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Showing posts with label vacations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vacations. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Things to Do at the Beach with 2 Kids and a Husband When You Are Cranky
Hi!! See me waving from the beach? Wish you were here. *insert cheesy hotel commercial music here* We aren't staying long (I'm ready to go home NOW. Just TOO hot!) but we are having loads of fun. Well...at least the kids are. If I weren't such a premenopausal crankpot, perhaps I would be having more fun too.
What is it about getting older that makes you lose interest in the things that you loved as a younger adult? Things like:
1. Going down the waterslides built for kids
2. Falling down on the shore only to be swept up by the waves (No, this did not happen to me, but Scooby Doo seemed to be having a grand old time doing it.)
3. Splashing merrily in the pool, regardless of salt content (why do so many women just sit on the side reading a book these days? Old crankpots)
There are plenty of fun things to do that don't involve looking silly, even when you are cranky. Things like:
1. Watch your husband get silly with the kids in the water hoping no one else will notice the crack that is blatantly rebelling against the waist band of his swim trunks.
2. Snoozing in the umbrella covered beach chair you paid a fortune to rent while your childrendrown roll in the riptide waves of the ocean caused by Hurricane Danielle.
3. Roasting in the hot sun while teaching your 2 yr old son how to make a sand castle, while getting sand in your pants, only to watch him grab the bucket, shovel and rake, and go destroy the sand castle someone else is building.
4. Stuffing your face at the biggest seafood buffet restaurant on the East Coast, then tossing your cookies when you get the bill.
5. Hoping that the fin you see sticking out of the water from your hotel room balcony is not a shark getting ready to eat the clueless surfer sitting casually on his surfboard waiting for a wave. *cue the JAWS theme music here*
6. Teaching your shark obsessed 10 yr old that she will hear the music before she sees the shark.
7. Pushing your kids into the water.
8. Forcing your 2 yo to go down the waterslide.
9. Relaxing in the jacuzzi while your eyes burn from the chlorine content in said hot tub (that's a lot of chlorine!)
and, last but not least...
10. Consoling your overtired, non napping 2 yo who really wants to ride the choo choo train and can't because they shut the ride down way too early.
We are having a blast!!
---THE DRAMA MAMA
What is it about getting older that makes you lose interest in the things that you loved as a younger adult? Things like:
1. Going down the waterslides built for kids
2. Falling down on the shore only to be swept up by the waves (No, this did not happen to me, but Scooby Doo seemed to be having a grand old time doing it.)
3. Splashing merrily in the pool, regardless of salt content (why do so many women just sit on the side reading a book these days? Old crankpots)
There are plenty of fun things to do that don't involve looking silly, even when you are cranky. Things like:
1. Watch your husband get silly with the kids in the water hoping no one else will notice the crack that is blatantly rebelling against the waist band of his swim trunks.
2. Snoozing in the umbrella covered beach chair you paid a fortune to rent while your children
3. Roasting in the hot sun while teaching your 2 yr old son how to make a sand castle, while getting sand in your pants, only to watch him grab the bucket, shovel and rake, and go destroy the sand castle someone else is building.
4. Stuffing your face at the biggest seafood buffet restaurant on the East Coast, then tossing your cookies when you get the bill.
5. Hoping that the fin you see sticking out of the water from your hotel room balcony is not a shark getting ready to eat the clueless surfer sitting casually on his surfboard waiting for a wave. *cue the JAWS theme music here*
6. Teaching your shark obsessed 10 yr old that she will hear the music before she sees the shark.
7. Pushing your kids into the water.
8. Forcing your 2 yo to go down the waterslide.
9. Relaxing in the jacuzzi while your eyes burn from the chlorine content in said hot tub (that's a lot of chlorine!)
and, last but not least...
10. Consoling your overtired, non napping 2 yo who really wants to ride the choo choo train and can't because they shut the ride down way too early.
We are having a blast!!
---THE DRAMA MAMA
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Guest Blog: Milk of Momnesia
Today I am very pleased to tell you that one of my favorite bloggers is here with a guest post. You met her yesterday as the Flavor of the Week (click here if you missed her interview). Please give a hardy welcome to Ericka from Alabaster Cow.
My right breast, currently the size and disposition of a small angry baby’s head, is stuffed inside a cylindrical Tupperware container. My husband and I are on the way to Dallas for a little R&R and what should be a peaceful ride spent reading and silently threatening to write about people I spy on the road is instead dedicated to milking myself. When I was in the third grade and I tried to imagine what my life would be like as an adult, this certainly wasn’t part of the picture.
There is an ulterior motive to this trip and it’s formally known as “operation weaning.” My daughter is almost fourteen months and uses me as a night time pacifier so I’ve decided to take back my boobs and help her sleep less restlessly in the process. The idea is all well and good except for the fact that Matt and I are distraught to leave her for the week (okay, Matt’s distraught, I’m distraught and balancing ticking time bombs on my chest. When these babies go off it won’t be pretty) and the fact that my boobies are growing by the minute. I always wanted my boobs to grow magically overnight but I can’t say adopting the ability to offer strangers a refreshing glass of milk at will was part of that fantasy.
Sure, it’s painful. I feel the slight heat in the lumpy tissue beneath my fingers, the hardened shell of what once was an average looking breast. But the sting runs a little deeper knowing this chapter of my life is coming to a close. Knowing my baby is growing up.
Between milkings I glance at the empty car seat out of habit. I absently rifle through my purse for cheerios or a sippy cup. And when I realize there’s no need for any of those things right now, I become a little sadder.
Maybe a glass of milk would cheer me up…
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Thanks for the guest post, today, Ericka. I hope you are enjoying your vacation. Don't forget to leave her lots of milky love on her blog. If you don't know who she is, you are really missing out!! Hope you are having a great weekend!
Milking It
There is an ulterior motive to this trip and it’s formally known as “operation weaning.” My daughter is almost fourteen months and uses me as a night time pacifier so I’ve decided to take back my boobs and help her sleep less restlessly in the process. The idea is all well and good except for the fact that Matt and I are distraught to leave her for the week (okay, Matt’s distraught, I’m distraught and balancing ticking time bombs on my chest. When these babies go off it won’t be pretty) and the fact that my boobies are growing by the minute. I always wanted my boobs to grow magically overnight but I can’t say adopting the ability to offer strangers a refreshing glass of milk at will was part of that fantasy.
Sure, it’s painful. I feel the slight heat in the lumpy tissue beneath my fingers, the hardened shell of what once was an average looking breast. But the sting runs a little deeper knowing this chapter of my life is coming to a close. Knowing my baby is growing up.
Between milkings I glance at the empty car seat out of habit. I absently rifle through my purse for cheerios or a sippy cup. And when I realize there’s no need for any of those things right now, I become a little sadder.
Maybe a glass of milk would cheer me up…
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Thanks for the guest post, today, Ericka. I hope you are enjoying your vacation. Don't forget to leave her lots of milky love on her blog. If you don't know who she is, you are really missing out!! Hope you are having a great weekend!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Guest Blog: Food for Thought
Happy Memorial Day!!! I'm on vacation, so Julie from Mommie Cooks is taking over my blog today. You first met her on Friday, and she tantalized your tastebuds. Now she's back to talk about life and food. Enjoy!!
Do you have any dishes that stir memories of a particular event from your past? Leg of lamb is one of those foods for me. A good friend of mine invited us over for dinner the other night and she served it up from a sheep they had organically raised on their family farm. As I ate it, I was vividly reminded of the holidays at my grandmother's house where, every year, she would make the most amazing leg of lamb I'd ever eaten. I remember how excited my brother and I would get waiting in anticipation for Christmas Eve night; for the presents of course, but also for the special meal that had become such a cherished tradition in our home.
If you love to travel like I do, then you know that there is nothing more exciting than the adventure of exploring a place you've never been before. New sights, new smells, and most exciting to me; new foods. Whether you're visiting a different country or just crossing the state line, there is always something new and different to try. And chances are, when you try a new food from a different region or country, there's a history and a story behind that food that's almost as interesting as the dish itself. Did you know that in Louisiana, the Créoles learned from slaves how to use okra to thicken soups and that is how it became an essential ingredient in Créole Gumbo? How about the fact that prickly pear pads have been used by native American Indians as a food and medicine for hundreds of years? And yes, I have had prickly pear in jelly form and it's delicious!
Food is such an integral part of our world and it's so much more than just a means to survive. It's what ties us all together as a society. We celebrate with food and we comfort ourselves with food. It's a way to make memories and a way to meet new people. We use it to connect with old friends and to learn about new cultures. I can't imagine a world where food didn't play an integral part in our day to day lives. Can you?
Thank you Drama Mama for letting me be a guest blogger on your site. I really enjoyed the opportunity to write for The Scoop on Poop and I look forward to reading more from your upcoming guest bloggers.
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Food. What does it mean to you? Do you eat to live or live to eat? Being the self proclaimed foodie that I am, I definitely live to eat. I love trying different tastes and textures. I enjoy the thrill of mixing new and different ingredients together to create unique and yummy dishes. I love to challenge myself in the kitchen. While I do draw the line on a few edible bites, the sky is practically the limit as to what I'll try if it's put in front of me. Part of the reason I feel the way I do is because of the importance I place on food in my life. It's so much more to me than just a simple nourishment for my body. Do you have any dishes that stir memories of a particular event from your past? Leg of lamb is one of those foods for me. A good friend of mine invited us over for dinner the other night and she served it up from a sheep they had organically raised on their family farm. As I ate it, I was vividly reminded of the holidays at my grandmother's house where, every year, she would make the most amazing leg of lamb I'd ever eaten. I remember how excited my brother and I would get waiting in anticipation for Christmas Eve night; for the presents of course, but also for the special meal that had become such a cherished tradition in our home.
If you love to travel like I do, then you know that there is nothing more exciting than the adventure of exploring a place you've never been before. New sights, new smells, and most exciting to me; new foods. Whether you're visiting a different country or just crossing the state line, there is always something new and different to try. And chances are, when you try a new food from a different region or country, there's a history and a story behind that food that's almost as interesting as the dish itself. Did you know that in Louisiana, the Créoles learned from slaves how to use okra to thicken soups and that is how it became an essential ingredient in Créole Gumbo? How about the fact that prickly pear pads have been used by native American Indians as a food and medicine for hundreds of years? And yes, I have had prickly pear in jelly form and it's delicious!
Food is such an integral part of our world and it's so much more than just a means to survive. It's what ties us all together as a society. We celebrate with food and we comfort ourselves with food. It's a way to make memories and a way to meet new people. We use it to connect with old friends and to learn about new cultures. I can't imagine a world where food didn't play an integral part in our day to day lives. Can you?
Thank you Drama Mama for letting me be a guest blogger on your site. I really enjoyed the opportunity to write for The Scoop on Poop and I look forward to reading more from your upcoming guest bloggers.
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