42nd Street."I think I am the only one here wearing shorts," Helena Christiansen said, pointing to her trendariffic outfit, as we made our way to our tables

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After more than a year of donning 2T tutus in the living room, cranking up the classical on demand channel or the Prima Princessa ballet DVD and thinking that would somehow suffice for my whirling, twirling, leaping little girl, we gave in. Yesterday we took Thalia to her first real ballet class.It was the most singularly poetic scene you can imagine - a dozen little four year-old girls in pink,

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Oh my gosh, what with the first day of school and the begging for El Bulli dinner reservations that the Queen of England couldn't get, get and the cleaning up of cat poop six hundred times a day, I almost compleeeetely forgot to beg you to come to a show.Yes, a show. You like shows don't you? Of course you do!This one is called Expressing Motherhood and there are going to be all kinds of funny

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"Now hold my hand..." Thalia beckoned as we walked out the door to meet her new teacher and new classmates on Wednesday. "You have to hold my hand. That's what you do.""Well okay!" I said, proud to entwine my fingers in hers all while wondering how long it would be before she swatted me away in embarrassment.The answer? Six steps.Just outside our front door, we ran into a new classmate of hers

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This week, I went to this event called Swagapalooza--which, hello, moms would be reeeeeamed for if they ever dreamed of throwing such an event. But we won't go into that right now.It was actually not a swag whore thing --the swag bags were definitely secondary to the event itself--but rather a digital influencer experiment (how very 2009). Think the Shark Tank meets Donny Deutsch meets the Gong

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