Hey. You’re so awesome to follow me all the way to Hotlanta or A.T.L as apparently the youngsters call it (thanks Sandrine for the 4-1-1 on that).
I think the term Hotlanta is roughly equivalent to, “The Big Apple.” I never refer to NYC as the big apple and I can’t imagine there are large swaths of Atlantans who go around saying things like…
“Hotlanta is such a great place to raise kids.”
“But I do wish Hotlanta had less traffic.”
“So what part of Hotlanta do you live in?”
But I promise here and now, if I ever relocate to Atlanta, I am totally calling it that.
I’m here, along with three other bloggers… Sheila from Xiaolin Mama, Joe from Joeprah and Vicky from The Mummy Chronicles to film a Graco car seat campaign. I’m going to have the opportunity to share my parenting know how (must quickly think of brilliant, clever parenting tips) and demonstrate how to install a car seat (First step: Turn to your spouse and say, “Hey, can you please install the car seat this morning?).
The video will go up on the Graco website, as a resource for parents. I must say, so far, it’s a very good gig. I’ve been white wined, lobster tail dined and pink pedicured, all courtesy of the cool folks at Graco. Apparently, they are actually going to make me do some work tomorrow. Alright, alright. Seems like the least I can do.
I miss my little cupcakes Dylan and Summer dearly (I mean really, who wants to actually pee alone?) but it is so nice to have a little calm and quiet and –
Wait, is that a baby?
And another one? Oh mercy. Who invited the kiddos?!
Actually, those adorable twins belong to my awesome college friend, Lanie. I was thrilled to meet them. They are named Hot and Lanta which is a bit odd but I think they can pull it off.
Note to reader: Their parents may actually call them Fletcher and Alyssa but I’m not confirming that.
Note to husband: Yes, I miss you too. I will confirm that.
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Don’t forget to enter this week’s baby giveaway package. Two pairs of super cool Robeez shoes for boys (sizes 18 – 24 months and 20 – 24 months), an organic cotton and hemp burp cloth (amazingly stylish and practical) and the Melissa Errico “Lullabies and Wildflowers” CD. And all these goodies come in a fabulous recycled cotton tote from Joy by Mellim. Just leave a comment on the mama bird diaries this week and you are entered to win.
So, of course, two days after I write all about the the quirky behavior of my lovely, beautiful Dylan, she has the nerve to go to bed in long sleeve pajamas…
plus a princess nightgown…
plus a winter hat with attached scarf combo. Dylan, I already wrote the, “Is My Kid Weird” post. Jeesh.
So do you think we have the air conditioning on too high or something?
Meanwhile my friend Julie recently dropped her cell phone in the water at the playground. She immediately asked for my expertise on the situation because of my long history of damaging technical gadgets.
I leaped into action, instructing her to immediately douse her cell phone in salt. The salt would suck out all the water and could bring her phone back to life, I explained. A friend suggested this brilliance on the mama bird diaries after my own phone dropped in a public toilet. Umm.. yeah. Still gross.
So Julie, believing that I am a trained tech professional, followed my instructions.
Except at some point, when her phone was buried deep in salt, Julie started having doubts about my yoda master skills and had the smarts to actually look up this advice. She quickly found out, it’s RICE that works like magic. Not friggin salt.
Oh. Did I say SALT? Rice. Uh, that’s what I meant.
Julie’s phone is a bit salty but hopefully working.
So yeah, today’s my birthday. How did you know? Oh, the heading of the post? So flashy, don’t you think?
Did I sit back and cry old tears on my 38th birthday? No. I. Did. Not.
I grabbed life by the handle bars and went biking with the crew.
Ok, so we all look kind of, incredibly dorky with our helmets (not a hint of Giselle or Leo). But safety first people. I’m not as sharp on the ole bike trail as I used to be.
Despite the fact that we were an hour late to pick up the bikes…
And then it took an additional 45 minutes to gear up.
And then it started raining.
And then Summer started crying.
And then full on tantruming.
This birthday family biking extravaganza all kind of worked out in the end and rocked.
And really tuckered us out.
This 38 year-old is headed down south to HOTlanta this week, courtesy of Graco. More later. Gotta keep you coming back.
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Mama bird Daphne Biener won the beautiful notecards by the 10 year-old artist Alexa Maizes. Congrats Daphne! No special treatment for Miss Contributor. Randomly picked. Mama’s promise.
This week we have a baby giveaway package for you. Two pairs of super cool Robeez shoes for boys (sizes 18 – 24 months and 20 – 24 months), an organic cotton and hemp burp cloth (amazingly stylish and practical) and the Melissa Errico “Lullabies and Wildflowers” CD. And all these goodies come in a fabulous recycled cotton tote from Joy by Mellim. Just leave a comment on the mama bird diaries this week and you are entered to win.
This week I took Summer for her 18 month-old check-up. I still dread those vaccination visits. I don’t mind the crying. Although the first time Rick and I took Dylan as a baby, all three of us were pathetically sobbing. Note to new parents out there: Hysterical moms and dads don’t really calm newborns.
No, I don’t cry anymore. I just worry. And frankly, I’m far more talented and experienced at worrying than crying anyway.
It’s the whole could-there-possibly-be-a-connection-to-autism-thing that just makes me queesy. But on the flip side, I’d sort of definitely prefer my kids not get polio or the mumps or the measles. Because that sounds like a major bummer. So I buried my angst and headed to the doctor’s office.
At which point I learned that I never brought Summer in for her 15 month check-up.
Or her 12 month check-up.
In fact, Summer hadn’t had any of her shots for 9 months. I know my friend Adam (the pediatric ER doc – aka the red headed George Clooney) is just shaking his head right now in disapproval. Oh, Adam. I’m not perfect.
Summer has been to the pediatrician 12 zillion times for chest congestion, coughs and colds. But apparently, I had forgotten all about those nifty “wellness” visits.
It’s kind of out character for me because I’m pretty insanely organized. So maybe the fears in my subconscious took over my appointment calendar. Anyway, we’ll will be catching up on her shots over the next month which is good old fashion summer in the city fun.
Meanwhile, 38 is roaring towards me like an Amtrak Acela train (without all the delays). I don’t even know why I give a crap about 38. It’s really her step sister 40 that I am truly afraid of.
I know, all of you out there who are already 40 are thinking, “Com’on Kelcey, don’t be such a friggin’ wimp. 40 is nothing.” And I’m sure I’ll feel that way on the day after my 40th birthday. Or at least, I will absolutely feel that way about 40 on my 60th birthday.
It just all goes so darn fast.
I still keep thinking that I’m going to wake up and be 24, sitting in a cafe with some friends, listening to Blues Traveler and not stressing about child immunizations or 40th birthdays.
Totally hasn’t happened yet. Strange, right?
Instead I will celebrate what 38 years has brought me. Things I dreamed of but could not have ever imagined at 24…
Oh wait. Scratch that. I mean, he was fun. But not that guy. I meant this guy and his girlie sidekicks.
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I really am ashamed of myself. WEEKS ago, the very funny site GoodMom/BadMom featured one of my stories on their Sunday Blog wrap up. You know that story I wrote about my atheist dad. Anyway, I never properly thanked them for the awesome honor. It’s embarrassing really. So please head on over and check out their site and I will rest easier tonight. Thanks to Jennifer H. for unintentionally setting me straight.
And check out our new mama bird poll. How would you feel about your husband going to a strip club?
I feel like I’m always try to reassure my husband that our 3 1/2 year-old’s behavior is COMPLETELY NORMAL for her age.
Like when Dylan wakes me up in the morning by licking my arm.
Or when she kisses every page of the book I’m reading her.
Or at night, when Rick says to her, “Honey, it’s bedtime. Why aren’t you sleeping?” and she responds, “I am sleeping. In a different way. With my eyes open.” Oh, that’s cool. I should try that. I’d get so much more accomplished.
Or when she wears my nude, control top pantyhose to the playground.
Or wears this outfit to the water park on a gorgeous sunny day, despite my suggestion that a bathing suit and flip flops might do the trick. Rainboots? Really!?
Or when she insists that her sister Summer needs to wear a down winter coat on an 80 degree day.
I double insisted that Summer did not.
No worries Rick. I see lots of young kids in the neighborhood and they are all just as nuts. But he always looks at me like he’s not quite convinced. Like perhaps we are inadvertently raising some kind of irrational wild thing.
This past weekend, a colleague of Rick’s told us about an experience she had, in an elevator, with her 5 year-old son.
A very heavy woman got on the elevator and her son said quite loudly, “MOMMY, SHE’S FAT.”
I mean, wouldn’t you just crawl into that musak box right then and there?
Of course, the mother made him apologize and the woman was very gracious about the whole thing but still…
I think I’ll stick with my kid who likes to wear control top panty hose.
Oh and I’ll also keep the other one who wears pink, princess heels to the beach.
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Looking for some children’s music with a little New Orleans funk? Click on “drooling over this” to read about an awesome kids’ CD. They had me at Radiators…
I’m crying in my crab cake sandwich over the closing of New York City’s campy French diner, Florent. You can read more at New York City Moms Blog.
As some of you know, my husband has Crohn’s disease, a debilitating and sometimes life threatening disease that causes painful inflammation of the digestive tract. Since his own diagnosis 17 years ago, medical advances have been made. But instead of becoming less prevalent, Crohn’s is becoming more and more common. Almost a million and a half Americans are now suffering from this disease and many of them are young children.
This week I’m giving away some beautiful note cards, created by artist Alexa Maizes, a 10 year-old suffering from Crohn’s Disease. She also sells her note cards on her website and a portion of the proceeds go the Crohn’s & Colitis Foundation of America. Just leave a comment this week on the mama bird diaries and you are entered to win.
This week in NYC, Rick will be helping to raise money to find a cure for Crohn’s. If you feel like donating click here.
To view a Fox 5 NY piece on Rick click here. I even make a cameo! And you can’t tell I have a poochy, mama belly!! Oh, and Rick is pretty good too.
Ever been to a burlesque show? My husband and I had the chance this past weekend to experience the Box in New York’s East Village. This risque variety show starts with performers in ape costumes running around and humping audience members (yes, seriously) and ends with me feeling the emcee’s abs (yes, seriously). Oh, here. I’ll show you.
This guy has obviously never had a baby. Who has abs like that? Please don’t tell me your husband does.
And I… uh… noticed that this emcee had a tendency to wear his… um… his privates to the right. So I asked my husband, “Do most men have a preferred side to put their goods on?
The answer from Rick, “Yes. Definitely.” Hmm… Interesting. And you thought I only enlightened you about toxic plastics. If you have a hankering to read more about the bulge (and really, who doesn’t?) visit Memarie Lanie.
We went to the early evening “family” burlesque show (no kids invited) around 7:30 pm. The second show starts about 1:30 in the morning and apparently it’s really something to see. I’m guessing that if you are going to a show that STARTS at 1:30 AM then you don’t care if a big fake hairy ape is humping you. Or much else for that matter.
Boy, after all that… how could Father’s Day ever compete? Luckily, the girls smothered Rick with love.
Dylan’s hugs can be more like strangulation but the girl just has a big heart and a tight grip.
Sunday afternoon, I booked a sitter and took Rick (who loves all things European) to this great pub called The Molly Wee. I figured we could enjoy some relaxing alone time and savor a pint at their sweeping wooden bar.
Except we weren’t quite expecting so many Iron Maiden fans.
Apparently, Iron Maiden was playing later that evening, just up the street at Madison Square Garden.
It was fun to connect with these guys…
In case you are wondering, Rick’s the one not wearing any headgear.
And in the end, isn’t Iron Maiden what Father’s Day is all about?
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It’s time to announce the winners of the Lands’ End swim package. Robyn is the winner of the boy’s package. And Julie L. is the winner of the girl’s package. Please email me your address and size of your child to firstname.lastname@example.org. Congrats mamas!
If you live in New York City or plant to travel here, you must check out the awesome site Mommy Poppins. This mama knows it all when it comes to cool stuff to do with your kids in NYC.
And, of course, she just came up with another brilliant idea… The Mommy Poppins Neighborhood Guide for Families, the perfect way to find the best toy stores, parks, shopping, family friendly dining and tons of fun places to visit in each neighborhood. And it just so happens that I wrote the piece on the West Village if you feel like checking it out.