Showing posts from July, 2010

On Guilty Pleasures

It's Friday! What does everyone have in store for the weekend? If you're looking for something to do in the Richmond, VA area I suggest you check out the inaugural Richmond International Dragon Boat Festival . Races will take place at Rocketts Landing from 8:00am-4:30pm and there is also a lineup of food vendors and traditional Chinese entertainment scheduled for midday. Also on tap is the 21st Annual Big Brother Big Sister Duck Race on Brown's Island. Watch 20,000 rubber ducks race down the river to the finish line, check out great vendors, and plenty of free activities for the kids. It's going to be a busy day on the James River! Don't forget your sunscreen. Last night Ken and I watched our first episode of Jersey Shore , after being told all last summer that we had to watch it; that everyone was watching it. Aside from being completely lost about what was going on, I thought it was awful. Which I guess is the point... right? Anyways, the arguing, drama and c

Air Temperature Control Freak!

It's no secret, I'm a control freak. I hate situations that I have no control over and often avoid whereabouts in which I can't manipulate the outcomes to my liking. This can be a good thing and a bad thing. At work, I did every project to perfection. I kept pushing people until things were absolutely right. At home, when I can't cure my daughter's diaper rash with the regular run-of-the-mill diaper cream, I call the pediatrician and become antsy when they cannot give me an immediate answer. Have any control freak issues yourself? Commiserate with me. One thing that I am absolutely crazy about is the temperature of the air around me. I suppose I'm a little bit like Goldy Locks; it can't be too cold, it can't be too hot - it has to be juuuuuust right. Seriously. Or I will freak out. The following is story about my journey to temperature control bliss without having to harm my husband. For a year and a half my husband and I lived on the 6th floor of a

Tech-Free Night

In a world where we cannot buy time, everything costs money, and work has to be done, our relationships often take the bottom of the totem pole. When we hear so often that 50% of marriages end in divorce, is it really so surprising? Yes, it's a scary statistic, but with everything going on in the world it's highly likely if you don't find the time to put into your relationships. Some might call it "going their separate ways." I call it emotional neglect. The bottom line is that all relationships take work, and there are fun ways that you can up the anty with how much time you spend together. When my husband and I lived in New York City, we were both living the high profile career life (not as high profile people, but for high profile people). It wasn't quite as glamorous as it sounds. I know that NYC sounds like all bells and whistles (I used to think so, too) but honestly with how exhausting work was, this is a little what my nights were like: Fight subwa

Mommy Groups

One of the best things I have ever done for myself was to join a mom's group before I actually became a mom. A little unconventional, I know, but I was pregnant at the time so I felt like I had some sort of "in." I felt like I didn't have a lot of other options. It's like when you get married, and suddenly all of your single friends are always too busy to hang out afterwards. You know they find it taboo to be around you, like you might give them some sort of wedding bug. It was the same thing when I became pregnant. A lot of my friends without babies were a little standoffish, like they didn't want to be caught drinking whatever water I was drinking. And since I was the first of the pack to get pregnant I guess it had to be my rite of passage to start making new friends that already had babies. I was going to wait until after my daughter was born to join a mom's group, but the move to Virginia was extremely lonely. Besides my husband, I didn't know a

Delicious & Easy Frozen Treats

Summertime means a lot of things - the beach, sunscreen, trips to the park, and one of my favorites - ice cream! What kid doesn't love ice cream? I'm already dreading the day when my daughter learns the joy of the ice cream truck and I have to start shelling out dollars left and right and join the ranks of parents who are furious that the ice cream truck always seems to come around at 5:30pm (what is up with that?) In the meantime while I still have the upper hand, I try to keep things healthy and fun for my daughter, and I can only pray that these good habits last down the road. And while it's ok for baby to have a lick or two of ice cream, here are a few better ideas (and most big kids won't even know the difference either!) Banana Cream Baby's first frozen treat! As bananas are one of the first fruits that babies often try, this is an instant win almost always. It's super easy, super delicious, and super healthy (though you don't have to tell your k

The 5 Things List

When my husband and I found out that we were expecting, we did what all good parents do and started to focus on life after baby. We reads books together, did research online, and talked to our other parent friends. Time after time we came back with the same advice - Lower Your Expectations. I remember at the time being a little put off by this so called "advice." After all, my life as a blackberry carrying, tricks-up-my-sleeve career woman had to be a lot harder than handling a baby. Right? With the move to the suburbs I was also given the ultimate gift from my husband: the ability to stay home with our children. With nothing else to focus on it had to be a piece of cake. So all that advice about diligently making lists of who would do what chores around the house once baby arrived went right out the window. We could handle this. (Heck, I was going to handle most of it by myself. Everyone would see!) Well anyways... once our daughter arrived our world was turned upside do

Hello, blog.

Start a blog. Those three words have been strung together on my mental list of things to do since the moment I realized that not only was I pregnant but my husband's job was moving me out of New York City and to what is all too commonly called "SUBURBIA." Flash forward seventeen months and you can find me in Central Virginia with a precious, rambunctious eight month old baby girl, a husband of the highest quality, and two spoiled rotten cats. I sit here typing this with dirty dishes in the sink, blocks strewn across the floor and sunscreen printed hand prints littering the lower half of my windows. Why? Because nap time belongs to me, and that other stuff can wait until later. Because moms need other moms, and it's my civil duty to put myself out there and post stories, opinions and ideas that other moms can relate to. This is Holly at nap time.