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Free Advice Friday! No Baby Book? No Problem!

Dear Kim,

I feel like such a terrible mother! My girls, ages 14 & 12, have started babysitting some of the children in the neighborhood, so suddenly they’re into babies. Anyway, yesterday the 14 year old asked me where their baby books were because she wanted to look through them. As you can probably guess by my “I feel like such a terrible mother” statement, I never made one for either of them! Crap! I always meant to do it but I never got around to it.

I told her that I could either look for it or we could go to the mall to buy whatever she wanted. She chose the mall, thank goodness! I know it’s only a matter of time before she asks again. What should I do? Should I be honest with the girls about how overwhelming and time consuming motherhood is that you sometimes (or always) forget to formally document everything OR should I throw something together real quick?

Thanks so much!

Baby Book Blues

 

Dear BBB,

In my opinion, honesty is the only way to go…if you want to crush your children and look like an unsentimental bitch.

Listen BBB, I’ve been in your position. In fact, the only legitimate thing I have in either kid’s baby book is whatever happy bullshit I wrote in there BEFORE actually having the baby. That’s right, after receiving the baby book at the shower, I immediately filled in the sections “How your parents met.”, “Your Family Tree”, and “How we told everyone we were expecting.”, but after that I got nothing but the words “sore nipples” written in what I think is blood.

Take heart, it’s never too late to create a baby book for your children, it just takes time, patience, and enrollment in a Photo Shop course held at your local community college. Why Photo Shop? Because why record boring old memories when you can create fabulous new ones! Give your kids a childhood that they can really brag about! It’s not like they’ll remember if it actually happened or not. *do not try to create new memories for things that supposedly happened after age 10…they start retaining shit around then.

Here, take a peek into the albums I’m putting together:

 

Remember when we went swimming with sharks off the coast of Australia?

source www.freestockphotos.biz

“That guy behind you got eaten but you survived because they thought you were one of them. You’re so clever!”

 

Or how about the time we went to Alaska?

source www.geprek.com

“You can tell we’re in Alaska because of Ana’s warm PJ’s and we’re huddled together because it’s cold. And there’s a polar bear next to us.”

 

Ahh, France! That was a wonderful trip. Even the French loved you…and they normally hate Americans.

source www.quotes-pictures.feedio.net

“We bought you that dress in a cute Parisian boutique. I believe it was called La Target.”

 

You LOVED the great pyramids of Egypt!

*note: We went straight from Alaska to here, no time to change. Needless to say, we were hot.
source www.wikiveler.com

“I said ‘Look, Ana, it’s a triangle!’ and you said ‘No mama, dat shape a tetrahedron.’ You were a genius even then!”

 

 

Who had the best 7th birthday ever?! COLLIN DID!

source www.wallpapers.xs.blogspot.com

“We had oxygen pumped in so that we could light the candles.”

 

BBB, see what I mean? Sure it takes less time to put together a plain old baby book, but your guilt is screaming “Give them something more than 20,000 pics of Chuck E. Cheese!” I should know.

You’re welcome!

Kim

 

 

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Cheapo Wino Review Wednesday! A Carmenere you’ll love!

Ventisquero Reserva Carmenere 2011 – $12.99

 

Winemaker’s Notes: “This Reserva Carménère is cherry-red in colour with hints of garnet. Intense aromas of very ripe blueberries, black and red currants, strawberries and cherries harmonize perfectly with touches of cocoa, tobacco and elegant oak. The palate is rich and well-balanced, with lush, generous tannins that highlight the clean finish.”

 

Kim’s Notes: “Amen, Winemaker, A to the men!”

 

Things I want to do with this wine:

1. Literally bathe in it with a loofah sponge made from Parmigiano-Reggiano.

2. Roll it up and smoke it while listening to the sounds of the Asian Whale mating song. (Even I’m not sure what I mean by that. Must be the flavors of tobacco talking.)

3. Bring it home to meet my parents, then scream “I don’t care what you think, I love him!” when they don’t approve.

4. Walk hand in bottleneck along the boardwalk, stopping to take silly pictures of us in one of those black & white photo-booths.

 

5. Watch “The Notebook” together and imagine what we’ll be like as a couple in 40 years, then remember that he’ll be gone in 40 more minutes.

6. Invite him and his identical twin brother over to my house. I’d pop their corks and drink them both…at the same time! I know, I’m a naughty naughty girl.

 

Honestly, those tasting notes are right on the money so there’s no need for me to elaborate. Besides, I’m too busy drinking. Just trust me, I thoroughly enjoyed this wine and you will too!
 
 

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Tips for Tuesday! How to Make Wine Lollipops

 

These are the supplies that I used for my first batch…the unsuccessful batch…

They turned out ooey, gooey, and gross. Plus, I started to question the use of Q-tips for lollipop sticks. Hygiene aside, they gave an air of unprofessionalism that even my half-assedness wasn’t comfortable with. So off to the craft store I went. (Later, Brian said he was impressed with my dedication, but he was kinda hoping for dinner. Dedication requires sacrifice, my friend.)

So here’s what you’ll really need…

Get This:

2/3 Cup Wine (white or red)

2 Cups Sugar

1/8 teaspoon Cream of Tartar

lollipop sticks (or q-tips with the cotton cut off- if you’re ghetto)

lollipop mold of some kind

candy thermometer (ideally)

Do This:

Mix the wine, sugar, and cream of tartar together in a sauce pan. Put over medium-high heat and stir until your hand either falls or burns off. Stick thermometer in. When the temp reaches 290-300 remove from the heat because it’s ready to pour! *If you don’t have a thermometer you can drop some in a glass of cool water, if it immediately beads up and hardens then it’s ready.

Place your sticks in the mold, then pour and let cool. It’s as simple as that!

*A note about molds- Apparently, the heat generated by melted sugar is comparable to the flames found in the depths of hell. DON’T bother buying a mold with fine detailed ridges, they will cease to exist.

My little lollipop purses are now dinosaur teeth. Not the look I was going for.

I had a bunch left over so I threw it in a silicone bowl.

Now that’s a big ass lollipop!

(Notice I’m still rocking the $60 manicure. That bitch better last me until Collin is in college)

These lollipops are perfect for bachelorette parties, girl’s night out, while helping with homework, really anything! In fact, I’m dropping a box of them off at my gynecologist’s office and suggest she hand them out after every pap smear.

Enjoy!

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Make sure to visit my girl Alyson over at The Shitastrophy! Disrespecting yourself with ridiculous bumper stickers? She’ll set your ass straight!

Weekend in Crappy Pics!

 

On Friday morning, I woke up to Collin screaming in my face, “Wake up! It’s Moms and Muffins day! Wake up! Wake up! I said, MOMS AND MUUUUFFFINSS!

Holy shit Oprah, put the bugle down and back the hell up.

Later that afternoon, while driving Ana to a “drop-off” birthday party (hell, yeah!), I received the following email…

After I finished pissing my pants, I gave her a buzz. 

They were in the midst of considering a segment, and wanted to know if I’d like to come up to NYC on Tuesday and be on the show as part of a “moms” panel.  They were looking for funny moms that “tell it like it is”.  A little voice in my head said “Oh, you’ll ‘tell it like it is’ alright, and this will end with you writing personal apology letters to all of your friends & family.” But I told that little voice to shut up, this was Bethenny!

You guys would have been so proud, I played it totally cool on the phone with phrases like “That sounds great”, “Sure, Id love to”, and “No problemo” (ok, not so proud of that last phrase). 

I’m honestly not sure how I managed to talk AND hold down my vomit. 

I was so excited at the idea of meeting Bethenny!  I was equally excited to spend a night in a hotel alone, not to mention someone else doing my hair and makeup the next morning!  I was kinda hoping they’d have someone to shave my legs for me too, but I wasn’t sure how to ask.

Sadly, I received an email later that day that the segment had been cut. But the producer said she hoped to keep in touch and work with me in the future! You know what that means?! I have more time to lose those damn 15 pounds before the camera adds 10!  Wait…do you think they say that to everyone? Nah.

I’m totally sending Bethenny a Beaver Baby.

On Saturday, we went to our neighborhood Pig Roast. But before leaving the house, I explained to the kids that we wouldn’t be eating the pig because its whole body (with head) would be on display. “It’s so sad and barbaric!” I cried.  Then I explained the definition of a hypocrite as I finished my Bacon, Egg, & Cheese sandwich with a side of ham.  If I’m anything, it’s self-aware.

The Pig Roast is always a great time.  There’s a moonbounce, music, food, drinks, games, face painting…

Some things change while others stay the same.

My little girl is growing up…to be deceitful.

The “Wrecking Ball” thingamajig was new this year.  When I first saw it, I thought it looked pretty dangerous…

but 3 glasses of Chardonnay & 20 sugar cookies later, here we were…

 

She was scrappy but I still managed to take her down.

 

On Sunday, we took Collin to Flag football practice.  If you’ve read the last two “Weekend in Crappy Pics”, you know that Ana has attached herself like a “parasite” to a “host” family during these practices…like a tick to a dog…or a tapeworm to intestines. Who knows how they think of her.

When we arrived yesterday, I saw Ana’s other mother sitting across the field, under a tree.  She must have sensed us heading her way because she looked up, and when our eyes met, I immediately recognized the survivalist flight instinct (I see it in the mirror everyday).

“Shhh, Ana. Move veerrry slowly, we don’t want to scare her.”

The phrase ‘It’s more afraid of us than we are of it’ was probably never more appropriate.

Not one to listen, Ana started running full force across the field, arms flailing, lungs screaming.  She reminded me of one those reunions shows, where both parties run towards each other, ready to slam into an emotional embrace, only Ana’s family ran behind a tree and completely disappeared. DISAPPEARED! POOF! How? I need to learn that trick.

 

I had to explain to her that they didn’t want her anymore and that it probably had something to do with her torturing their dog, Grumbles. She was a little hurt and a lot pissed but she calmed down by pulling out her My Little Pony and combing its hair with my new toothbrush.

 

On the way back to the car, she pulled on my arm and whispered “Look mom, a little pet is sleeping. Shhh. Can we take a picture of him? He’s so cute!”

What is that?

upon closer inspection…

A Dead Rat

 And so the rest of the day was spent talking about the “sleeping” rat and why he might be so tired.

How was your weekend?

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