Friday, May 31, 2013

The Facebook Effect

My friend Debra has a term called, "The Facebook Effect" to which she describes this way: Facebook is everyone's highlight reel.

Very few people will log into Facebook and say, "Hey, this week was really frustrating, and now I want to sit on my couch".

That's just not exciting.

Instead, they fill it with pictures of parties, and fun places they visit and snippets of the happiest moments of life.  This is great, but not altogether realistic.

I share this phenomenon because it sort of feeds into my reason for not blogging lately.  While life is great, it has also been very difficult lately. And so, it felt to me like I shouldn't share those frustrations because it's not 'Facebook worthy'.  However, I shared this with a friend and she reminded me that I should probably share reality as opposed to furthering the Facebook effect.

And so here it is....

Mollie has had a string of illnesses since her hospitalization this past winter. She has had some breathing issues, swallowing issues (and being so darn cute I want to squish her face at every moment issues). After weekly trips to the doctors office we are on to a specialist who is trying to help her...and us...breathe easier.

Here is my little monkey...after a full day of doctors appointments during which we were not allowed to feed her from 9:00am - 3:00pm....passed out asleep after finally being allowed to eat.  Milk and barium drunk.

We decided to try selling our house for some silly reason so the poor baby's toys are all put away. We went to a friend's house last weekend and she had a blast playing with all of their baby toys.  My poor child. She gets 1 rattle because we don't want to make the house messy.  We now decided to say, "screw keeping the house clean...a baby needs toys."   Have I mentioned it's really hard to sell a house with a baby and two dogs?

She learned to drive a car. She's very advanced.

She hates food. Solids are not going well. She literally hates everything. Sometimes we can get her to eat yogurt, but not willingly. She loves her milk, but hates solids. They say this is normal. I'm a Jewish mama, my kid needs to like food. It's a prerequisite. We love to eat. She needs to learn to like food.

Did I mention she's hilarious and lovable and sweet?

We both work very full time jobs. And we want to spend every possible second with our child. That is difficult. So, we race home from work every night, pick up the baby, and play. We roll on the ground with her, and take her on walks around the lake, sing made up songs and try to get her to say something other than "ba-ba-ba", "ah-be, ah-be" and "da-da-da".   If she can drive, then surely she should be able to form complete sentences...

And...she turned 7 months!  Oh how she has changed! So far month 7 is the best one yet.  The best, but hard.

So there it is, life in a nutshell. The good, the bad and the ugly. And sometimes the lines between the good, bad and ugly blur. But at the end of the day, it's all good.

Monday, May 20, 2013

A busy mom's dream

I am a new mom. But, I don't really want to look like a new mom.

I really like to shower. Wear clean clothes. Look presentable.

I work in a professional office, and I believe image is important. I really do not want to show up to work everyday wearing clothes that don't fit, have spit up all over them, and look like I found them at the bottom of the hamper.   At least not everyday.

However, given the choice of activities, I would always choose playing with my daughter over shopping for new clothing.

After I went back to work, I really needed some fresh clothes in my office but could not find time, energy, or desire to go shopping.
And, when I finally did, I would buy the same things over and over.

I have approximately 25 black tank tops, 7 pink v-neck sweaters, 5 navy cardigans and 6 black skirts

Please don't ever let me buy any of these things again.

Enter Stitch Fix.

One of my mama friends, who is also a blogger, found this online styling service and she blogged about it: Laura's Blog

I was intrigued, and signed up immidiatly. It seemed pretty low risk. Pay $20 for someone to research you, and send you clothing that they thought would fit your body type, personality and profession.  If I bought something, that $20 was deducted from my purchase.

Basically a dream come true.

It seemed a little too good to be true.

I thought the clothes would be awful, ugly, poor quality, generic and wouldn't fit.  I was so wrong. I was absolutely delighted to find that everything in the box was unique, fit (except one dress that was shorter than I am comfortable wearing), was absolutely my style, and absolutely fit my needs.

The best thing is that they include styling cards which tell you two different ways to wear the article of clothing. Typically, it demonstrates one casual option, and one work option for each article of clothing.

In the first box, I kept 3 of the items (shown below) and in my second box, I kept everything. They give you a 25% discount if you keep it all, and each article of clothing is very reasonably priced.

I cannot tell you how much I love this service.  Fresh clothes arrive at my doorstep whenever I ask. They fit within my comfort zone, but are not things that I would typically pick, which is good.

I had a friend in High School who told me that when I'm shopping, I should consider if the article of clothing that I am purchasing fulfills a different category in my closet that I don't already have. I am terrible at this.  I love blue tee shirts. And grey hoodies. And pink V-neck sweaters. And navy jackets. can even tell them to send you clothes for a particular event. Example: Please send me 5 dresses that would be appropriate for a summer wedding in a garden.   or  Please send me casual clothing for an upcoming trip to Arizona where each item is no more than $60.

Use this link if you want to give it  a try and let me know what you think!
Stitch Fix

Items in my first Stitch Fix box:

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

First solo trip

Tomorrow morning, Jeremy and I embark on our first trip without the baby.

We tried to spend a night away once before and I chickened out and couldn't do it.

I believe it is the right thing to do. I believe it's good for Mollie and I.

But I absolutely do not want to leave my baby.

I know I need to do this. I know it is a part of being a parent. Sometimes you have to leave your child with their over qualified, insanely loving and adoring, very-Mollie-comfortable, grandparents.

But that does not make this any easier to do.

We are going away for 2 nights to Las Vegas (no, we don't gamble but we love Vegas. It's a fun place to go) and you would think we are leaving her for a month.

But still it breaks my heart to be away from my child.  I know this is normal. But I tend to experience emotions a little stronger than the average person.

We went out of town when our oldest dog, Punky, was young and left her at the Pet Hotel. I cried all the way to the Pet Hotel. Cried through the intake. And then cried all the way to the airport.

I think I'm the one with the attachment disorder. If it was possible, I would bring both of my dogs, Jeremy and my mom everywhere I go.  Now, Mollie is added to that list.

But we will do this. And I know it is the right thing to do. And that doesn't make it any easier.

But seriously...with a face like this...would you want to leave her???