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Dec
13
2007

I used to be a cool downtown New Yorker. Or at least I was a few feet from the edge of hipness. No longer. Oh most definitely not. I’m on 14th street and 9th Avenue yesterday and who do I see? Penn Badgley. Yes, THE PENN BADGLEY. Can you BELIEVE it? Now you’re thinking, well, who the hell is that? Does the character Dan Humphrey mean anything to you? Still nothing? O.k., Penn is one of the adorable stars of “Gossip Girl,” that CW show I’m about 15 years too old to be watching.

Normally, I would see a celebrity and just saunter by like they’re no big thang (other than all that cash, the bling, the fame, the paparazzi, the personal assistants and the chauffeured cars, they are EXACTLY like you and me). But for some inexplicable reason, as I hurried by, I actually tapped Penn Badgley on the arm and said, “I just LOVE your show.” Now, why would I do this? Must I invade the space of some 21 year-old innocent teen heartthrob? Icky. Am I some kind of weird stalker mom? Double icky.

Perhaps I have been so wrapped up lately in “The Hills” MTV special with Lauren Conrad reflecting on her moments of love and heartbreak, that I’ve lost all sense of appropriateness. And you may recall, not very long ago, I felt strangely compelled to chat it up with Saturday Night Live performers Amy Poehler and Seth Meyers when I saw them having a private din din. It’s way obvious. I’ve lost my inner cool. If I ever had it. Crap.

I’m blaming my celebrity meltdown on the holiday pressure. Could we all have more to do this time of year? You’ve barely digested that last bit of turkey on Thanksgiving, when you start to feel the crushing stress of the December countdown. First, I need to buy Hanukkah gifts. Then, x-mas gifts. I need to figure out what to tip that strange hobbit-esque guy Steve who organizes the recyclables in my building’s basement. Then I need to sort out the tips for everyone else I’ve EVER met. I need to find one photo where 3 year-old Dylan is not grimacing to send out as a holiday card. I’m trying to coordinate the plumbers, the pest control guys and the locksmith – all of whom are trying to fix various problems in the apartment. And boy, are they all CHEAP. Fa la la la la, fa la la la.

Meanwhile, my little 1 year-old Summer has been feeling absolutely rotten (like every other kiddo in the city). She has an ear infection, a serious chest cold and a fever. I am trying to nebulize her 4 times a day. Girlfriend ain’t groovin’ with that. Of course, I should have taken her to the pediatrician a day or two sooner. But as usual, the second kid gets cast aside. Oh, it’s just a few sniffles, we thought. The poor lady was endlessly sobbing (desperately trying to communicate her immediate need to see a professional). Sorry hon.

So this is my excuse for almost groping innocent Penn Badgely on the street yesterday. Penn, my apologies. I resolve in the coming new year to try and get my cool back.

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Gals, another mama is in need. Click on, “askamama” under the menu bar and help Erin out. This new mother needs some support. Pronto.

And as I’ve been telling you all week, one very lucky mama bird reader will scoop up all the loot below. You gotta be in it, to win it (that’s what the savvy professional say). So make sure you’re in it.

In order to enter to win…

1. You need to be subscribed to the mama bird diaries.

2. Post a comment on the mama bird diaries by the end of this week.

3. And finally, send a post to a friend. Don’t stress, you won’t be selling out your gal pals. Their email addresses are completely confidential. Just click on the pink box, “send to a friend” at the end of this post and follow the directions from there.

Good luck yummy mummys. I’ll announce the winner this weekend.

Here’s a recap of the divine mama bird giveaway package:

A beautiful toby + rei bamboo and organic cotton fleece baby blanket in chocolate. This soft, eco-friendly blanket ($60 value) is perfect for wrapping up your little baby. Also, a scrumptious baby gift.

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These adorable, fun gloveables from Feather Your Nest. What could make cleaning more fun than these too sweet waterproof gloves? Finally, something to smile about when you’re washing all those dishes. And helps keep your mama hands nice and soft.

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This Poco Bag by Bumpkins from EcoStyle Baby. It’s a perfect little bag for your cell, keys and cash when traveling with tots to the coffee shop. For those times when you don’t want to lug around that big purse. Plus, EcoStyle Baby is offering a 10% discount to all mama bird readers. Simply put in the discount code,”MamaBird.” Good til the end of January.
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The Estee Lauder Holiday Spirit Lip Gloss Palette. Your lips will glisten and gleam in the stunning shades of the season. This limited edition product will turn you into one glowing mama.

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And finally, this oh-so-necessary book, “Dear Peppers and Pollywogs… What Parents Want to Know About Planning Their Kids’ Parties.” We all know the stress of planning a birthday party for your little one. Finally, some help. Author Lisa Kothari believes no matter the budget or limited time, a great kids’ party can be planned.

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Dec
11
2007

Today, on the way to preschool, Dylan and I pretended to be fancy Brits. Well, it really was more me. I spoke in my faux British accent about all the tea and crumpets we would eat with the Queen after preschool. It was an absolutely brilliant stroll.

Just after dropping her off, I stopped for coffee and a paunchy bald man in his later years was ordering just ahead of me. There are a lot of English folks in my hood so I wasn’t a bit surprised when a British accent popped out of his mouth. I’m assuming it was authentic. It’s unlikely that he was playing, “pretend to be a Brit” on the very same day I was playing it. As I listened to him order, I thought, “this bald, chunky, old dude seems a little SEXY.” Oh, the almighty accent.

A guy could be the biggest loser cad pain in the arse, but throw an English accent on him… and hello handsome – what are you doin’ later laddie? These Brits must have it so good in America. Sometimes in the bedroom Rick puts on one of these debonair accents as part of our role playing (you know, to spice thing up). I’ll let you wonder whether that is actually true. A girl can not divulge all.

A few hours later, I picked Dylan up at preschool and our stroll home was much less posh and downright bloody awful. There would be no tea with the Queen. Summer was along for the ride and girlfriend was pissed (not drunk but super mad). I would have preferred drunk. She’s not feeling well and did not take kindly to being strapped in. She wailed block after block. I was walking like a mad woman on 6 cups of regular, jumping curbs and skirting by leisurely tourists. I finally stopped and took Summer out of the stroller just to calm the poor lady but it was futile. The tears continued to streak down her sweet, damp cheeks.

So it was a tortuously long walk, with all those stares from strangers, sprinkled with some irritating commentary. You know how it goes. “Oh poor baby. She’s so upset.” “Don’t cry baby.” “I think your baby is cold.” Cold? She has on six layers, plus a hat, she’s stuffed into a stroller sleeping bag and it’s a not-so-terrible 43 degrees outside. Oh wait, maybe she’s hot. I take her hat off.

I feel like the queen of crappy moms because I can’t soothe her. Finally, we get home. She continues to sob. I put on “Jack’s Big Music Show” much to Dylan’s delight. I rock and nurse Summer a little. She starts to simmer down. She begins to babble a bit. It’s over.

Right-O. Thank goodness. Crumpets will be served after all.

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The results of our weekly mama poll are in. So, are you happy? Turns out, yes! 63% of you are overall pretty happy. Cheers to that. 38% of you are so-so happy and would like to revitalize one key area of your life like career, relationship or body image. And nobody was way down in the dumps. A lot of happy mamas all around.

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Are you an earth mama who secretly loves bling and a night at The Four Seasons? Then beauty expert Alex has the product for you. Click on “drooling over this” under the menu bar.

Finally, don’t forget to comment on the mama bird diaries this week to enter to win our divine mama bird giveaway package. You’ll also need to forward a post to a friend. But girl, don’t worry about that part right now. That’s later, gator.


Dec
10
2007

summer-in-bath.jpgMy sweet Summer is turning 1 year-old this week.

A year ago, I was desperate to get that little girl (or boy) out of me. She, like her older sister, was running terribly late. Having had a c-section with Dylan (who seemed content to live her entire life in the womb), Summer was also riding the local lazy train. But the doctors don’t like tardy babies.

I was on a VBAC mission – that’s vaginal birth after cesarean. With multiple prior surgeries, I wanted to avoid another. I hoped to introduce my baby to the world naturally, or as natural as a sterile hospital room, filled with various health care professionals poking and prodding me, can be.

So a few days past my due date, I was on a mama mission to jump start this little babe. I tried acupuncture. I tried a prenatal chiropractor (can you believe there is such a specialty?). My doula came over with some kind of magic medicine woman who had me in positions I haven’t even tried with my husband. Now you are envisioning some kind of kinky doula pregger orgy but I promise, everyone had their clothes on. Speaking of my hubby, we tried sex. I give him props for making that happen. It can’t be easy for a guy to see that GInormous belly and think, “Oh, yes. Now that’s hot. I want to tap that.”

I walked, climbed steps and ate spicy food. I drank red raspberry leaf tea and put evening primrose oil up my va-jay-jay. The only thing I couldn’t stomach was castor oil. I heard this hardcore stuff can make your bowels basically explode during labor. You know what? I’d rather have a c-section than poop all over a delivery room. Call me a prude but that’s just too gritty for me.

Well, one of these loopy things (or maybe just time itself) got Summer excited about our big, crazy world and finally, I went into labor – in fact, 5 nights of early labor before I was admitted to the hospital on December 12th. I eventually got to 7 centimeters and then that little lady just wouldn’t budge. Of course, as it got later and later, my husband said supportive things like, “You know, it would be nicer to have a baby on 12/12 rather than 12/13. Doesn’t 12/12 sound cooler?. One day, she’ll have a birthday on 12/12/12!” O.k. buddy, I’ll keep that in mind. I forgive him because he, too, was very very tired. Finally, the fat lady (yes, me) sang. We were out of options.

Summer Jane was born via c-section at 11:40 pm on December 12th. Actually, she was born Presley Jane but that story has been told. She was 10 days late. Just like her sister. I looked at her scrunchy newborn face in the delivery room and said, “Is it me, or does she look like Yoda from ‘Star Wars?'” My husband studied her face and said, “It’s not you. I see it too.” Thankfully, soon she was less Yoda and more adorable sweet-faced cupcake. And every time she tilts her head and smiles, I am amazed by her.

So thank you Summer for joining us, on your own schedule, in your own way. We are blessed. Happy Birthday little girl. xo your mama

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Here is another peak at our super fab giveaway package. Details below on how to enter to win. One lucky mama bird reader will scoop up the following…

A beautiful toby + rei bamboo and organic cotton fleece baby blanket in chocolate. This soft, eco-friendly blanket ($60 value) is perfect for wrapping up your little baby. Also, a scrumptious baby gift.

giveaway-blanket.jpg

These adorable, fun gloveables from Feather Your Nest. What could make cleaning more fun than these too sweet waterproof gloves? Finally, something to smile about when you’re washing all those dishes. And helps keep your mama hands nice and soft.

giveaway-pink-gloves.jpg

This Poco Bag by Bumpkins from EcoStyle Baby. It’s a perfect little bag for your cell, keys and cash when traveling with tots to the coffee shop. For those times when you don’t want to lug around that big purse. Plus, EcoStyle Baby is offering a 10% discount to all mama bird readers. Simply put in the discount code,”MamaBird.” Good til the end of January.
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The Estee Lauder Holiday Spirit Lip Gloss Palette. Your lips will glisten and gleam in the stunning shades of the season. This limited edition product will turn you into one glowing mama.

giveaway-lip-gloss.jpg

And finally, this oh-so-necessary book, “Dear Peppers and Pollywogs… What Parents Want to Know About Planning Their Kids’ Parties.” We all know the stress of planning a birthday party for your little one. Finally, some help. Author Lisa Kothari believes no matter the budget or limited time, a great kids’ party can be planned.

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In order to enter to win, you must come to my house and blow out my hair straight as a pin while I read Elle magazine and drink cafe mochas. As if!

Oh no.. it’s much easier that that. 3 simple steps.

1. You need to be subscribed to the mama bird diaries. I mean, it’s free and fun. Plus, my deep thoughts come right to your inbox. How freakin’ convenient is that? Just enter your email address on the right hand side of the screen and follow the instructions from there.

2. Please post a comment on the mama bird diaries this week. Absolutely no pressure to be clever, witty or super duper smart (even though I know you are all those things.) Feel free to write, “give me that damn stuff.”

3. Later in the week, you will be asked to forward a post to a friend. But before you wig out – I won’t be able to see who you’re sending it to. So no worries, you won’t be selling out your friends. But seriously, if I WAS going to sell out my friends.. I might just do it for these goodies. Details later in the week on this step.

Good luck mamas.


Dec
09
2007

Today’s post is a hybrid (you know, it’s an eco thing). First, sparkling, clever commentary. Then, the dishy details of the mama bird giveaway package. Why do you deserve a chance to win all these FREE goodies? Because you’re a super fab, sassy, working-her-ass-off kind of mama. That’s why.

So I begin…

stuart-little-2.jpgThe little bastard is back. You know who I’m talking about. On Saturday, Rick headed to New Jersey with 3 year-old Dylan, leaving me and nearly 1 year-old Summer protecting the homefront. No problem. We were ready. The pest control guy came this past week, dropped poison and filled holes. Apparently, there was a gaping hole behind our fridge that a dog (never mind a few mice) could sashay through. Plus, a sign that read, “Welcome to the mouse bed and breakfast. Free continental breakfast served daily.” Hole filled. Vacancy sign removed.

Not long after Rick left on Saturday – I saw him again. That furry little critter raced through the kitchen. I screamed. Loudly. It does seem uncanny that EVERY time Rick leaves the apartment, the mouse reappears. I’ve never seen both of them here at the same time. Hmm… I’m just saying. That tidbit aside, I was HYSTERICAL. Really. Nervous break-down material. I called Rick sobbing, insisting we move into a hotel. The Hotel Gansevoort is just up the block. A quick check of availability. Only $678 a night. O.k., Plan B.

My neighbor offered the services of his cat. Perfect. Then he just happened to mention that when this kitty catches a mouse, she likes to bring it to you in bed as a gift. Scrap that. Fast. So once again, crappy Plan C. One of our building staff came up and laid those tantalizing glue traps.

And later that afternoon… there he was. Stuck to the glue trap. Going nowhere but still moving. I think I’m going to throw-up. I’m really not a “glue trap” kind of girl. I’m more of a “staying at the Hotel Gansevoort” kind of gal. Thankfully, my super Kent came and took the little rodent away. Kent always has extremely helpful things to say like, “Hey, at least it’s not a rat. I see tons of rats coming out of the construction site next door. If we had rats, we’d all have to move out.” Yah, that’s great. Now I’m envisioning mice AND their rather large, creepy cousins, rats.

I really am in full mouse post traumatic stress syndrome mode. Every shadow, every reflection, every elmo toy is a scampering rodent. Oh please, oh goddess of all mice, please let that be the last time I see one of these creatures in my apartment. Let them play happily outside. Let them find warm shelter elsewhere. Or let them all die a peaceful, tranquil death far away from me. That’s my wish for this most joyous and merry of holiday seasons.

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Let me tell you about our fab.u.lous giveaway package. One lucky mama bird reader will win the following…

A beautiful toby + rei bamboo and organic cotton fleece baby blanket in chocolate. This soft, eco-friendly blanket ($60 value) is perfect for wrapping up your little baby. Also, a scrumptious baby gift.

giveaway-blanket.jpg

These adorable, fun gloveables from Feather Your Nest. What could make cleaning more fun than these too sweet waterproof gloves? Finally, something to smile about when you’re washing all those dishes. And helps keep your mama hands nice and soft.

giveaway-pink-gloves.jpg

This Poco Bag by Bumpkins from EcoStyle Baby. It’s a perfect little bag for your cell, keys and cash when traveling with tots to the coffee shop. For those times when you don’t want to lug around that big purse. Plus, EcoStyle Baby is offering a 10% discount to all mama bird readers. Simply put in the discount code,”MamaBird.” Good til the end of January.
giveway-poco-bag.jpg

The Estee Lauder Holiday Spirit Lip Gloss Palette. Your lips will glisten and gleam in the stunning shades of the season. This limited edition product will turn you into one glowing mama.

giveaway-lip-gloss.jpg

And finally, this oh-so-necessary book, “Dear Peppers and Pollywogs… What Parents Want to Know About Planning Their Kids’ Parties.” We all know the stress of planning a birthday party for your little one. Finally, some help. Author Lisa Kothari believes no matter the budget or limited time, a great kids’ party can be planned.

giveaway-peppers-and-pollywogs.jpg

Details coming tomorrow on how you can win all this divine booty.

Our contributing mama Jordana Bales thought pregnancy would be the mother of all science experiments. Click on “contributing mamas” under the menu bar to read her itchy notes from the underbelly.

We have a new feature called askamama. This means you get to ask.a.mama anything you want. Send your question to kelcey@mamabirddiaries.com and I will post it. Then (and this is the very best part), other moms will share their brilliance. Don’t you almost feel better already? Don’t let your panties be in a bunch for a moment longer. Shoot me an email. Don’t want your name posted? No problem.

Meanwhile, new mama Rachel is looking for advice on soothing her darling yet demanding newborn. Click on askamama on the menu bar and help a gal out.

It’s the season to give. But how do you pick the best charity? It’s easy when you have a watch dog in the house. Click on “drooling over this” under the menu bar for the 4-1-1 on choosing the right nonprofit.

You may have noticed that the beauty diary is no where to be found. That’s because our glam mom Alex will now be posting her beauty product must-haves in “drooling over this.” So yummy mummys, continue to drool away.

Finally, we have two winners of the FlipClips $25 gift certificates. Congratulations mama bird readers, Kristen M. and Pam F.! Even if you didn’t win, you can still get $2 off, in the month of December, by using the discount code FC989SJ2. Flip on birdies.


Dec
06
2007

What’s with all the tears? All the time. I get the baby thing. Babies have a very limited way of communicating. So I know, when nearly 1 year-old Summer wakes up for the 37th night in a row, at exactly 4:32 am, she’s crying because she wants the boobies.

Now, I’ve explained to the little lady that we really are phasing out this boob thing. Really. But she’s a stubborn gal and wants me to know that if I’m going to talk the talk, I’ve got to crawl the crawl (or something like that). So she’s testing me. I let her cry until 5 am (because that seems more like actual morning to me) and then I give her the goods. But hopefully we are making progress. I am slowly reducing the length of time she nurses. Summer continues to deem all other milk repugnant.

But when does all this sobbing peter off? My 3 year-old Dylan is a ticking tear bomb. This morning she was convulsing over the very notion of getting dressed. This afternoon – another full on, body on the floor, cranked up SOB FEST (almost as eventful as the New Orleans Jazz Fest, minus the gospel tent and crawfish po’boys). Dylan’s distress? It was too bright in her bedroom for her baby dolls to sleep. Oh. Now I see.

For the record, I offered to pull down the blackout shades and turn off the light but she remained completely distraught. I would have even sung those baby dolls a verse or two of, “Mary had a little lamb.” But Dylan wasn’t open to creative problem solving. Tears. Wails. And more tears.

I can tell you what definitely doesn’t work. Two summers ago, Rick, Dylan and I were vacationing in Italy. One afternoon, we were trying to prepare a lovely Tuscan lunch – some cheese, prosciutto, bread, salad with balsamic vinegar, olive oil and seasonings. Yum. We planned to eat it by the pool, surrounded by the rolling green Tuscan country side. I was 5 months pregnant and attempting to cut up fresh, bright tomatoes for the salad. If I couldn’t enjoy all the wine that Italy had to offer, I was going to soak up every crumb of the divine food.

tuscany-1.jpgBut Dylan would not stop crying. Endless, inconsolable crying. I finally got down on her level and screamed, “STOP CRYING RIGHT NOW.” So what happened next? Oh, she cried harder. I was immediately ashamed of my behavior. How could I give birth to another baby when I was so cruel and incapable of caring for this child? I apologized for yelling at her. And then more “sorry’s” and “I love you’s” from me. Slowly, the tears dwindled and there was peace and comfort and quiet. Lunch came later.

In some ways, there is something so beautiful and authentic about openly and immediately expressing emotions (even with kicking and screaming). We adults are so buttoned up and conditioned to keep our tears tucked inside. So Dylan and Summer will cry if they want to. Even simultaneously at times. But still, a day without tears would be magical. Peace. Comfort. And quiet.

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Next week, I have a fabulous giveaway package to tell you about. I kind of want to keep all the goodies myself but I promise, the mama bird diaries will give it away. Stay tuned for details.

And remember, if you comment on the mama bird diaries by the end of this week, you are entered to win a $25 gift certificate to Flip Clips.



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