This weekend I was oh-so-lucky to be invited to a brunch celebrating women in digital media. It was hosted by a bunch of super smart women like Dina Kaplan of blip.tv and Celia Chen of Notes on a Party. Major girl power at this shindig.
As soon as I arrive, everyone seems to be talking about this C-E-S. As I move in and out of conversations, I hear, “I am so exhausted from C-E-S.” “I had so much fun at C-E-S.” Yada. C-E-S. Yada. And I’m thinking, W-H-A-T? Finally, I get up the gumption to ask someone. Turns out it’s a Consumer Electronics Show. Oh. Kind of anti-climatic because I was sort of hoping it was an all female undercover crime fighting unit or something. But new electronics. That’s cool too. I guess.
On the very low tech side of things, a little water spilled on my cell phone and it crashed. Ok, it fell in a tub of water. More widely known as a toilet. A public toilet. With urine in it. Thankfully, MY urine. Yes, I fished it out. Wouldn’t you? I can’t believe that
Dylan Summer I did that. Yes, I had the phone in my back pocket. Well, NOW I know it’s not very smart to keep it there.
So I, with the two girls in tow, make a visit to the cell phone store today. I’m in the middle of the transaction when 3 year-old Dylan says, “I have to poop.” I basically ignore this statement, hoping it will just go away. Then Dylan starts setting up her portable potty in the middle of the store (she really likes this portable thing and apparently, she really needs to poop). I’m all about convenience but this does strike me as a tad inappropriate so I ask the store clerk if they have a bathroom. This is New York. So, of course, the answer is no. He says, it’s too dirty for a child to use. I highly doubt it’s worse than any Starbucks bathroom in the city but no time to get into it with this man who has my cell phone destiny in his hands.
So, I leave the clerk with my new phone so he can do his activating, sim card techy thing and I head outside with Dylan, Summer and the potty. Girlfriend goes number 2, in her potty, on congested 7th avenue and 14th street. Does anyone care? This is New York. So, of course, no. Dylan finishes and says, “I’m just like (our dog) Martini.” Yes, honey, you poop on the sidewalk like Martini. Evidently, I’m raising Dylan to be a dog.
When we return, I say to the store clerk, “So I bet that’s the first time someone left your store for a few minutes so they could go poop.” He replies, “no, it’s the second.” Oh, right, I forgot. This is New York.
mama bird notes
First, my apologies. There have been some problems with my feed service and I’m sorry if you were notified about old, so over, been-there-done-that posts. I’m trying really, really, really hard (with the help of savvy computer professionals) to make sure it doesn’t happen again.
Just a reminder about this week’s stylin’ mama bird giveaway. In order to enter to win the cool, free stuff:
1. Comment on the mama bird diaries this week.
2. Send a mama bird post to a friend. Cool mamas don’t spam so don’t worry, you aren’t selling out your gal pals. Just click on the pink “send to a friend” box at the bottom of this post and follow the directions from there.
One oh-so-lucky mama bird fan will win ALL of the following…
A super cute kid’s t-shirt from Little Green Star. You show them who has the coolest kid on the block with a “My dad recycles more than your dad” t-shirt. Size: 4T. So green and groovy for your offspring or makes a terrific gift.
This yummy peppermint set, from Butterfly Buggas, includes everywhere spray, all natural handmade soap, whipped body butter and a body pouf. It’s all made by one creative, talented mama and smells simply divine.
“Daughter of the Bride” by Francesca Segrè. This truly entertaining novel is based on Franchesca’s real life experience as the daughter of the bride. This girl (29 and single at the time) walked into bridal salons with her mother and had to explain that her MOTHER was the one shopping for the big white dress.
Herbal Serenity Show of Hands Instant Manicure. By January, my hands are so crazy dry. Lotion alone just doesn’t do it. But this exfoliating scrub leaves hands soft, smooth and moisturized. Just ask beauty mama Alex. She’s a fan too.
And a Sephora metallic make-up bag. Color: silver. The perfect way to carry your make-up essentials and it’s thin enough to throw in practically any purse. It’s also great as an evening clutch. Throw in your keys, phone, cash and credit card, wave goodbye to the babysitter and you are off.
So good luck birdies!