March 2011 Archive

How to be a successful Mommy Blogger – Part 1 of 3

So… nobody really asked me, but judging from my phone ringing off the hook with media requests, top brands spamming my inbox begging me to do their giveaways and having to go outside last night and wrap bright yellow “Police Line – Do Not Cross” tape around my house, you are probably wondering just what it takes to be a successful, A-list, household name Mommy blogger. 

Okay, so one person asked.  And I’m so glad you did, because everyone else is just waaaay too shy about asking me this particular question.  You shouldn’t be.  I’m really very approachable despite what you may have heard.

I should probably be paid for bestowing this advice upon you, but as a service to my readers (and the universe – you’ll see why in a sec), I will give you the gratis, red-carpet treatment.  If you really feel guilty reading my gold-plated words without giving me anything in return, I will accept payment via Paypal.  Shoot me an e-mail for instructions on how to transfer your funds.  It’s fairly easy.

Why am I writing a 3 part post about something that has nothing to do with children?  Glad you asked.  Every successful Mommy blogger that I’ve ever come across has at one time or another written a post like this, helping newbies navigate their way through the vast blogosphere.  Only I’m doing it after a mere 5 months of blogging.  Why?  Because the universe has bestowed upon me a responsibility to be of service.  And who am I to say no to the universe?

So with that, I give you my first piece of advice. 

Don’t take my advice.  The last time I looked at my StatCounter, I average +/- 300 unique readers daily and have a little over 200 “Likes” on my Facebook fan page.  (Important to note – my numbers would increase dramatically if the five people that I know in real life would just join Facebook already.)  Just to put this into perspective, the #1 family blog in America, Heather B. Armstrong’s Dooce.com (www.dooce.com), averages more than 350,000 readers daily.  Additionally, there is a fan page on Facebook called Picking My Nose that has 3,066 “Likes”.  So there you have it.  I am nowhere near successful or famous.  But I do pick my nose once in a while.  You probably do, too, and then pretend you were scratching your nostril when someone catches you.  Don’t worry – your secret is safe with me.

You need to have writing talent.  Not the kind where your Mom looked at your short story from 4th grade entitled, “Cyndi’s Big Day” and called all of her friends to gush about how you’re the next Judy Blume.  Real talent. 

Side note: My short story was a mystery called “Thread For A Needle” and believe me, it would totally kick your short story’s ass.

Humor is a mustI have a friend who says she hates seeing comedy acts because she has no sense of humor.  I’m pretty sure she’s missing a few genes on the Humor Chromosome.  No, I don’t know which chromosome number that is.  It’s been eons since I learned that crap in Science.  Sue me. 

But seriously, popular bloggers take some heavy criticism at time from particularly racy/offensive/opinionated posts and it’s vital that they bounce back without further alienating their loyal readership.  This means you must be able to laugh at yourself.  If you can’t, you’re up sh-t’s creek without a paddle.  And I’m not going to be the one bailing you out of sh-t’s creek, because I’m stockpiling my paddles for the summer. 

You have to curse like a drunken sailor.  See that lame-o crap I wrote above – “up sh-t’s creek”?  The really good bloggers know where to place a well-timed “FUCK THAT!” or a totally random “SUCK MY PACIFIER!”  I, on the other hand, try to appeal to the Preschool Graduating Class of 2012 who will one day be reading my blog.

And with that, I will shut down this lesson for the day – there is a lot here for you to digest, take notes on and begin practicing.  (Well, at least for one of you – the one who asked me this question in the first place.)

Also, Cory hates this post and wants me to leave it unpublished because he thinks it’s nobody’s business how many people read my blog, hates when I use self-deprecating humor and thinks I’m being overly sarcastic and cocky.  To that, I simply say, you’re not my target audience – go back to watching Get Him To The Greek with all the other geniuses of the world.  Clearly, he is not bright.

The rest of you are probably wondering when I will FOCUS and actually provide you with some child-rearing advice.  That’s the sad part.  Why on Earth would you come to me for THAT? 

Morons.

(Now if you don’t have a sense of humor, me calling you a moron probably won’t go over well and I’ll drop to 198 in “Likes” on my Fan page.) 

Part 2 tomorrow. 

Be ready.

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That smile

I sat at the edge of Ryan’s bed while Cory read to him tonight. He tried to follow his fingers along with his Daddy’s on the clean white pages. The story came to an end. Ryan looked up at me and smiled. A real smile that meant “I love you so much, Mom. I know I was a complete pain in the ass today and I’m sorry. I made you want to sell me to a guy with an apple cart and I understand and won’t do it again.”  (Whatever, that’s what it looked like. You weren’t there.)

But it was a mature smile, I can’t explain it, and it made me want to jump into his arms and tell him that I love him so much that it actually hurts.

We sang songs, shared a plethora of kisses and cuddles and I left in a cloud of love, rainbows and unicorns.

From the monitor he began to sing a song he learned in Spanish at school,

Te amo Mama, te amo Mama. I love you Mom, I love you Mom.

Te amo Papa, te amo Papa. I love you Dad, I love you Dad.

Te amo hermana, te amo hermana. I love you sister, I love you sister.

He called Cory back in to do his nightly sweep for lurking monsters. Three minutes later, he was pretending to be Buzz Lightyear fighting off the evil emperor Zurg. When that scenario ran out of fuel, he pretended to be his teacher admonishing one of his friends for not listening. The friend was sent to the office and Ryan called him a “person who didn’t put on his listening ears.” The last thing I heard was a big yawn, a sigh and then silence.

How infuriating it is to have children!  I was all set to sell Ryan to the highest bidder today and then he went and made me wonder why I ever gave it a thought.

I started this blog as a way to remember the little things that the kids do that I will someday forget. I can’t imagine forgetting any of it, but I already have. It’s sad, but a part of life. It’s probably a good thing that we forget some things in particular, otherwise I’m not sure any of us would procreate and the species would die out. 

I’m sure Ryan won’t remember a damn thing I did while home with him from birth until Kindergarten.  And that SUCKS.  Pure and simple. 

But I hope he remembers the love.  That when he thinks about his family, he feels warm and safe and happy. 

Because he makes me happy. 

The purest, best kind of happy. 

Just hours after he made me want to sell him.

Manipulative bastard.

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Your 1st grader’s breasts need a little help

You know what the trouble is with young girls today?  Their breasts aren’t pushed up and separated enough.  And that just makes me MAD! 

MAD MAD MAD!!!!

Not sure if you heard about this over the weekend, but abercrombie kids (Abercrombie & Fitch’s shop for boys and girls ages 7-14) has rolled out their spring line of bathing suits and at the helm of their collection is the Ashley Push Up Triangle padded bikini top (bottoms sold separately). 

No joke.  A padded bikini top, offered up to girls as young as 7.  Because we all know your 1st grader could stand to look a little more like the women on the cover of Sports Illustrated’s Swimsuit Edition.  Duh.

The picture above contains the original name and description.  As a result of a barrage of complaints aimed at the retailer, they recently updated the product name on the site to the Ashley Striped Triangle, still described as padded, but has not pulled the product off of shelves.  Or the padding out of the top.

An additional edit was made today that omitted “padded” as a descriptor. 

Abercrombie, you’re doing a lot of work for an itty bitty booby suit.  What’s your next edit – selling the bottom only?

I think this sends a signal to young girls that they are sexual objects and to grown men that they are appropriate sexual objects.

I understand that some girls are in that in-between stage where they have budding breasts and it feels awkward for them to not fill out a bikini top.  I say that’s why there are one-piece swimsuits.  

Padded and push-up are ways that women play at “altering” their bodies.  Everyone knows that the whole point of a “push-up” is to lift, separate and enhance the breasts. Is that the lesson we want to teach our young children?  If you’re not sexy, you’re not beautiful? 

On the hypocritical side, I am more than excited for my own daughter to put on makeup and don some sequined and probably whorish-looking dance recital outfit one day.  Because I think it’s cute.  And I did it when I was little.  So why do we constantly push our children to look like, act like and dress like adults?  Where does it cross the line?  Is it cute for your baby to wear Juicy across her tush at 6 months but not at 6 years?

Abercrombie is no stranger to controversy.  They have come under fire in the past for portraying nude teenage models in sexually provocative attire in their catalogs, offering thong underwear in children’s sizes with the words “eye candy” and “wink, wink” on them, and who could forget the “Wong Brothers Laundry Service” t-shirt uproar.  Controversy is a great marketing strategy – but at what expense? 

What do you think?  Hysteria warranted or not?

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The totally pointless, self-serving, Thursday afternoon questionnaire-slash-quiz

Please show your work below and don’t copy anyone’s answers. Ready… and … begin:

1. Parenthood is ___________________.

2. The coolest party favor I ever gave out/received was ___________.

3. At 4:30 p.m. on a weekday, I usually want to ___________________.

4. Walking past Hollister freaks out all five of my senses because _________________.

5. The man who gushed about my “beautiful baby boy” at the mall did not get me to sign Alexa up at his shady modeling agency because ______________.

6. Clowns are ____________________.

7. The age when my son will tell me to f-ck off when I try to kiss his tushy is ________.

8. I should get the __________________ video camera as a replacement for the one that disappeared in Florida.

9. Although it’s great exercise, pole-dancing is not an “ideal” way to make supplemental income for your family because __________________.

10. You’re still reading this because ____________________.

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Reader Letter – Guys and Dolls

Dear Playing Mom,

Did Ryan ever play with dolls or traditional “girl” toys? My 3 year old son does, and it doesn’t bother me too much but other people make comments about it.,

Dear Reader-Who-Is-Afraid-Son-Is-Gay,

Yes. Ryan has a baby doll named “Goopy” who has a penis and functional bladder thanks to my friend LB. She gave it to him for his 1st Birthday. He pushed that doll around in a stroller until he was 3. I’m sure he still would if the stroller didn’t break. I’m also sure Goopy will get a second chance at action when Lexi starts with the stroller crap. Let those “other people” (your parents, right?) make comments. Playing with dolls won’t make your son gay, contrary to what they may think. If he’s gay, he was gay on the day he was born. Dolls didn’t do it to him.

Oh yeah – Ryan watches My Little Pony and has told me numerous times that he wishes he were a girl so that he could wear those sparkly light-up Skechers and have a Strawberry Shortcake RC vehicle that he sees on commercials. He also loves crashing his matchbox cars, lasering everything like he’s Buzz Lightyear, fighting crime with his Superman and playing with dinosaurs. My take? He spends a lot of time with Mommy, a nurturer, and Daddy, a (semi)evolved man who wears pink on occasion and likes cuddling as much as wrestling. I think that the key to our boys becoming good friends, citizens, husbands and Daddies is to allow them to show emotion, rather than constantly hearing the call to “toughen up”. Girls don’t get nearly the reaction as boys when they play with trucks, dress like “tomboys” or watch shows starring superheroes.  We should allow our sons’ play to cross traditional gender lines without having them fear our disapproval.

-PM

Goopy on Ryan's "minibike"

Feeding Goopy his bottle

P.S. If your son is older and seems uncomfortable in his own skin, you may enjoy reading Sarah Hoffman’s blog. She is Playing Mom to a gender non-conforming boy and chronicles her experience with raising him in today’s world. Some people take issue with Sarah writing about her child in a public forum that may one day follow him in unflattering ways, be he gay or straight. It’s not my job to judge her decisions, so feel free to take a look if you’re so inclined: http://www.sarahhoffmanwriter.com/ and http://www.sarahhoffmanwriter.com/sarah-hoffmans-blog/

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AAP: Toddlers in rear-facing seat until age 2, booster until at least 8

Ryan coming home from the hospital

From www.healthychildren.org, the AAP’s site for parents:

New advice from the American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP) will change the way many parents buckle up their children for a drive.

In a new policy published in the April 2011 issue of Pediatrics (published online March 21), the AAP advises parents to keep their toddlers in rear-facing car seats until age 2, or until they reach the maximum height and weight for their seat. It also advises that most children will need to ride in a belt-positioning booster seat until they have reached 4 feet 9 inches tall and are between 8 and 12 years of age.

The previous policy, from 2002, advised that it is safest for infants and toddlers to ride rear-facing up to the limits of the car seat, but it also cited age 12 months and 20 pounds as a minimum. As a result, many parents turned the seat to face the front of the car when their child celebrated his or her first birthday.

“Parents often look forward to transitioning from one stage to the next, but these transitions should generally be delayed until they’re necessary, when the child fully outgrows the limits for his or her current stage,” said Dennis Durbin, MD, FAAP, lead author of the policy statement and accompanying technical report.

“A rear-facing child safety seat does a better job of supporting the head, neck and spine of infants and toddlers in a crash, because it distributes the force of the collision over the entire body,” Dr. Durbin said. “For larger children, a forward-facing seat with a harness is safer than a booster, and a belt-positioning booster seat provides better protection than a seat belt alone until the seat belt fits correctly.”

While the rate of deaths in motor vehicle crashes in children under age 16 has decreased substantially – dropping 45 percent between 1997 and 2009 – it is still the leading cause of death for children ages 4 and older. Counting children and teens up to age 21, there are more than 5,000 deaths each year. Fatalities are just the tip of the iceberg; for every fatality, roughly 18 children are hospitalized and more than 400 are injured seriously enough to require medical treatment.

New research has found children are safer in rear-facing car seats. A 2007 study in the journal Injury Prevention showed that children under age 2 are 75 percent less likely to die or be severely injured in a crash if they are riding rear-facing.

“The ‘age 2’ recommendation is not a deadline, but rather a guideline to help parents decide when to make the transition,” Dr. Durbin said. “Smaller children will benefit from remaining rear-facing longer, while other children may reach the maximum height or weight before 2 years of age.”

Children should transition from a rear-facing seat to a forward-facing seat with a harness, until they reach the maximum weight or height for that seat. Then a booster will make sure the vehicle’s lap-and-shoulder belt fit properly. The shoulder belt should lie across the middle of the chest and shoulder, not near the neck or face. The lap belt should fit low and snug on the hips and upper thighs, not across the belly. Most children will need a booster seat until they have reached 4 feet 9 inches tall and are between 8 and 12 years old.

Children should ride in the rear of a vehicle until they are 13 years old.

Although the Federal Aviation Administration permits children under age 2 to ride on an adult’s lap on an airplane, they are best protected by riding in an age- and size-appropriate restraint.

“Children should ride properly restrained on every trip in every type of transportation, on the road or in the air,” Dr. Durbin said.

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F-CKING AWESOME

I’m in Alexandria, VA for the weekend visiting my dear friend who is due to have a baby girl 11 days from now.  Cory (bless his soul) is home with the kids and I am here by myself.  You heard me.  By myself.  Do you know how AWESOME this is? 

No?  

I’ll enlighten you.

1. In the past four years, I have rewound myself into illiteracy.  It’s like when you haven’t had sex in a long time and think it’s somehow possible to reclaim your virginity.  Well, I haven’t read a book (without falling asleep ten minutes later) in years.  Yesterday, I sat on a train and read an entire book – cover to cover.  Of course, it was one of my loser self-help books about sibling rivalry, but whatever.  It was a book.

2. This morning, I woke up to a heavily pregnant woman saying, “Dani?  It’s time to get up.”  She was not on a monitor.  She did not need a bottle.  She said it sweetly and softly and didn’t repeat herself over and over again with increasing volume.  It was also 11:22 a.m.

3.  I have taken to cursing with abandon.  The trash that is coming out of my mouth is something that doesn’t make me proud.  But it’s fucking awesome.  You heard me.  FUCKING. AWESOME.

4.  I have been finishing sentences.  Having complete conversations.  Chewing while I eat.  Not looking at the clock.  No laundry, dishes or housework.  Haven’t seen a toy in hours.  Went out to dinner and had a glass of wine.  Got two iced coffees today.  Two!  Sat outside on a bench in the sun and laughed at some Mom wearing one baby and chasing after the other.  HA HA HA, you poor sweaty bastard!

So my friend has this entire new world ahead of her – it’s beyond exciting to see her this way.  I gave her a duffel bag of Alexa’s finest clothing and we washed, folded and hung everything up.  We did some last-minute shopping, some returns and other errands.  I remember being in that crazy in-between place - knowing that my life was about to change but not having a clue how it would.  Feeling like a ticking time bomb.  So uncomfortable that I wanted the baby out but scared to move onto the next phase.  Thinking the baby couldn’t possibly grow any larger or stretch me any further.

My friend has 11 days (though I bet her husband $20 it will be less) to enjoy the freedoms that I’m so relishing at the moment.  She has no clue how good she has it.

She also has no clue how good I have it.

I may whine from time to time about the things I’m not as free to do anymore since having kids.  Being here is like being on a surreal vacation.  And here’s what I think about any vacation – great place to visit, wouldn’t want to live there. 

At least not permanently. 

I can’t wait until my friend joins the ranks of the illiterate virgins that we are and longs for the days when she could pee in peace, wake up to an alarm clock and enjoy a full adult conversation without pausing to wipe someone’s a$$.  Because when you really get down to it, watching a little being that you created walking and talking on this Earth is as close as you can get to perfection.  And I wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

But for a few days?

FUCKING. AWESOME.

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Mad, Mad World

I’m thinking of embedding some kind of electronic sensor in my children’s arms so that I know where they are at all times.  Who they’re with.  What they’re saying.  If they’re in danger.

I am a control freak in a world that is spinning out of control.

Maybe it has always been this way and it didn’t enrage every fiber of my being because I was only responsible for myself.  I was obsessed with the kidnapping and subsequent “happy ending” of Elizabeth Smart, sickened by the senseless death of Laci Peterson and infuriated by the secret life of Wolfgang Priklopil and his incarceration of daughter Natascha Kampusch.  I’m currently raging about bullying in schools and 11-year-olds becoming pregnant.

A recent rash of stories has me even more inclined to place a giant bubble around my home and never let my children out of my sight, yet even as I write this, Ryan is gearing up to take a bus home.  A bus!  Wasn’t there just a Chinatown bus driver who killed two people and injured dozens more this past weekend?  Sigh. 

Our brains are wired to “push aside” a certain measure of fear so that we can go about our normal lives.  But a parent’s brain must look like a jumble of exploding red wires upon reading the following:

Where do these people come from?  Could their lives have turned out differently?  How many lives are ruined by these senseless acts?

I blame parents.  I blame pornography.  I blame parents.  I blame the media.  I blame parents.  I blame violence.  I blame parents.  I blame lack of education.  I blame parents.  I blame greed and entitlement.  I blame parents.  I blame reality TV.  I blame parents

I’m so sick of hearing and saying “the world is going to hell.”  I want to be part of the solution. 

So, what is it?

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Sibling Rivalry

 

I confess – I’m a junkie when it comes to self-help parenting books.  I know many people who think it’s a waste of time, but when I feel clueless about a topic, it helps me to see what others have done before me. 

I hadn’t opened up a parenting book since Ryan was 2+ and going through a hitting phase, but I’ve recently begun reading Siblings Without Rivalry by Adele Faber and Elaine Mazlish and found myself highlighting a good deal of information.  After all, I am an only child and I don’t really get the sibling relationship. 

According to the authors through their years of research and discussions with countless parents, the root of sibling rivalry is the intense desire to be the one, the only, object of your parents’ attention and that a child will do whatever it takes - good or bad - to get that attention.  There are tips galore on how to diffuse the raw and painful emotions a child feels when a newcomer joins the family and how to channel those emotions through safe outlets.  It’s not just about childhood relationships, either.  It’s about how these relationships can help shape a person’s view of themselves and even their decisions as adults.  I do like the book so far, and truly believe that having an outlet for those emotions (and getting them out into the open) can ultimately create a stronger bond among siblings, but I’m not 100% sold yet.

Just today I had a chance to put some of the suggestions into action when I was holding Lexi and feeding her.  Ryan decided he wanted to be held too, and let me know by transforming into a baby, complete with “Mama lap!  MA-MA. Lappy!” 

I said to him that I understood how sometimes it’s hard to share Mommy with his sister, to which he nodded.  And then complained more.  And talked like a baby. 

To which I explained that I used to hold him when he was a baby to feed him and that I still hold him when we do lots of things and will again after Lexi is finished.  To which he nodded.  And then kept on whining about it.

So instead of using another tool from the book, my next thought was to tell him to act like a big boy and get used to the fact that his sister is here.  I mean, really.  There’s being sensitive to his emotions and then there’s coddling.  I know he’s only a few weeks shy of 4 years old, but I can’t imagine having some serious talk every time he’s jealous. 

Isn’t this life? 

I plan to treat my kids as individuals – won’t compare report cards or talents, won’t expect more of one than the other, but life isn’t all rainbows and smiley stickers. 

As parents, I know that we are that safe haven where our children can act on these emotions and feel comfortable in their vulnerability.  But at some point, after indulging their emotions for a while, isn’t it okay to tell them to knock it off?

Help me out here.  Do you remember specific jealous feelings regarding your sibling(s)?  How did your parents make the situation better?  Worse?  What do you wish they would have said or done?

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First Steps

Our baby girl took her first steps today!  Congratulations, Alexa.

March 12, 2011 – 10.5 months old
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