I met my husband at 18, got married at 23, and then worked (and played) hard for seven years before becoming a mom. It took us five months to like each other again after our daughter was born. I wish I'd known to expect that! At my day job I've labored in television news, print, and on the web, where I've helped launch many a blog, but I am most proud of this one — right here.
As for my kids, they crack me up. One of them recently picked up a phone, looked me sternly in the eyes, and said, "Shhh mommy, I am on a very important work call!" At least I know they're listening to me.
A friend of mine is a real natural mama -- and as much as her energy inspires me, it also exhausts me. It exhausts me because some of this natural parenting stuff is a lot of work. For instance, when my daughter first started solids I was dead-set on blending everything up for every meal. That lasted for about a dozen ice-cube trays worth of broccoli and squash. Don't get me wrong -- I would still mash a fresh banana instead of giving her the jarred version ... but pushing those veggies through a strainer, after steaming and blending -- it just did me in. Who has time for that?
Oh. My. Gawd. Princesses: Long Islandpremiered last night on Bravo and I just have to tell you, I threw up a little in my mouth -- over and over again. That and oh ... I will probably watch again next week.
It's about six college-educated (clearly college means less than it did years ago) girls made out to look like a bunch of ignorant, spoiled brats. Whether or not they are like that in real life is anyone's guess, but they are painful to listen to (their accents are ridiculous) and they act like a bunch of clowns living in some alternate universe. The girls, I really can't call them women (nor do I think they would call themselves women), all live at home with their mommy and daddy (and one lives with just her mom) in massive mansions on Long Island in New York.
The stories coming out of Moore, Oklahoma today, in the wake of the devastating tornado that blew through there yesterday, are heartbreaking at every turn. There is just so much lost. But when I saw Barbara Garcia find her dog, live on-air, while being interviewed about how she rode out the storm ... I just cried. Barbara had a plan. She lived through it. She thought little Bassie was lost.
Well mom -- you did tell us. You said, "One day you will thank me!" You told us that again and again and again. Little did you know, while you thought we were ignoring you, we heard each and every bit of guidance you dished out. We just weren't ready to accept that you might be right -- about any of it. We know now that all of the nagging heartfelt advice really did mean something. We can see that now. And yes, while it is slightly annoying -- we are learning to appreciate your wisdom. See for yourself ...
Writing posts every day, as we do here at The Stir, can get tricky ... especially when we tackle controversial topics. But you would be surprised at how even some of the most benign topics, like nursery rhymes for example, can get people all in a tizzy. And when people are in a tizzy -- whether they agree or disagree -- they show us their rage enthusiasm in their comments. So today, as we celebrate our 3rd birthday, we read to you some of the more passionate opinions to come from our posts. Check it out: