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Growing up, my mother always had a lot of morsels of wisdom, stuck haphazardly to the refrigerator and propped up on window sills, like…

“God never closes a door without opening a window”

“The best man for the job may be a woman”

“I want to be the kind of person my dog thinks I am”

“Practice random acts of kindness”

I had sort of forgotten about that last one until yesterday. Dylan, Summer and I were walking to the coffee shop and we spotted a guy with a van, parked on our street. Normally, I’m not an enormous fan of strange guys with shady vans, but this one was delivering flowers. What are the chances of some crazy child snatcher moonlighting as a florist? Gotta be pretty low, right?

His side door was wide open and he noticed us peering in.

Flower guy: Here have a bouquet.

Me: What? Really? Oh, no, we just wanted to smell the beautiful flowers.

Flower guy: Take this. It’s yours.

Me: Really? Are you sure? Well, ok. Thanks so much. That is so nice of you. (For free? Really?! You know you can get money for these buddy. People actually purchase flowers.)

Receiving free, gorgeous flowers is a fabulous way to start a Saturday. It put me in such a buoyant mood that I thought it would be a fun family activity to go to the Container Store. I’m sure you’ve tried this before. You attempt to turn a necessary errand into an exciting adventure.

“No, kids, we aren’t going to the playground on this sunny spring day. Forget the slide. Nevermind the swings. We are doing something far more fabulous. We are headed to the Container Store!! Wait until you see all the amazing ways you can organize your toys. The giant plastic storage bins alone are worth the trip!

I wanted to avoid a $25 delivery fee. (Yes anything in NYC can be delivered.) I just can’t stomach purchasing a $15 storage bin and then paying $25 to have it delivered.

It all went pretty well. I mean, the girls did immediately knock over a huge display of containers. But one of the store clerks confided that Martha Stewart herself had knocked over that very same stack recently and then instructed one of her assistants to clean up.

Rick and I looked around for one of our assistants but finding none, we did the dirty work ourselves.

And we did try to buy some rubber balls for the playground (who knew the Container Store sold balls?) but upon checkout we were told, the balls were merely props for their displays. So apparently they don’t.

I will admit that the girls got a bit rowdy towards the end.

First this happened….

and then Dylan scaled the counter…

It was clear that Rick and I were seriously losing control of the situation. So we paid…

and got the heck out of there. And I may not have any assistants, but I did have a handsome sherpa to schlep the stuff home.

No $25 charge. Just a random act of kindness.

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Lanie is the winner of the super cool Toby + Rei t-shirt and lunch sack!

As some of you may know, I do consulting work for a start-up called TotSpot. It’s like a Facebook for kids. You can create a safe, private profile for your child, record everything from their first word to their current favorite toy, upload pictures and videos and share it all with family and friends.

TotSpot is still working on the final product. They would love feedback from mamas. If you want to try it out, email me at kelcey@mamabirddiaries.com and I will send you the invite code.


Wait… what the hell is happening? Spring? Could it be? City dogs are suddenly prancing around minus their little cashmere vests.

And there are other signs here and there. Like this gal…


And love blossoming all around…


Oh, apparently you can love too much.

And here are some bare little toes on artificial city turf…


and a weird guy doing bare chested stomach crunches…


and sassy Summer sunglasses…


and mamas doing cartwheels…


Well, honestly, I was the only mum actually doing that. Yes, that’s me. What?! You think after 2 kids, I’m all washed up and out of cool moves. I’ve got mega awesome moves. You haven’t even seen my best stuff sista. My round off could kick you on your ass.

Yup, the proof is all here. It looks like we may have actually made it through winter. Keep that on the very down low because I don’t want a Nor’easter suddenly whipping through.

So since it’s 70 degrees in New York City, can someone tell Dylan to take her friggin’ wool hat off?


What is it with that kid?!

It’s a trifle difficult to enjoy the sunshine on our once quaint, cobblestone street with two new buildings going up simultaneously. Here are the current views from our lobby door.


Your think I could turn these snapshots into New York City postcards and sell them to the European tourists?


With all the noise, machinery and chaos, I’m thinking the upside this summer will be hot, shirtless construction workers sort of like that 1994 diet coke ad. This is my promise to you faithful readers. I will wait for a steamy, humid day. I will find the hot ones. And I will have my camera.

Oh, and if I can’t find any smokin’ guys, I’m sure I can at least rustle you up some butt crack.

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Ever been to an eco-chic cocktail party? I love that it’s finally cool to be green. Click on drooling over this to read more.


Are you doing this twittering thing? It’s a way to let friends know what you’re up to with one line, real-time updates. I want to twitter. I truly do but every time I attempt to fill in that box, “What are you doing?” I kind of freeze. Must think of something clever. Must come up with a tidbit that is smart and brilliant and fabulous.

I log off.

I’m such a sissy. Log back on.

I type in, “drinking cafe mocha.” Well, drat, that is so dreadfully boring that I almost snoozed off just typing it… even with the caffeine buzz.


I type, “Thinking about why Americans are paying for for Iraq’s reconstruction when Iraq is making billions in oil revenue.” Dang. I’m way over thinking this Twitter thing.


Be loose, be casual, whatever pops into my mind.

I type, “Do you think people pee in gym showers?” That’s such a gross thought. Not good. People will think I pee in gym showers.


Log off.

Make mental promise to twitter later.

Oh, can you help me with something else? Here’s a recent conversation with 3 1/2 year-old Dylan.

Dylan: I have boogers coming out of my nose.

Me: Honey, get a tissue. And please don’t call them boogers.

Dylan: What should I call them?

Me: (silence) Um….

Dylan: Snot?

Me: No, snot is not good. Um… I don’t know. Just say, “I need a tissue.”

So is there a nice, lady-like word for snot/boogers?

And while you contemplate the twitter and booger situation, I’ve got a tip for you:

When you go to the gym and get on the cardio machine and notice that all the tv stations are set to tortuously tedious, time-slowing channels like ESPN and CNBC, don’t attempt to fix the situation. Don’t grab a remote and try to change just one of the televisions to MTV because you will mistakenly change the entire row of televisions to Judge Hatchett.

This will really irritate one of the guys watching ESPN and a bunch of other cardio focused, intense New Yorkers. And they will only get madder when you can’t seem to change any of the tv’s back to the original stations and you have to abandon your Arc Trainer to get help from some Equinox staffer who’s as clueless about the televisions as you are.

By the time you’ve sorted the whole thing out and made your apologies, you only have a few minutes left to exercise anyway. So twitter this it’s best to avoid the gym altogether.

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Contributing mama Jordana Bales is due with baby #2 this week. Boy? Girl? Anyone have a feeling? She did finally spill her baby names and I’m pleasantly surprised at the choices of Obama (for a boy) and Hillary (for a girl). So timely and political. Oh, alright, those are probably not the names.

Contributing mama Alex is back with her beauty diary this week. Click on drooling over this to find out about a fabulous, reasonably priced skincare line (I use it too).

And don’t forget to leave a comment this week to enter to win the Toby + Rei giveaway. This 100% organic cotton lunch sack in pebble grey with cool robot graphic …


and this awesome 100% organic cotton tee, sewn in a sweatshop free environment. Pebble gray with orange + sky blue robot graphic. Size 2T



Rick and I noticed a mistake on our credit card bill the other day. Two identical charges in West Palm Beach for $26.61. On the same day. Minutes apart. Clearly, we were double charged.

So we called the credit card company and contested the identical charges. We are a bunch of way smart cookies over here. Don’t try to mess with us. Because we are too quick. Too brilliant. We know your moves before you do. We… wait, I just remembered something.



oh, and this one too…


Yeah, that’s 2 identical Elmo rolling backpacks. Each costing $26.61.

Hold on a second.

Rick, honey, can you call the credit card company and tell them we are no longer contesting those charges?

When we were in the Florida airport last month, we stopped at this children’s toy store to buy a pair of $5 kids’ sunglasses. But they were sold out. As we turned to leave, Dylan fell in LOVE with the Elmo backpack. Two minutes later, Summer wanted one too.

$50 bucks for 2 backpacks? That ain’t cheap. Well, they seemed to adore them. Plus, this might keep them happy at the airport. We caved.

Less than 20 minutes later, Dylan was begging me for a huge bag of mixed nuts at the newsstand.

Me: Dylan, we have tons of snacks. You don’t need the nuts. I already HAVE nuts for you in my purse.

Dylan: But I want THESE nuts.

Me (aka super clever mama): Ok, do you want to trade your new, awesome, kickin’ Elmo backpack for this bag of nuts?

Dylan (without pausing): Yes.

Me: What?! You’d rather have THESE nuts than the rolling backpack with all the cool pockets?

Dylan: Yes.

Me (stuttering): Well… um… sorry you can’t. Come on. Let’s go. We need to board the plane.

Dylan (sobbing): BUT I WAAAAAAAAAANT THE NUTS. You said I could have the nuts. YOU SAID!

Dylan never got those nuts. I know what I said but I’m not that much of a pushover.

So those backpacks have been sitting in the closet ever since.

Until today. I pulled them out and coerced the girls into playing with them for a whole 2 minutes.


Look how much fun they are having! Well, you can’t see their faces. But take it from me, they were having a BLAST. $50 bucks plus tax worth of fun, that’s for darn sure. Can’t get that kind of fun out of a bag of mixed nuts. Just can’t.

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Contributing mama Daphne Biener isn’t about to let some bully push around her kid. Click on contributing mamas to read more.

As promised, here’s another mama bird giveaway, courtesy of super cool Toby + Rei. The owners are dedicated to creating beautiful, eco friendly clothing for you and your babe. They even have a blog, focused on all things green and lovely.

Leave a comment this week on the mama bird diaries and you are entered to win this 100% organic cotton lunch sack in pebble grey with cool robot graphic.


and this awesome 100% organic cotton tee, sewn in a sweatshop free environment. Pebble gray with orange + sky blue robot graphic. Size 2T


Good luck mamas!


This week has been a whirlwind for me.

First of all, Rick can’t change any diapers right now because of surgery on his hand (He says this with a straight face so what choice do I have but believe him? I’m trying to be supportive here.). So that means I get dibs on all the diapers. Please, don’t be jealous. I realize how lucky I am.

And then something even better happened…

group-with-katie-2.jpgI met Katie Couric. I actually got to chill out with the anchor of the CBS Evening News. Beth Blecherman and Jill Asher of Silicon Valley Moms Blog invited a bunch of way cool bloggers like Petroville, RoleMommy and Baby-Faith to meet Katie. I, gratefully, got to come along as well.

And now I have a major girl crush. Because Katie Couric is just the grooviest. Normally, I make a point to dislike people who make 15 million dollars a year because they don’t need my love. Can’t they buy love? But you just can’t dislike this Katie Couric. She is just so smart. And funny. And authentic. And just nice. O.k. I’ll stop.

You can read more about my day with Katie here. Seriously, click on it and you’ll even find out her favorite reality show. No, it’s not the “Real Housewives of New York City.” Or if it is, she never admitted it to me.

So now, just like I poured my heart and energy into a full-on letter writing campaign to save “Party of Five” in 1994, I will beg you to start watching the CBS evening news.

Even Dylan is on board.


After my K.C. outing, I had the chance to karaoke it up with more fab bloggers like Mom-101, Mommy Poppins, Mums The Wurd and PunditMom. So thanks to Cool Mom Picks for picking up the room tab. Now despite the fact that I recently ripped up the floor at the Staten Island Roller Jam and f—ed some sh-t up playing The Fast and the Furious at the glorious Dave & Buster’s, I’m not really a shake it, shine in the spotlight, karaoke girl.

I love to punch in super awesome songs like Rick Springfield’s, “Jessie’s Girl.” Oh come on… you know she’s just lovin’ him with that body. But the programming of the song is sort of MY thing.

While others embrace the actual singing/performing thing…


And I did realize something else this week. Going out 3 nights in a row completely kicks my arse.

Dang. I remember in college I could keep it strong from Wednesday Ladies’ Night all the way until late night mugging with some hot Frat boy (or at least he looked smokin’ after 6 kamikaze shots) on Saturday night.

What the heck happened to me? Oh, maybe like 20 years. This 30-something girl is fried.

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