Thankful.

For sweet smiles…

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And even the not-so-sweet not-so-smiles.

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For Chubby Cheeks,

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even when I don’t like my own chubby cheeks.

For memories made with friends,

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And memories made with family…

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Even when those memories…rot.

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For a big sister’s excitement,

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For a husband’s amazing love,

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And for getting to watch my daughter enjoy that same love.

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Even for my ever-growing belly…

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…And especially for our growing family.

Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup;
you make my lot secure.
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance.
I will praise the Lord, who counsels me;
even at night my heart instructs me.
I keep my eyes always on the Lord.
With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.
Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices.

~ Psalm 16

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Phantom Baby.

This is one of those posts that’s going to either make you think that I’m a bit crazy, or you’re going to say “YES!!! I’ve experienced that! I’m glad I’m not the only crazy one!”

(So, I guess either way, you’re going to think I’m crazy.)

Oh well.

Chris and I encountered a strange phenomenon when Ali was a baby.  And, although the event itself was odd, we found it even more bizarre that all of our friends had experienced the exact same thing.

Phantom Baby.

You know that piercing, wailing, unignorable newborn scream….and how it seeps into your very pores and your soul is sucked dry within five minutes of it starting?

There’s something about the human brain that can’t completely flush that sound… and can make you believe you’re hearing it, loud and clear, when it’s not present.

We had many experiences with Phantom Baby.  We would be sitting on the couch, enjoying some time away from our precious sleeping newborn, and then all of a sudden, one of us would hear it: the screaming.

We would freeze with horror and fear.

THEN, the Phantom Baby phenomenon would become contagious and spread to the other one.

We would both sit there, listening to Phantom Baby, trying to decide whether it was Real Baby or Phantom Baby.

(Not to be confused with the other bizarre experience I often experienced with Fake Baby.  Although I think that Phantom Baby and Fake Baby might possibly be evil twins, created by my obviously-damaged brain.)

Finally, one of us would begrudgingly go check on our precious infant…and she would be sound asleep.

Phantom Baby.

So, we’re mentally preparing ourselves to deal with Phantom Baby Number Two, as newborn screams will assuredly be filling our houses and sucking our souls dry very soon.

And, oddly enough, I think my sub conscience is very nearly ready … because I experienced a brand new phenomenon a couple nights ago.

Phantom Kid.

I was sitting on the couch, being a total sloth enjoying some nice, relaxing quiet time, and I heard…

“I need to go teeeee-teeeee!!!!!”

It was way too late for Ali to still be awake.

But then it was again…

“I NEED TO GO TEEEEE-TEEEE!!!”

So I managed to hoist my gargantuan self off the couch and head upstairs…

Only to find a completely soundly sleeping kid.

Apparently, Phantom Baby grew up into Phantom Kid.

Soon we’re going to have more Fake and Phantom occupants in our house than real ones…and I’m a little spooked.

Pure Magic – The Bright Star

With a nickname like The Magic City, you would expect there to be many magical places in the Birmingham area.  And there definitely are – the top of Vulcan, The Patio at The Club, Argyle Road overlooking the city at night, and Sloss Furnaces, to name a few.

But my pick for the most magical place in the metro area can be found right outside of Birmingham in the city of Bessemer – The Bright Star.

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There’s no other way to describe the experience of The Bright Star other than magical, because something transporting happens to me when I walk through the door – I literally feel like I stepped back into time – into a much more glamorous, romantic, and formal era.

The Bright Star has been in the same location since 1915 (and has been open since 1907, making it the oldest restaurant in Alabama), and still has the same murals on the walls that were painted that year by transient European Artists.  The many dining rooms are all beautifully antique in gorgeous hardwood paneling, mirrors, and stained glass.

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The amazing setting, plus the music playing softly as I walk into the restaurant immediately takes me somewhere else in my mind – an elegant, cultured, and sophisticated world that only exists in novels and movies.

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But, despite the fact that it is a Greek-owned restaurant and I have family ties to it (My great-grandfather worked at The Bright Star after immigrating from Greece), I almost missed it.

I had always thought of it as too far out of town and “just another old Birmingham restaurant”.  It wasn’t until our precious former neighbors, Darrel and Julie, gave us a gift certificate for The Bright Star for Christmas several years ago that we experienced it for ourselves, and learned about the magical place that it was.

And there’s definitely more to it than just the atmosphere – the food can literally be called the best in the state, as it is the only restaurant in Alabama to have won a Prestigious James Beard Award.  Their Beef Tenderloin and Greek Style Fresh Snapper (Both of which they cut and prepare themselves) are dreamlike – I almost always get one of the combination platters so that I can have them both.  But everything I’ve ever had there has been absolutely shockingly delicious!

I talked to co-owner Jimmy Koikos about his experiences at the restaurant.  His Great-Great Uncle opened it in 1907, and then sold it to Jimmy’s Dad in the 1920’s.  Jimmy started working at the restaurant when he was 13 years old, because his Father went on a three month trip to Greece and left Jimmy and his brother Nicky in charge.  And, except for his time at The University, Jimmy has been working here ever since.

Jimmy and his brother and co-owner, Nicky, can always be seen in the restaurant, and make an amazing effort to know their customers.  I asked Jimmy what percentage of their clientele were regulars, and he said that of the 4,000 people they serve a week, he knew 35-40% of them by name.

And besides the amazing way they treat their customers,  their employees are just as happy.  They have employees that have been working for them for 27, 32, and 45 years!

Many celebrities have frequented the restaurant over the years, including one that got his favorite private booth named after him, Bear Bryant:

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(And yes, if you really want a magical night, you can reserve any of their private booths for your dinner.)

Although our trips to The Bright Star are usually reserved for dates, I went for lunch last week and took my Mom and Ali along.  It was Ali’s first visit – and I swear she felt the magic, too.

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Disclosure: I was not compensated nor asked to write this post.  I simply wanted to share the most magical place in our city with all of you, and hope that if you live nearby, you will experience the magic for yourself.


p.s. – When you go to The Bright Star, ask to be seated in Darla’s section.  She’s the best waitress in town – you won’t regret it!!

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Where do you find to be the most magical place in your city, restaurant or not?
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C (hristmas) before E (aster) but NEVER before T (hanksgiving).

There are two types of people in the world: Holiday Liberalists and The Holiday Police.

The Liberalest of the Holiday Liberalists consist of the people who choose to start playing Christmas music in stores, put the decorations out in malls, and start selling Christmas Candy, all on the day after Halloween.

(Oh, and of course Hallmark that starts selling ornaments on July 1st.  The Hallmarks are the undisputed Liberalist Royal Family.)

The Holiday Police are those who believe that never ever should you even mention the C word until after Thanksgiving – nay, maybe not even until December 1st.

And, thus, the two factions immediately begin their war each year at the end of October, spouting off indignant statements in each other’s general direction.

From the Police regarding the Liberalists…

“I can’t believe that there are Christmas decorations up ALREADY!!!  What about Thanksgiving?!!?!?

(as if there aren’t Christmas decorations up at this point every year.)

From the Liberals to the Police…

“Oh, don’t be such a Grinch!  Thanksgiving IS part of the Christmas season!!!”

(Horrified Gasps ensue from The Police.)

I was raised in a Holiday Police Household.  We spent the month of November putting red and brown and orange feathers in our quilted Turkey each day, signifying what we were thankful for.  We didn’t dare start our Christmas lists or ask for Christmas music until after the Cornucopious Holiday of Thanksgiving was over, along with it’s trailing long weekend.

(I think my Mom might have even hidden the Sears Dream Book until the appropriate time for us to have thoughts of such things.)

But I married a definite Holiday Liberalist.  Always excited about Christmas in the most Griswold of fashions, my husband loves to “get just a little head start on the Christmas decorations” … “You know, because we’ll be so busy Thanksgiving weekend and all.  And wouldn’t the house look pretty to be lit up ON Thanksgiving night??”

And I have to admit, as much as it’s going to break my Holiday Police Mom’s heart, after almost ten years of marriage, he’s completely won me over.

(Although I do have a fair amount of guilt over the fact that I have done no fallish-colored Turkey Feathers of Thankfulness with Ali.)

The logic that tipped the scales this year was when he reminded me that “we’re going to miss a whole week of Christmas while we’re in the hospital having Noah – we need to get started celebrating as early as possible if we’re going to have a proper Christmas!”

And so, for the first time ever, I started playing Christmas music…on my own…Last Week.

(Shameful, I know.  I can feel my Mother’s saddened, distressed, and tear-filled eyes upon me as I type.)

And, since I knew the flammably controversial issue that this sort of musical behavior was, I mentioned it on Facebook (citing my least favorite Christmas songs and asking what everyone else’s were), just for the pure entertainment of watching the arguments pour in, as people right and left identified themselves by their objections or cheers as Holiday Police or Holiday Liberalists.

It was pure Facebook War awesomeness.

But in our family, it is official: the Christmas holidays are in full swing.

And so, if you pass our house, you might see that our Christmas lights are already up.

And, if Chris finds the time, you might even see our Christmas tree in the window very soon.

And, because he wants to make sure to raise another little Liberalist just like him, you might even see a very happy little girl, staring wondrously and gleefully at her already decorated-for-the-holidays dollhouse:

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…And I have a feeling I may have just won myself the inheritance of that Quilted Turkey from my childhood…after all, The Christmas Police don’t let people leave their party easily, especially when the fate of their Grandchildren’s holiday loyalty is at stake.

Reverse Child Abuse: A Plight Ignored.

Every parent suffers abuse from their child on a weekly, if not daily, and sometimes hourly (depending on the child or number of children involved in inflicting said abuse) basis.

This plight goes far too unnoticed.

It’s time that someone took a stand for Reverse-Child-Abuse and brought those issues to the forefront.

Besides the constant internal kicking, straining, and pressing on things that ought not be pressed on by Noah, I also often suffer at the hands of Ali.

Here’s some cases of abuse I’ve suffered over the past couple of months:

1. Child playing silently in bed so as to fool me me into thinking that she’s napping obediently, when she’s really waiting for the perfect tortuous moment, an hour into her non-nap, to dash all of my optimism of said nap by talking calmly in her obviously not-napping, clear-as-day voice.

2. While coloring with child, child lets me color a perfectly beautiful picture by myself, all in the lines, all while she happily colors on her own picture. Child then waits patiently for me to walk out of the room, and THEN decides to help me out with my picture, making sure to scribble through every part of my formerly-so-therapeutically-colored masterpiece.

3. Watching cartoons with unbelievably stick-like-molasses-in-your-mind theme songs, then child absolutely refusing to let me break out into song with them, despite the fact that I CAN NOT erase them from my mind no matter how hard I try.

4. Child having unbelievably sculpted abs and a flatter belly than I ever dreamed of. With a Three Year Old Six-pack. All while my stomach gets larger, more unwieldy, and more impossibly and irreversibly stretched.

5. While having a cold, child starting to say that her ears hurt. Being very specific with where the pain is coming from and when it hurts, making me suspect an ear infection. After an hour and a half of waiting room and exam room time and RIGHT BEFORE the doctor walks into the room, telling me matter-of-factly that she was just pretending – her ears don’t really hurt.

6. Child making me eat the nastified combination of Skittles and M&M’s simultaneously, so that I can bite them in half and show her the middles.

Yes, reverse child abuse is painful. It is tragic. And there is nothing that we as parents can do about it, but we don’t have to suffer silently. At least we have each other…

What’s cases have you suffered from lately?

Build-A-Bear Workshop Stocking Stuffing Giveaway!

Build-A-Bear Workshop sent Ali and I on a mission: to stuff a stocking full of their Holiday Collection.  Right now through November 24th, they have a promotion going that when you spend $30, you also get a free stocking!

But, since Ali has MORE THAN ENOUGH (and then some,) (and then some more,) “friends”, as she calls them, I suggested to her that we get these for kids that don’t have as many toys as she does, donating them via a service project to a local low-income community through her Cubbies group.  Miraculously enough, she thought that was a fabulous idea.  So we set off on our journey…

Although Build-A-Bear is most known for the larger stuffed animals that you make in store, they have several adorable smaller options as well, which is what we focused on in our stocking stuffing mission.

One of our favorites are their Small Frys – Ali is all about “Huggable-Sized” stuffed animals.  These are 2 for $20, and come in French Fry containers with all of their “Nutritional Facts” listed on the back.

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Ali picked two Small Frys out – the Endless Hugs Teddy and Marble Monkey.

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Then we headed to check out their collection of Misfit Toys from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer:

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These were adorable too, and are $8.50 each or 3 for $18.  We picked two of those out…IMG_1609

And then, since it was only $1 more to get another, and she’d be such a great sport about picking out toys to give to other kids, I let Ali pick one Misfit Toy out for herself.

She was overcome with joy, and picked out the “dog” (which we later found out was an Elephant – apparently it’s been too long since I’ve watched Rudolph..but then again, maybe that’s why it was a Misfit Toy to begin with – is it a Dogaphant??).

After picking, she immediately named her dogaphant “Sophie”, and very strictly informed me that Sophie was a BOY.

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…with pink spots.

But at any rate, Sophie the Pink Male Dogahant and Ali are now quite inseparable.

So, if you’d like to fill your own stocking with awesome new “friends” at Build-A-Bear (or make one of their many larger holiday animals), I’ve got a $25 Gift Card to give away to one of you! Simply comment on this post to enter.

You can earn up to four extra entries if you:

  • Like Build-A-Bear Workshop on Facebook
  • Tweet, blog, OR Facebook about this giveaway
  • Subscribe to OR Follow my blog
  • Follow me on Twitter OR Facebook

(be sure to leave separate comments for your extra entries.)

Best of luck! This giveaway is open until Monday, November 29th. The winner will be randomly selected and posted on my giveaway winners page on Tuesday, November 30th.


Disclosure: I received a $30 Gift Card for the purpose of reviewing these products.  My opinions are always my own.  And I still think Ali’s Dogaphant is really a girl.

In Which Noah (Wasn’t Quite) Born in the Sky.

Last Tuesday, I went to Children’s Hospital for the morning for a Blogger Media event.  Myself and five other local bloggers (Nanci, Angie and Trish, Andre, and Val) were taken on a behind-the-scenes tour of the hospital, where we got to learn all kinds of amazing facts about our state’s only free-standing Children’s Hospital, which also happens to be one of the top 10 biggest in the nation.

I have to admit, I was a little scared of going, seeing as how I’m 5 weeks away from giving birth and didn’t know how my uber-pregnancy-emotions could handle being in a Children’s Hospital.  But even the NICU was a bright and encouraging place – no pregnancy tears came from me!  Instead of being completely and totally freaked out by all the possibilities of what could possibly go wrong (in a ephemeral-emotional-pregnant-way), I was reassured and encouraged by the unbelievably top-notch care and attentive and kind staff available in my city, lest we ever need it.

And, when I first arrived, they washed away all my fears by telling us some very, very exciting news: They were going to take us up in the Lifesaver helicopter.

If you’ve been around awhile, you’re probably aware that I LOVE heights.  Sure – they scare me a wee bit, but the rush far outweighs my fears.  So the thought of going up in a Helicopter for the first time in my life thrilled me to my soul.

So we took the elevator up to the forbidden rooftop Helipad (I’m sure our tour guides had to enter some super-secret code along with their retina and fingerprint scans to access it), where we were all introduced to how shockingly small a Lifesaver helicopter really is:

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Seriously – that thing was tee-NINY.  The cockpit was this smallish hole in the front of the plane where I’m sure the pilot could only fit if he hadn’t had a large breakfast, and the back seat consisted of two smaller-than-airline-standard seats and a stretcher that had to go all the way up to the pilot to have enough room for a patient:

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I was simply stunned that they were able to work on the most critical patients in such a tiny space.

And, to make it even more shocking, they told us that if they had a baby that they were transporting, they had to remove one of the seats to make room to bolt an isolet in, which meant that either the in-flight nurse or the respiratory therapist had to sit in the floor in a tangled mess with the other one’s legs.

And they save people’s lives like that.

Amazing.

So they told us all about their procedures and the flights and all of the super-cool parts of their job, and then it happened.

(I really should have known it would.)

The in-flight nurse looked at me and said, “If you don’t mind, I have to get personal with you in particular for just a moment.  What trimester are you in?”

And immediately, I knew what that question meant.

I thought of the possible responses…

“What do you mean, trimester?”

“Oh – I’m just barely pregnant – there’s just four of ‘em in there.”

“It’s not a baby! It’s a tumor.  I’ve got an appointment to have it removed after I leave here.”

But I answered, knowingly sealing my fate.

“The third.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you can’t go up.  There are extreme vibrations and high heat … we can’t run the risk of exposing you to that.”

“But you’re an in-flight nurse! On a lifesaver helicopter!!  Where could there be a safer place to give birth??”

And, with complete deadpan delivery, “Yes ma’am – We work on children.  Your baby will be fine, but I can’t guarantee the same for you.”

Of course, I accepted my fate of watching from below, and begged for a rain check, which they gladly gave me.

(And I WILL be using that rain check.  As soon as possible.)

I listened in envy as the other bloggers giddily relayed their adventures of flying over the city and circling their houses, as their families came out and waved to them with tears of joy and excitement running down their cheeks… and I dreamed of my future Helicopter ride.

On Friday, Nanci (who DID get to go up in the helicopter), brought me a cruel and torturous reminder perfect baby gift so that I could always remember who was to blame for my missed adventure:

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(And the earth toy was to know what I missed out on seeing, of course.)

Yes, this missed adventure will go in Noah’s Book of Blame right away.

Maybe they’ll let me take that rain check a little early – you know, when I get really desperate to get this kid out.  I bet all those vibrations would be as effective as an hour (or more!!) of jumping on Ali’s trampoline…

Good thing Children’s Hospital has my safety prioritized – that makes one of us.

Social Media Policy for Labor and Birth

When Ali was born nearly four years ago, I felt like a Social Media Pioneer (even though it would be a couple more years before the term “Social Media” was coined), because I was the first person I knew to nearly-real-time publish birthing information and baby photos on Facebook.

And, really, it wasn’t a big deal back then, because it was basically just me and Mark Zuckerberg that were even using Facebook, anyway.

But now I find myself a heavy social media user, which presents quite the complications and issues when it comes to big events.

I have been analyzing and pondering the specifics of how I plan to use social media for this birth, and who’s going to complain or be offended.

  • Who’s most likely to get upset if they find out via Facebook that I had a baby, rather than a personal call?
  • Who’s going to say, “Ewwwwww! TMI!” when I post a Twitter status about the birthing process?

And so, to attempt to solve all of the world’s deep problems in one document, I offer to you, my official…

Social Media Policy for Labor and Birth.

Section 1: Use of Social Media during Labor:

1.a: Updates will be provided via Twitter, Facebook, and my blog in that order in the amount of updates provided. In other words, I will have the most real-time updates on Twitter, less frequent updates on Facebook, and even less frequent updates on my blog.

1.b: Updates may be provided by me personally, my husband, or Ali, if I can teach her to tweet in the next few weeks. Updates are not promised to be witty, dramatic, or otherwise riveting, depending on how much medication is in my system, how much puking I’m doing, and whether or not I’m sliced open at the time.

1.c: If you do not wish to receive these updates for fear of too much information, you are welcome to unfollow, unfriend, or ignore me for the duration of the birthing process. No complaints will be accepted regarding these updates (See section 4 for Petition options and rights). However, there are some guarantees of things that you will NOT see in said updates, which are covered in Section 2:

Section 2: In the interest of not providing too much gory, disgusting, or otherwise undesirable information, these are contractually guaranteed words and phrases that I will not use on Social Media updates regarding my birth. These are:

  • Meconium
  • Mucous Plug
  • Episiotomy, Rippage, or Perineal Tissue Issues.
  • Blowing Chunks (Although puking and vomit are approved verbage to describe aforementioned action)
  • Bloody Nasty Mess
  • The Smell of Burning Flesh Due to Cauterization

Section 2 Addendum: Visual Updates:

Addendum 2.a: No pictures that contain blood, gore, or any other undesirable substances will be posted on Twitter or Facebook. However, one of our favorite pictures of Ali’s birth is the first photo taken as the doctor lifted her up after cutting the cord – and yes, it was a slightly gory view of the miracle of life. If this sort of photo is taken, it will only be available on my blog, where you must voluntarily enter to be subjected to my updates.

Addendum 2.b: Despite my wishes, my overly-excited-new-Dad-of-a-husband posted a very unattractive, swollen, and worn-out-from-12-hours-of-labor-and-a-C-section photo of me after giving birth to Ali. It has been made very clear to him (via our Internal Birthing Policies and Contracts) that no unapproved photos of me shall be posted on any form of social media this time. If any such photos are seen of me in this state, please report them immediately.

Section 3: Notification Privileges beyond Social Media.

The following people are guaranteed two (2) personal notifications, consisting of a) the beginning of labor and b) the birth of our child (but not all of the details in between which will be available to them on Social Media) in the following manner:

3.a: Phone Calls: Noah’s Grandparents only will receive phone calls, regardless of the time of day or night that labor begins.

3.b: Text Messages: a small group of people will receive text messages, assuming that the time of day that labor begins is during an acceptable texting period. This group includes Noah’s Aunts and Uncles, Noah’s future Godparents (sorry, Becca, not Noah’s Godsiblings), our Small Group, and a very limited number of other friends.

Section 4: Petitions, Complaints, and other various forms of whining.

4.a: If you are not sure that you are included in a group in Section 3 but desire to be, you have five (5) days to file a petition. Your petition will be reviewed by the Parental Committee for Viable Communication, and you will be notified as to whether you are approved to be personally notified, or you really just need to quit complaining and be happy with finding out via social media.

4.b: No complaints about anything covered or not covered in this policy will be accepted during or after the birth of our child. If there are any disagreements, objections, or clarifications needed they must be filed before the beginning of the birthing process and reviewed for exceptions. If an acceptable term cannot be reached, mediation and arbitration will be available.

4.c: Whining to other people, if discovered, will result in us saying nasty things about you to Noah for the rest of his life. So don’t do it.

This concludes the Labor and Birthing Social Media Policies. The floor is now open for questions and clarifications.

Now Hiring: Mom Caddie.

Men play golf.

(Some men, anyway – not my husband. And some women, I know. Forgive the generalization for a moment.)

And, men get caddies.

(Some men, anyway – surely not every man that plays golf can afford to have another man follow him around all day while he leisurely plays a game.)

But at any rate, from what I understand, these caddies carry around their golf luggage and offer intelligent suggestions as to what instrument they should use for various needs.

“I suggest a nine iron for this shot.”

And that sort of thing.

Well, if men get caddies for their play time, I’m thinking that Moms TOTALLY deserve caddies for their every day life.

ESPECIALLY considering the massive amounts of junk we have to carry around.

We have our purses.  Our diaper bags.  Our camera bags.  Our portable high chairs.  The stroller.  The pack n’ play.  The infant seat.  The kid’s lunch boxes.  Heck – we even have the kids themselves to carry around.  There’s no way that one woman can manage to tote her entire expected load – simply impossible.

So – as I see it, a Mom Caddie’s job description would look something like this…

a. Offer the service of packhorse.  They would follow us around, toting all of our Mommy Luggage, and finding that paci that managed to crawl to the very bottom of the diaper bag when we need it to quiet our screaming baby.

b. Offer their professional advice on what we need when.  For instance…

  • Scenario A: Baby poops.  Mom opens diaper, assesses the damage.  Turns to caddie… “What would you suggest?”  Possible answers might include…
    • “I think that one wipe will suffice for that situation.  Hold on – I’ll get you a wipe and a fresh diaper – oh, and a bit of Desitin for that rash.”
    • “You’re going to need three wipes, a diaper, and probably a gas mask for that one.  And I’ll go ahead and be ready with the Purell for after you close.”
    • “Oh – look there.  There’s a bit of brown on the edge of that onesie.  I’ll pull you out 10 wipes, a diaper, and would you prefer the blue or the green replacement onesie?”
    • “It looks like he’s in a screaming kind of mood.  After I retrieve your necessary wipes and diapers, I’ll get out a toy and shake it around in his face so that you can do what you need to do without having to listen to that awful racket.”
  • Scenario B: Kid spills a bit of Chick-Fil-A Polynesian Sauce on their shirt.  Family photos are in an hour.  “Mom Caddie!! What is the best thing to take out this stain AND make sure it doesn’t leave a water mark for photos?”
  • Scenario C: Baby wakes up in the middle of the night screaming.  Diaper rash.  Always-at-the-ready Mom Caddie is ready and waiting at the bedroom door, holding the tube of Desitin, lest you, in your mostly-asleep state, accidentally pick up tube of toothpaste to slather on their butt.
  • Scenario D: Kid and baby are playing adorably together.  Pictures must be taken.  “Mom Caddie, would you suggest the point-and-shoot, the DSLR, or the Flip Video Camera for this particular event?”
  • Scenario E: Mom is by herself with the kids (and Mom Caddie, of course), and has an amazing moment of Mommish Victory of some sort.  Normally, Mom would have to resort to texting Dad, tweeting or Facebooking about her amazing moment to get the accolades she deserves for her accomplishments.  However, Mom Caddie is there.  Mom Caddie is able to immediately affirm Mom with golf claps and congratulations on her amazing Mommy feats.
  • Scenario F: New baby is screaming it’s head off.  “Mom Caddie, what do you think is the issue here?”
    • “That is definitely a gas scream.  Hold on – I’ll grab the Mylicon for you.”
    • “Hold on – let me consult the tracking notebook.  It’s been three hours and twenty eight minutes since you last nursed – I’m thinking baby is hungry.  Oh – and the records show here that you only nursed on the left side last time, so I recommend starting with the right side.”

c. And, speaking of the tracking notebook, Mom Caddie would be responsible for keeping tedious baby records (with a little golf pencil, of course) of feedings, poos, naps, and bedtimes for reference.  Because what Mom has time to do THAT?!?!

d.  Checking and Replenishing stock of all Caddieable Items – never again will Mom find herself in a blowout situation with half a wipe and one diaper left that just so happens to be two sizes too small.

Come to think of it, I’m really not sure how I survived four years of motherhood without a Mom Caddie.

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I am now accepting applications.

dressbarn Gift Certificate Giveaway!

As you already know, I am beyond thrilled about Birmingham’s new outlet mall, the Shops of Grand River.

(And, might I add, I should TOTALLY be nominated as it’s best customer since I’ve been there FOUR times since it opened two weeks ago).

One of those trips was for a blogger event at the new dressbarn.

Now I must admit, at first I was a bit leery, because my impression of dressbarn had always been a bit…matronly.  However, I got on their website and looked around before I agreed to attend, and was really impressed with what I saw.

And when I arrived at their store, I was blown away!! My former impressions were exactly the opposite of what I found – their offerings were modern, hip, and young – and an added bonus of being quite affordable!  I was totally wishing I could wear their clothes right now – but I’m sure I’ll need some clothes after Noah arrives, so I’ll definitely be going back.

But I took some pictures for you…

My favorite items were the beautifully tailored and detailed sweaters – they were magnificent!!

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They also had some fabulous holiday looks:

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And they offered some great (and very NON Mom-Dreaded-Long-Butt) jeans – these in particular were Seven7 Jeans:

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I was able to find myself some awesome jewelry, so I didn’t walk away empty-handed, despite my pregnant belly:

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But needless to say, I was very impressed and surprised by their beautiful clothes and accessories – dressbarn will definitely be in my shopping rotation!

So, if you’d like to go on a dressbarn shopping trip yourself, they gave me a $25 gift certificate to share with one of you!  Simply comment on this post to enter.

You can earn up to four extra entries by:

(be sure to leave separate comments for your extra entries.)

Best of luck! This giveaway is open until Monday, November 22nd. The winner will be randomly selected and posted on my giveaway winners page on Tuesday, November 23rd.

And finally, as an added bonus, they gave me a coupon to share with all of you!  Just click on the coupon and print it out for 20% savings on any regular priced item in-store!

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Disclosure: I received a 10% discount on my purchases at the event, but no other compensation for hosting this giveaway.  My opinions are always my own.