As 2008 is coming to a close, I thought it only right to reflect on some of the best/worst lists. However, they are not what you think. I am NOT focused on best/worst dressed, but on new terms, companies, brands, products amd lasting memories.
Let me know what you think and what makes up your best/worst lists of 2008.
"Brands that hit the heights", according to PR Week:
1-Twitter (think this is so right. can't wait to see what's next for 09!)
2-Disney
3-Google
4-Toyota
5-McDonald's
"Terms we NEVER want to hear again," courtesy of PR Week:
1-Maverick
2-Bailout
3-Joe the Pulmber
4-Brangelina
(What phrases irk you?!)
Companies on their social media A-Game: (my personal list)
1-Graco
2-Dell
3-Comcast
"Companies behind the social media curve," according to PR Week:
1-ExxonMobil
2-Target (I'd add Wal-Mart too based on feedback I've received from my twitter followers)
3-FDA
4-Sears
5-J&J (this was included due to the Motrin Mom ad. I have mixed feelings, NOT because I liked the ad, but because I think they are doing some really good things with Babycenter. This would cause me to take them off of this list, but I don't work for PR Week).
"Successfully marketed movies", according to PR Week:
1-Dark Knight
2-Cloverfield
3-Sex & The City
4-High School Musical 3
5-Twilight (I have such a crush on Edward, so this gets my vote. I would have moved it right up the list if it were up to me)
Best Books of the year - according to me:
1-Twilight series (Yes, I got hooked. Plus, the Twilight mania was pretty impressive)
2-One -to-Three Magic (Yes, not one that may be on your list - by I needed some discipline guidance)
3- The Sneaky Chef (Yes, another one of my favs - as it has helped my picky little man to eat a little better)
4-I love you Through and Through (It is still my favorite children's book - any my son's too. A great read or gift for anyone having a baby)
Most memorable new product launches:
1-Healthy Choice Fresh Mixers (OK, I do work for them, but I LOVE them. My entire family, including my little picky eater, loves the Ziti and Marinara. A Must try! But, let me know what you think.)
2-Wii (it's taken over!)
3-Grand Theft Auto IV (not because I like this type of thing, but just couldn't miss it)
Favorite Toddler Toys (my personal list):
1-Thomas the Train (son has the table and many trains. He plays with it for HOURS. So worth the investment)
2-Anything dealing with art - Playdooh, markers, chalk, etc. My fav was the "Parents" easel - which was reversable. One side is a chalkboard, the other is for dry erase markers and even has a handy clip to clip paper on there (if you are lazy like me and don't want to have to deal with dry erasing everything, you can just replace and reuse paper!)
3-Thomas the Train carrying case (I know, another Thomas item - but this is great. It holds the trains - perfect for trips to Grandma's house, and has a built in track - so it is handy and play-ready!)
Worst Toddler Toys (my personal list):
1-Crazy, bizarre McD's Happy Meal toys (they just got wierd this year! strange animals with big heads - the Star Wars ones were the worst!! I thought my son might have nightmares)
THEY TAKE THE CAKE!!
Favorite Toddler Shows (my personal list):
1-Thomas the Train
2-Bob the Builder
3-Fireman Sam
4-ANYTHING on PBS Sprout (Sprout please!!)
Proud Mama of Lil Lady
Proud of my preemie peanut
Proud Mama of Lil Man
Love my lil man
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Ready for Spring - Already!
So, this post is not about my son, doxie dog or hubby. It is about my sum pump and mother nature - and most importantly, my desire for Spring to return. This winter has been a mess for so many already this year. I thought we might skate by untouched, but mother nature had other plans.
We've had so much snow lately and with the sudden warm up (while 63 degrees really isn't warm, it is much better than the negatives), we flooded!! A winter flood? I never knew it was an option, but guess now I know better. When we're pinching pennies with everyone else, the inevitable always seems to happen. Now we're faced with ripping up and putting in new carpet - and throwing out wet items and keepsakes. (I am a sentimental pack-rat - so this is hitting me where it hurts).
It could have been much worse, and we are VERY lucky. But it is still a pain and will take time and money away from other (much more fun and exciting things) in order to clean up this mess.
So, to make myself feel better (venting is good), I have composed the following Ode to Spring - in the hopes that we can soon fast-forward to more mild weather.
Ode to Spring
By Mom who fell victim to a winter flood (oooh, the irony and contradition is ridiculous)
Spring, Spring - where have you gone
What's left behind is winter, snow, ice and a pond (in my basement)
Can you please return and bring your flowers
I hate to replace the carpet, as that takes dollars and hours and hours
Why has Mother Nature decided to play such a trick
With winter we're getting much more this year than the "delightful" winter germs and being sick
Oh how I miss thee and wish for your swift return
For if we need to survive even more "fun" this winter, I think that I will churn and burn (and maybe move to Lucerne - it's a beautiful town in Switzerland)
We've had so much snow lately and with the sudden warm up (while 63 degrees really isn't warm, it is much better than the negatives), we flooded!! A winter flood? I never knew it was an option, but guess now I know better. When we're pinching pennies with everyone else, the inevitable always seems to happen. Now we're faced with ripping up and putting in new carpet - and throwing out wet items and keepsakes. (I am a sentimental pack-rat - so this is hitting me where it hurts).
It could have been much worse, and we are VERY lucky. But it is still a pain and will take time and money away from other (much more fun and exciting things) in order to clean up this mess.
So, to make myself feel better (venting is good), I have composed the following Ode to Spring - in the hopes that we can soon fast-forward to more mild weather.
Ode to Spring
By Mom who fell victim to a winter flood (oooh, the irony and contradition is ridiculous)
Spring, Spring - where have you gone
What's left behind is winter, snow, ice and a pond (in my basement)
Can you please return and bring your flowers
I hate to replace the carpet, as that takes dollars and hours and hours
Why has Mother Nature decided to play such a trick
With winter we're getting much more this year than the "delightful" winter germs and being sick
Oh how I miss thee and wish for your swift return
For if we need to survive even more "fun" this winter, I think that I will churn and burn (and maybe move to Lucerne - it's a beautiful town in Switzerland)
Sunday, December 28, 2008
What's up with the hair "Edward?"
So, I am one of the thousands of moms hooked on the Twilight series. The books were like my own personal brand of drugs - and I just couldn't kick the habit until they were all done. Now I am going through serious withdrawl.
I saw the movie, cheesy and a little off (in my opinion) in how I envisioned some of the characters (namely Rosalie, Eric, etc.), but I just had to spend a little time with my "friends".
I was listening to one of the tabloid shows and heard the unthinkable (well, unthinkable for a fan of the books and now movies). "Edward" (well the star playing Edward), cut off those glorious locks!!
I think we need to start a campaign to get him to grow them back! Sad (probably), but I just can't have my vampire crush not looking his best in New Moon.
Anyone else disappointed with the new do?! Also, what do you think of their decision to potentially not cast the same "Jacob"?
I saw the movie, cheesy and a little off (in my opinion) in how I envisioned some of the characters (namely Rosalie, Eric, etc.), but I just had to spend a little time with my "friends".
I was listening to one of the tabloid shows and heard the unthinkable (well, unthinkable for a fan of the books and now movies). "Edward" (well the star playing Edward), cut off those glorious locks!!
I think we need to start a campaign to get him to grow them back! Sad (probably), but I just can't have my vampire crush not looking his best in New Moon.
Anyone else disappointed with the new do?! Also, what do you think of their decision to potentially not cast the same "Jacob"?
Resolved to have resolutions
OK, if you're anything like me, you might attempt to informally make a resolution (or maybe you just mock them). But, do you really take them serious or stick to them for more than a day, a week? (You're ahead of me if you do stick to them for more than 30 min!)
Well, this year, I am making a go at it again - but I am going to take a slightly different approach, which hopefully will add to my success.
This year, I am making some family resolutions. Some simple ways to enjoy the moment and make each day a little more fun and brighter. (And maybe, just maybe, these will be doable for more than just a day).
Family Resolution 1: Put the crack berry down and turn off the TV. (I know, how will we survive, but we'll find a way!) And spend 5-10 minutes playing all together - reading books, playing with choo-choos, etc.
Family Resolution 2: Read at least one book at bedtime. I don't know about you, but sometimes after a long work day, we tend to rush the bedtime routine or get a little too lax. Instead, read just one book (or one more book - even after dinner if you don't want to disturb the routine).
Family Resolution 3: Get active at least once a week - with the family. Have a dance marathon, play "on your marks, get set, go!" with little man, anything that gets you moving indoors. The energy and calories you'll burn are so worth it.
Family Resolution 4: Create a kudos file! Write down the nice things that the family does and then share them with everyone at the end of the week. I have posted a paper on the fridge and will jot down positives all week long. It's important to acknowledge the positives!
Mom Resolution: (OK, I couldn't help myself and have added one for me.) Be sure to take 15 min each night for myself. That can be to twitter or to write a blog post or just to sit and stare at the ceiling! Anything. Just don't forget that personal time is important for everyone in the family - mommy and daddy too.
What are your family resolutions for 2009?
Well, this year, I am making a go at it again - but I am going to take a slightly different approach, which hopefully will add to my success.
This year, I am making some family resolutions. Some simple ways to enjoy the moment and make each day a little more fun and brighter. (And maybe, just maybe, these will be doable for more than just a day).
Family Resolution 1: Put the crack berry down and turn off the TV. (I know, how will we survive, but we'll find a way!) And spend 5-10 minutes playing all together - reading books, playing with choo-choos, etc.
Family Resolution 2: Read at least one book at bedtime. I don't know about you, but sometimes after a long work day, we tend to rush the bedtime routine or get a little too lax. Instead, read just one book (or one more book - even after dinner if you don't want to disturb the routine).
Family Resolution 3: Get active at least once a week - with the family. Have a dance marathon, play "on your marks, get set, go!" with little man, anything that gets you moving indoors. The energy and calories you'll burn are so worth it.
Family Resolution 4: Create a kudos file! Write down the nice things that the family does and then share them with everyone at the end of the week. I have posted a paper on the fridge and will jot down positives all week long. It's important to acknowledge the positives!
Mom Resolution: (OK, I couldn't help myself and have added one for me.) Be sure to take 15 min each night for myself. That can be to twitter or to write a blog post or just to sit and stare at the ceiling! Anything. Just don't forget that personal time is important for everyone in the family - mommy and daddy too.
What are your family resolutions for 2009?
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Christmas letter tribute
Over the years I have found that you either love or hate Christmas letters. There doesn't seem to be any middle ground.
My brother and his family are fans of the Christmas letter and send one out every year. In fact, I believe this year's letter was the most sincere and moving letter, transforming the Christmas letter into a tribute - and making me rethink my position on Christmas letters.
I hope that you enjoy the following excerpts of his letter - and that you pause to cherish life and the people you love during this holiday season - and everyday of the year. Happy holidays.
Excerpt:
"If you throw a dart in the middle of a map of Kansas, you'll hit Great Bend. It is where my wife's mom, Judy, grew up with her sisters. There are three Pizza Huts in town. Turning left onto the main street is something the younger genration is sternly warned to avoid by the elder generations. The main hotel has an old pinball machine in the lobby that tilts. It's not a mecca by any means, but it is cozy and comfortable.
When my wife and I got married, we spent our first Christmas at her Grandparent's house in Great Bend -- little did I know what an experience it would be...
Nineteen of us gathered in the two-bedroom abode. I always thought my family's celebrations, with three sisters and my parents around battling ovens and microwaves (and each other and us) as they cooked away in the kitchen, were hectic. In 2001, I quickly learned that my concept of hectic was absurdly naive.
In Great Bend, if you were not cooking in the kitchen you were being recruited. Once recruited, you were stuck, trapped, following often contradictory orders from Judy and each of her sisters. It wasn't that there were too many cooks in the kitchen, but that there was not enough kitchen for the cooks. Only the cleverest managed to avoid being recruited, and it took creativity - you could plant yourself in front of the TV and pretend to be deaf (we watched about 16 episodes of Trading Spaces that day), or you could closely monitor the temperature outside, and the moment it was just warm enough, you could sneak off to go golfing.
What amazed me was that it wasn't the main meal that was being dramatically prepared in that tiny kitchen by the flurry of people. There was always food - sandwiches, cookies, anything and everything - all kinds, always out, always enticing, always delicious.
Because it was my first Christmas with my wife's family, there was naturally some curiosity as to what food I liked -- my wife's mom, Judy, was asking me about pie. It wasn't worth making a pie unless more than one of the nineteen people would eat it, you see. Judy liked pecan pie. She asked me whether I liked pecan or pumpkin pie better. I told her pumpkin (it's my favorite).
Finally, after many hours, countless shouted instructions and at least 18 chilly holes of golf, and innumerable room reveals by Paige Davis, dinner was served. And what a feast it was!
Then it was time for dessert. Judy and her sisters went to the kitchen and brought out thte pie. Judy, in a loud voice enough to rise above eighteen others, asked, "Jason, you would like a piece of pecan pie, wouldn't you?"
I froze. Pecan? I told her I liked pumpkin. Pumpkin is my favorite. I wanted pumpkin. I looked around. Everyone was talking now - Jason likes pecan pie? Jason's a pecan pie guy? That Jason, you sure can't keep him away from pecan pie, I was sure I heard them saying. But it wasn't true! I don't like pecan pie! No pecan pie! "Uh, no, I'd like a piece of pumpkin pie," I said. Judy asked me to confirm that I really didn't want pecan pie. I confirmed I'm a pumpkin pie guy. I was served pumpkin pie.
I'm not sure how long it took me to realize that the reason Judy had been asking me about pecan pie was because she wanted pecan pie, but no one else did, and it wasn't worth making a pie if only one person out of nineteen would eat it, you see. When I did finally piece it together, it was too late. The moment had passed. The pie had been served. My chance to ensure my morther-in-law would be able to enjoy one of her favorite desserts had come, and gone.
On August 16, 2008, Judy passed away from colon cancer. She was a beloved daughter, sister, mother, aunt and grandmother. She was opinionated, smart, honext, funny, forgiving and endearingly straightforward. She was a wonderful listener and my wife's rock.
This Christmas, we will be in California with my family, enjoying our classic traditions and customs. There will be lots of bonding, and giving, and love. There will also be a little something missing.
And if anyone asks, yes, I would love a piece of pecan pie."
My brother and his family are fans of the Christmas letter and send one out every year. In fact, I believe this year's letter was the most sincere and moving letter, transforming the Christmas letter into a tribute - and making me rethink my position on Christmas letters.
I hope that you enjoy the following excerpts of his letter - and that you pause to cherish life and the people you love during this holiday season - and everyday of the year. Happy holidays.
Excerpt:
"If you throw a dart in the middle of a map of Kansas, you'll hit Great Bend. It is where my wife's mom, Judy, grew up with her sisters. There are three Pizza Huts in town. Turning left onto the main street is something the younger genration is sternly warned to avoid by the elder generations. The main hotel has an old pinball machine in the lobby that tilts. It's not a mecca by any means, but it is cozy and comfortable.
When my wife and I got married, we spent our first Christmas at her Grandparent's house in Great Bend -- little did I know what an experience it would be...
Nineteen of us gathered in the two-bedroom abode. I always thought my family's celebrations, with three sisters and my parents around battling ovens and microwaves (and each other and us) as they cooked away in the kitchen, were hectic. In 2001, I quickly learned that my concept of hectic was absurdly naive.
In Great Bend, if you were not cooking in the kitchen you were being recruited. Once recruited, you were stuck, trapped, following often contradictory orders from Judy and each of her sisters. It wasn't that there were too many cooks in the kitchen, but that there was not enough kitchen for the cooks. Only the cleverest managed to avoid being recruited, and it took creativity - you could plant yourself in front of the TV and pretend to be deaf (we watched about 16 episodes of Trading Spaces that day), or you could closely monitor the temperature outside, and the moment it was just warm enough, you could sneak off to go golfing.
What amazed me was that it wasn't the main meal that was being dramatically prepared in that tiny kitchen by the flurry of people. There was always food - sandwiches, cookies, anything and everything - all kinds, always out, always enticing, always delicious.
Because it was my first Christmas with my wife's family, there was naturally some curiosity as to what food I liked -- my wife's mom, Judy, was asking me about pie. It wasn't worth making a pie unless more than one of the nineteen people would eat it, you see. Judy liked pecan pie. She asked me whether I liked pecan or pumpkin pie better. I told her pumpkin (it's my favorite).
Finally, after many hours, countless shouted instructions and at least 18 chilly holes of golf, and innumerable room reveals by Paige Davis, dinner was served. And what a feast it was!
Then it was time for dessert. Judy and her sisters went to the kitchen and brought out thte pie. Judy, in a loud voice enough to rise above eighteen others, asked, "Jason, you would like a piece of pecan pie, wouldn't you?"
I froze. Pecan? I told her I liked pumpkin. Pumpkin is my favorite. I wanted pumpkin. I looked around. Everyone was talking now - Jason likes pecan pie? Jason's a pecan pie guy? That Jason, you sure can't keep him away from pecan pie, I was sure I heard them saying. But it wasn't true! I don't like pecan pie! No pecan pie! "Uh, no, I'd like a piece of pumpkin pie," I said. Judy asked me to confirm that I really didn't want pecan pie. I confirmed I'm a pumpkin pie guy. I was served pumpkin pie.
I'm not sure how long it took me to realize that the reason Judy had been asking me about pecan pie was because she wanted pecan pie, but no one else did, and it wasn't worth making a pie if only one person out of nineteen would eat it, you see. When I did finally piece it together, it was too late. The moment had passed. The pie had been served. My chance to ensure my morther-in-law would be able to enjoy one of her favorite desserts had come, and gone.
On August 16, 2008, Judy passed away from colon cancer. She was a beloved daughter, sister, mother, aunt and grandmother. She was opinionated, smart, honext, funny, forgiving and endearingly straightforward. She was a wonderful listener and my wife's rock.
This Christmas, we will be in California with my family, enjoying our classic traditions and customs. There will be lots of bonding, and giving, and love. There will also be a little something missing.
And if anyone asks, yes, I would love a piece of pecan pie."
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Twilight Addict!! Is it wrong to have a crush on Edward?
I was introduced to the Twilight books in October. As a full-time worker and mom of a little guy, I don't have much time to read - well, for myself that is. (If you count "I Love you Through and Through" or "The Very Hungry Catapillar" then I guess I am VERY well read).
A co-worker let me borrow the first book and I started reading it when my husband and I took our anniversary trip to Cabo. (yes, little man was bonding with his Grandparents). Well, when I started reading - I couldn't put the book down. I loved the entire teenage vampire world - and it was the best cotton candy, sinful escape!
When vaca was done, I tried to find every reason to "sneak away" for a minute to keep reading! I'd tell my fam that I needed to go downstairs and get something... or need to go on the computer for a minute. Anytime to sneak away to my secret crush - Edward. Before I knew it, I owned the entire four book set and had finished the last book in the series!
OK, so is it wrong to have a crush on Edward? We've had this debate at work. My defense (and I'm sticking to it) is that Edward is NOT a teenager, but a 110 year old vampire.
And of course, I had to see the movie with my sisters. Yes, another totally guilty pleasure. And while cheesy, it allowed me to extend my time with my favorite characters.
Does anyone else feel the saw way about the Twilight Series or Edward? Anywhere I can go to quench my everlasting thirst for Edward and Twilight?!
A co-worker let me borrow the first book and I started reading it when my husband and I took our anniversary trip to Cabo. (yes, little man was bonding with his Grandparents). Well, when I started reading - I couldn't put the book down. I loved the entire teenage vampire world - and it was the best cotton candy, sinful escape!
When vaca was done, I tried to find every reason to "sneak away" for a minute to keep reading! I'd tell my fam that I needed to go downstairs and get something... or need to go on the computer for a minute. Anytime to sneak away to my secret crush - Edward. Before I knew it, I owned the entire four book set and had finished the last book in the series!
OK, so is it wrong to have a crush on Edward? We've had this debate at work. My defense (and I'm sticking to it) is that Edward is NOT a teenager, but a 110 year old vampire.
And of course, I had to see the movie with my sisters. Yes, another totally guilty pleasure. And while cheesy, it allowed me to extend my time with my favorite characters.
Does anyone else feel the saw way about the Twilight Series or Edward? Anywhere I can go to quench my everlasting thirst for Edward and Twilight?!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Asthma Woes - What a week!
It has been a crazy couple of weeks. My little guy has children's asthma. He got pneumonia and was in the hospital for numerous days at the very beginning of the year (actually New Year's day - what a way to start the year!! Not the start that we were anticipating for 2008).
We had heard wonderful success stories about people taking their kids to chiropractors who helped them not only feel better, but stay healthier and kick all of the medicine. So, we decided to give this a try. What was the worst that could happen, my son would have great posture and a really nice spine?
So, we have been going to the chiro for a month and it really seemed like it was doing some good. My little guy was feeling better and even got use to the routine (went from crying to actually moving in the right positions to be adjusted). However, this past weekend he went from healthy to (shockingly, out of nowhere) being diagnosed with pneumonia - all in a matter of days. He was back in the hospital (which I feel like is our home away from home - and that we should at least be getting miles or points or something), but is now home.
I am just discouraged as I really, really had hoped that the Chiro would help us avoid such serious bouts of illness - and the hospital. As parents you try to do whatever you can to help your kids feel better. I was so hoping that I would be able to share my success story with others too and am discouraged and disappointed that all I have to share is a hospital bill and bags under my eyes.
Again, I don't have any false visions of my little guy being cured - but pneumonia was not where I thought we'd net out either.
I know that we should change something up, as things just aren't working. I don't know if this means going back to the chiro and just not weaning off all of the steroids (we had stopped as this was the reco of the dr/chiro).
It's just so frustrating to see little ones going through things like this. It reminds me of how precious they are, life is and to how helpless we are at times. I guess this is a good lesson (one of many) where we just need to be there for our kids and know that we always can't swoop in and save them or solve all of their problems (though, wouldn't that be nice). I feel so fortuneate that Ethan is so healthy and that the asthma is just that - asthma and nothing worse. But, it would be so nice to be able to do something for him.
If anyone has any recommendations or success stories, I could use a little inspiration as we try a new approach.
We had heard wonderful success stories about people taking their kids to chiropractors who helped them not only feel better, but stay healthier and kick all of the medicine. So, we decided to give this a try. What was the worst that could happen, my son would have great posture and a really nice spine?
So, we have been going to the chiro for a month and it really seemed like it was doing some good. My little guy was feeling better and even got use to the routine (went from crying to actually moving in the right positions to be adjusted). However, this past weekend he went from healthy to (shockingly, out of nowhere) being diagnosed with pneumonia - all in a matter of days. He was back in the hospital (which I feel like is our home away from home - and that we should at least be getting miles or points or something), but is now home.
I am just discouraged as I really, really had hoped that the Chiro would help us avoid such serious bouts of illness - and the hospital. As parents you try to do whatever you can to help your kids feel better. I was so hoping that I would be able to share my success story with others too and am discouraged and disappointed that all I have to share is a hospital bill and bags under my eyes.
Again, I don't have any false visions of my little guy being cured - but pneumonia was not where I thought we'd net out either.
I know that we should change something up, as things just aren't working. I don't know if this means going back to the chiro and just not weaning off all of the steroids (we had stopped as this was the reco of the dr/chiro).
It's just so frustrating to see little ones going through things like this. It reminds me of how precious they are, life is and to how helpless we are at times. I guess this is a good lesson (one of many) where we just need to be there for our kids and know that we always can't swoop in and save them or solve all of their problems (though, wouldn't that be nice). I feel so fortuneate that Ethan is so healthy and that the asthma is just that - asthma and nothing worse. But, it would be so nice to be able to do something for him.
If anyone has any recommendations or success stories, I could use a little inspiration as we try a new approach.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Lost in translation
This weekend we went to the "super park" (as a friend from work calls it). It is the mecca of all playgrounds.
My husband and I were playing with my son (he has just become a fan of slides). He was waiting patiently (who am I kidding. He was being held back by dad so that he didn't run over any other kids) his turn to go down the slide when a little girl got in line behind him. She was older than him, maybe by a couple of years and she had a stuffed dog.
My husband asked her what her dog's name was (trying to be friendly). She proudly told my husband the dog's name and my husband preceded to say, "Killer Bear"? The little girl said, no, trying to correct him - but again it sounded like "Killer Bear." (I know, you're thinking what child would ever name a dog Killer Bear - and even worse - what parent would think that is what a child would name her cute, cuddley stuffed dog. My only response is my husband of course.)
The girl tried to correct him, and then finally her mom came to the rescue - sharing that the dog's name was "Car-i-bel".
Close enough. The fun of being lost in translation.
My husband and I were playing with my son (he has just become a fan of slides). He was waiting patiently (who am I kidding. He was being held back by dad so that he didn't run over any other kids) his turn to go down the slide when a little girl got in line behind him. She was older than him, maybe by a couple of years and she had a stuffed dog.
My husband asked her what her dog's name was (trying to be friendly). She proudly told my husband the dog's name and my husband preceded to say, "Killer Bear"? The little girl said, no, trying to correct him - but again it sounded like "Killer Bear." (I know, you're thinking what child would ever name a dog Killer Bear - and even worse - what parent would think that is what a child would name her cute, cuddley stuffed dog. My only response is my husband of course.)
The girl tried to correct him, and then finally her mom came to the rescue - sharing that the dog's name was "Car-i-bel".
Close enough. The fun of being lost in translation.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Quote of the day, courtesy of my sister...
OK, my sister is in town from CA. We picked her up from the airport and here is the quote that resulted after we grabbed some dinner...
"Oh, Ethan - this is a gift from your favorite Aunt!"
Turns out... she didn't buy the toy. My husbandand I were the ones that bought the happy meal, hence the toy was purchased by us. Nice try sister!
Also, it was the wackiest toy ever - not something to be proud of. My son had the look of, "What the heck is this, are you kidding me?" on his face. Needless to say, it could have given him nightmares.
"Oh, Ethan - this is a gift from your favorite Aunt!"
Turns out... she didn't buy the toy. My husbandand I were the ones that bought the happy meal, hence the toy was purchased by us. Nice try sister!
Also, it was the wackiest toy ever - not something to be proud of. My son had the look of, "What the heck is this, are you kidding me?" on his face. Needless to say, it could have given him nightmares.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Quote of the Day
"... in order to feel anything, you need strength."
- sent by my sister upon the passing of my sister-in-law's mother today
- sent by my sister upon the passing of my sister-in-law's mother today
Mommy Zen ...
It is "Mommy Zen" when ...
- Your baby says, "Mama"
- You get a haircut - alone (ahhhhh)
- Your baby looks at you with those loving, admiring, all trusting eyes
- Your baby gives you a hug or falls asleep in your arms
- When everyone is asleep and you can take a moment for yourself and blog while drinking a glass of good red wine
- Your baby says, "Mama"
- You get a haircut - alone (ahhhhh)
- Your baby looks at you with those loving, admiring, all trusting eyes
- Your baby gives you a hug or falls asleep in your arms
- When everyone is asleep and you can take a moment for yourself and blog while drinking a glass of good red wine
Say Cheese!
What lengths parents go to get the "perfect" (or even halfway decent) photo to memorialize the special moment, age or occasion in life. Well, I am no different...
Today we did a "Take Two." What does that mean? We took my two year old son for pictures - for a second time. The first time, it was a beautiful summer day and my little guy was laughing, happy and looking dapper in his new outfit - perfectly primed (or so I thought, but then again, do you really know when dealing with a two year old?!) so I thought...
The moment (I swear) we stepped foot into the photo studio that my husband selected (hey, not trying to blame, but he did pick it out), my son screamed and began throwing a fit (what you hear about or visualize when you think of "Terrible Two's"). Well, we thought that after a few minutes he would be better. We tried everything ... snacks, toys, everything - but no go. After trying for 30 min, we decided that no picture was worth the agony, so we bailed.
It was a good reminder (not that we needed one) of who was really in charge (and yes, that person is neither me or my husband).
So, we gave it a good couple of months, letting him outgrow it. We found a new, very children friendly place - and even checked it out with my son. He had a blast playing in the lobby with the cool car table and ramp.
So, today was the day. The day for photos once again. We all got dressed (we decided to try our luck at our first formal family photo). We had the strategy all planned out ... when we get to the photo studio, immediately walk in (steering clear of the cool car table and ramp - knowing that if he spotted it, we would have a nuclear meltdown), brought his favorite choo-choos and treats, etc.). We were ready to go...
As we stepped confidently into the photo studio room, it was as if we entered the dentist (when you have to get a root canal) and he immediately reminded us of the ever-so-strong lungs that he had and the fact that he was indeed two.
Being the driven parents that we are (and the fact that we didn't want to do a three-peat), we tried everything possible to get a smile and to salvage the situation. We became those parents. Come on, you know the ones ... the ones that dance, jump, make silly faces - anything and everything it takes to get a smile and to change the mood.
After a good 42 minutes of exerting all energy (and then beginning to day dream about Starbucks) we saw it ... a SMILE!!! WOW! We jumped into the photo and the photographer rapidly fired. We got it!
While none of the photos would win any awards, we were proud to make it out of there alive and with some photos. Most importantly, not needing to go back!
Man, what parents will do to capture the moment. Who knew that photos was such an exhausting workout!! I look forward to telling my son, when he is older, all about "the fun" he had when we took him for his two year photos.
But you know what, it was absolutely worth it.
Today we did a "Take Two." What does that mean? We took my two year old son for pictures - for a second time. The first time, it was a beautiful summer day and my little guy was laughing, happy and looking dapper in his new outfit - perfectly primed (or so I thought, but then again, do you really know when dealing with a two year old?!) so I thought...
The moment (I swear) we stepped foot into the photo studio that my husband selected (hey, not trying to blame, but he did pick it out), my son screamed and began throwing a fit (what you hear about or visualize when you think of "Terrible Two's"). Well, we thought that after a few minutes he would be better. We tried everything ... snacks, toys, everything - but no go. After trying for 30 min, we decided that no picture was worth the agony, so we bailed.
It was a good reminder (not that we needed one) of who was really in charge (and yes, that person is neither me or my husband).
So, we gave it a good couple of months, letting him outgrow it. We found a new, very children friendly place - and even checked it out with my son. He had a blast playing in the lobby with the cool car table and ramp.
So, today was the day. The day for photos once again. We all got dressed (we decided to try our luck at our first formal family photo). We had the strategy all planned out ... when we get to the photo studio, immediately walk in (steering clear of the cool car table and ramp - knowing that if he spotted it, we would have a nuclear meltdown), brought his favorite choo-choos and treats, etc.). We were ready to go...
As we stepped confidently into the photo studio room, it was as if we entered the dentist (when you have to get a root canal) and he immediately reminded us of the ever-so-strong lungs that he had and the fact that he was indeed two.
Being the driven parents that we are (and the fact that we didn't want to do a three-peat), we tried everything possible to get a smile and to salvage the situation. We became those parents. Come on, you know the ones ... the ones that dance, jump, make silly faces - anything and everything it takes to get a smile and to change the mood.
After a good 42 minutes of exerting all energy (and then beginning to day dream about Starbucks) we saw it ... a SMILE!!! WOW! We jumped into the photo and the photographer rapidly fired. We got it!
While none of the photos would win any awards, we were proud to make it out of there alive and with some photos. Most importantly, not needing to go back!
Man, what parents will do to capture the moment. Who knew that photos was such an exhausting workout!! I look forward to telling my son, when he is older, all about "the fun" he had when we took him for his two year photos.
But you know what, it was absolutely worth it.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Focus on what is REALLY important
Today I am departing from my regular posts. I got some sad news from my sister-in-law and it is with a very heavy heart, but with a purpose, that I share this post with you today.
I just got the news that my sister-in-law's mom has only days or up to a week to live. My sister-in-law is in her early thirties and her mom is quite young too. Her mom was diagnosis with a rare, untreatable cancer a few years ago, but has suddenly declined over the past week.
I want to share this story because I think that it sometimes takes a crisis (family, mother nature) to remind us of what is really, truly important in life. We are all guilty (come on, you know that you are!) of getting caught up in things that are really not important - and exhausting hours of valuable time on them (i.e. worrying about what we can't control, trying to keep up with others, spending too much time at work fixing a project that is perfectly fine as-is, staying late when we really aren't adding any more value and what we are working on can wait until morning - you get the drift). You might think that you are focusing on what is important, but lets face it, in the bigger picture, these things aren't necessarily the things you will reflect on later in life when you are thinking of what matters most and what you accomplished.
So, if today's post only serves as a reason to hug and kiss your husband, children and family; or to return the call of a friend or loved one; or to tell someone who you work with that they are really valued; or the catalyst needed to inspire you to do something that you have always wanted to do - something that you love and which would really make a difference (something off of that personal list of things that you never seem to get to), then I feel that today's was worthwhile.
So, don't stay late at work today - and go home to your family who loves you and who will value the extra few minutes that you spend with them. This will make all of the difference.
I just got the news that my sister-in-law's mom has only days or up to a week to live. My sister-in-law is in her early thirties and her mom is quite young too. Her mom was diagnosis with a rare, untreatable cancer a few years ago, but has suddenly declined over the past week.
I want to share this story because I think that it sometimes takes a crisis (family, mother nature) to remind us of what is really, truly important in life. We are all guilty (come on, you know that you are!) of getting caught up in things that are really not important - and exhausting hours of valuable time on them (i.e. worrying about what we can't control, trying to keep up with others, spending too much time at work fixing a project that is perfectly fine as-is, staying late when we really aren't adding any more value and what we are working on can wait until morning - you get the drift). You might think that you are focusing on what is important, but lets face it, in the bigger picture, these things aren't necessarily the things you will reflect on later in life when you are thinking of what matters most and what you accomplished.
So, if today's post only serves as a reason to hug and kiss your husband, children and family; or to return the call of a friend or loved one; or to tell someone who you work with that they are really valued; or the catalyst needed to inspire you to do something that you have always wanted to do - something that you love and which would really make a difference (something off of that personal list of things that you never seem to get to), then I feel that today's was worthwhile.
So, don't stay late at work today - and go home to your family who loves you and who will value the extra few minutes that you spend with them. This will make all of the difference.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Meeting the Neighbors
OK, so we have lived in our home for a little over a year now. (YEA!) It was quite a journey, or rather a drama, to find a place. It is nice to be semi-settled. (I say semi because will one ever be settled or have the time to settle when working full time, being a mom of a two year-old as well as owning an energetic doxie dog? I think not).
Anyways... we are still in the process of meeting our neighbors. As we moved in near the end of last summer (which was filled with just hanging out, happy to have a home again), then followed by winter when noone goes out, and then spring (which was pretty cold and rainy), followed by (finally) summer when everyone awakes and goes outdoors to ... meet the neighbors.
If you know me, usually I am semi (yes, there's the semi term again) put together. But, today, of course, was not one of those days. We went out (the entire clan) to take a walk and enjoy the beautiful weather (OK - to run some of the energy out of both our boys - baby and dog) and ran into a new neighbor (well, new to us). She looked at us in a funny, telling way. I was wearing my "my weiner rocks" shirt (I got it in NY and it has a cute doxie dog on it), and my son was dressed in a crazy combo of colors (looking like we are very dysfunctional or just color blind). My son had mis-match day at school today and was quite the site. If there would have been an "Ultimate Mis-Match" award, he would have won 1st prize. And then there is my husband. Ususally out of the crew, he is the one is a t-shirt with some holes or in some beat up old shorts. However, today, he looked great and the rest of us looked like odd-ball vagabonds.
Needless to say, I think we made a strong impression on our new neighbor. Always great to meet people when you are at your best!!
Anyways... we are still in the process of meeting our neighbors. As we moved in near the end of last summer (which was filled with just hanging out, happy to have a home again), then followed by winter when noone goes out, and then spring (which was pretty cold and rainy), followed by (finally) summer when everyone awakes and goes outdoors to ... meet the neighbors.
If you know me, usually I am semi (yes, there's the semi term again) put together. But, today, of course, was not one of those days. We went out (the entire clan) to take a walk and enjoy the beautiful weather (OK - to run some of the energy out of both our boys - baby and dog) and ran into a new neighbor (well, new to us). She looked at us in a funny, telling way. I was wearing my "my weiner rocks" shirt (I got it in NY and it has a cute doxie dog on it), and my son was dressed in a crazy combo of colors (looking like we are very dysfunctional or just color blind). My son had mis-match day at school today and was quite the site. If there would have been an "Ultimate Mis-Match" award, he would have won 1st prize. And then there is my husband. Ususally out of the crew, he is the one is a t-shirt with some holes or in some beat up old shorts. However, today, he looked great and the rest of us looked like odd-ball vagabonds.
Needless to say, I think we made a strong impression on our new neighbor. Always great to meet people when you are at your best!!
Words to live by...
Today I was reminded of a favorite quote of mine... "Humor is life's shock absorber." I think that I got the quote from some inspirational quote book or calendar, but it has always stuck with me.
I think that my son, who is two, must be living by the same rules. He doesn't fall far from the tree from either me or my husband. My husband is quite humorous and I think that my son has gotten one of his most precious (and dangerous) attributes: Humor/sarcasm.
I was trying to get Ethan, who is now finally talking more, to say hi to his Aunt Allison. After a while of getting tired, and clearly having enough of mommy trying to use his new found toy (yes, his voice and the power of speech) for her own uses, he blurt out, "Bye-bye Choo-Choos." Then he preceeded to laugh and laugh and laugh. I love it. He is already seeing the power in humor and sarcasm and reminding others (AKA- mom) along the way of what is really important.
What are some of your favorite quotes or words to live by?
I think that my son, who is two, must be living by the same rules. He doesn't fall far from the tree from either me or my husband. My husband is quite humorous and I think that my son has gotten one of his most precious (and dangerous) attributes: Humor/sarcasm.
I was trying to get Ethan, who is now finally talking more, to say hi to his Aunt Allison. After a while of getting tired, and clearly having enough of mommy trying to use his new found toy (yes, his voice and the power of speech) for her own uses, he blurt out, "Bye-bye Choo-Choos." Then he preceeded to laugh and laugh and laugh. I love it. He is already seeing the power in humor and sarcasm and reminding others (AKA- mom) along the way of what is really important.
What are some of your favorite quotes or words to live by?
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
A Play Room for Mom!
I have been inspired by many wonderful mommy bloggers (special thanks to Amy at Momadvice.com and Kim at Chicagomomsblog.com) and wanted to create a special place of my own where moms can connect with other moms, share their stories, secrets, tips and journies in the adventure called motherhood.
Welcome to Moms Playroom! If your home is anything like mine, my house has become my child's playroom. Regular rooms have been transformed into spaces for creativity, exploration, learning, fun and adventure. I thought that this could be my sanctuary and playroom. (Hey, it doesn't take up too much space and there is nothing to pick up. I think it's perfect!)
I hope that you will join me on my daily escapades and adventures in Moms Playroom. Let the fun begin!
Welcome to Moms Playroom! If your home is anything like mine, my house has become my child's playroom. Regular rooms have been transformed into spaces for creativity, exploration, learning, fun and adventure. I thought that this could be my sanctuary and playroom. (Hey, it doesn't take up too much space and there is nothing to pick up. I think it's perfect!)
I hope that you will join me on my daily escapades and adventures in Moms Playroom. Let the fun begin!
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