Celebrate Cinco de Mayo With The Dish

My first ‘official’ date with my husband was on Cinco de Mayo.  So in my mind…. it is a HOLIDAY.  And we like to celebrate around here. I will confess to being partial to Margaritas, but the truth is, I ADORE Mexican food and miss many of the authentic options I had when I was living in California and Arizona.

This means – Find the amazing recipes and COOK IT FOR YOURSELF, DANIELLE.  I know, I know…

Well, certainly, there are dozens…. who am I kidding…….??  Hundreds of options online filled with recipes claiming authenticity, but I prefer to stick with sites I know and trust.  Makes sense, right?  Right.

I have mentioned The Dish before, but I’m not sure if you realize,  Con Agra’s newest site – in addition to offering shopping tips, First Look, First Taste options of certain products, and many recipes, also makes it their mission to suggest specific seasonal options.

So, naturally, I was excited to see, not ONE, but TWO different posts dedicated to Cinco de Mayo… And, even better, the posts covered more than just food and drinks.  They also touched on items that would complete an Cinco de Mayo celebration you were planning to have: decor, music and even dancing!

This gives me an idea – I should force my husband to go Salsa Dancing with me!!

Of course…. feel free to check back for summer treats (there will be many!)  Also – some of the posts are offered in English and Spanish.

Disclosure: I have worked closely with Con Agra on the launch of The Dish and have been compensated for my time.

I Believe Hugs Are The Answer. (What’s the Question?)

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I believe hugs are the answer.  To just about anything.

Should we get out of bed in the morning?  Start with a hug.

Am I being kind to my sister (or brother) Hug it out.

Having a bad day? You need a hug.

Tough decision to be made? Take 3 minutes to hug someone you love.

Haven’t seen someone in a too long?  Hug. Definitely.

Angry?  Really… really angry?  Yes.  HUG.  It will help you to diffuse.

I’m not a perfect parent.  Well…sometimes I am. Perfectly disorganized. Perfectly guaranteed to make mistakes, lose my patience, yell too often, and forget to pack lunch.  Also?  Perfect at hugs.

Because I believe they are essential to my the well being and self esteem of my small people.

Who have you hugged today?

 

“Eyes Up, Jaw Down”: The Magic of the Disney Way

I started going first to DisneyWorld and then to DisneyLand when I was only 5 years old. The same age my small dude is right now.  But somehow, 30+ years and probably more than 20 trips later, I’m still awed by the Magic that is the Disney experience.

But here’s the thing…. that Magic isn’t an accident.  It is all part of an intent.  An intent first set by Walt Disney himself and carried out each and every day by the ‘Cast Members’ (not employees) of the Parks and Resorts and by the Imagineers – the men and women who first Imagine and then Engineer each of our moments…. the Resort Rooms, the Restaurants and the Rides.

Don’t you just LOVE the title, “Imagineer”?

I just spent five days at Disney World…. it was part fun-work (Disney Social Media Moms Conference), part pure-family-fun (we extended our stay and the conference offered ample family time) and ALL experience.

The night after a sneak-peek-behind the scenes look at what will soon be a completed new and amazing FantasyLand, I lay in bed with both of my small people….each tucked under one arm and we imagined.  I mentally walked them through what they will see and enjoy in Fantasyland and they listened, as though my words were able to draw a picture for them on our ceiling.

The next day, I took them to the area and showed them the illustration of what FantasyLand will be…. the Beast’s Castle (including a restaruant that will look EXACTLY like the movie), two new rides – one based around Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs and the other around Ariel…. shops, restaurants and more.

During my Fantasyland Tour, I learned a phrase that has stuck with me… one that is intended to define a Disney guest’s experience:

“Eyes Up, Jaw Down!”

Can’t you just picture it?

I asked my small people what they thought that phrase meant as we snuggled… they said, “It’s a WOW!, Mommy… when you stare with your mouth open.”

Right on.  It is also, pure, perfect, unadulterated joy…. like you see right here.  When I took this picture the next day, I knew… THIS is what Disney wants their guests..especially their youngest ones, to feel.

SUCCESS!

You know what else is a success?

When your kids reach for your hand as you walk through the parks.

When your daughter begs to go on Everest with you ‘just one more time’ (make that 4 in a row).

When your small people celebrate with a crazy dance because they have reached the height that allows them to ride the Rockin’ Roller Coaster.

When you can’t decide where to go next because there are so many options.

When the pool at the Disney Yacht Club (where we stayed) is an amazing option…and almost as much fun for the kids as the Parks.

When you see Mickey in every little detail.

When the parades and shows (I’m looking at you, Camp Rock) are as much fun as the rides.

When you go on Splash Mountain twice in a row and don’t even care that you are simply soaked.

When you beat your husband at Buzz Lightyear by scoring over 300K points to his measley 150K.

When you watch your husband experiencing the same joy as your children just because he is HERE.

When they fall asleep in your lap on the way back to the resort (your kids, not your husband)- just tuckered out from all that joy.

When you begin to invent ways and count down days until you can make the Disney Magic part of your life again….and you haven’t even left the grounds.

When the little ones can’t wait to tell their friends all about their trip.

And?

When you are home and your littlest ones include a great big ‘Thank You’ for Disney World in their nightly prayers… right as they begin to drift off to sleep.

And all of this? Combines for a perfect, “Eyes Up, Jaw Down” moment for me.

Thank you, Disney.

Disclosure:  The Disney Social Media Moms event was a conference I paid to attend, though, as an attendee, we were treated to an extraordinarily magical experience.  My husband and children were taken care of and treated with great love and kindness the entire time I was in sessions… and each event we attended within the conference made sure all loved every minute.

 

 

A Reminder: Don’t Forget What It is Like To Have A Small Child On An Airplane

My son staring out the plane window

He started to scream before the flight even took off.  We were in the same row, but on opposite sides of the aisle.  I figure he was about 2 and a half.  He was sandwiched in between his parents… two people who desperately wished the three of them could somehow disappear.

You know why?

Because their baby was HURTING.  On an airplane.

Also?

Because it took absolutely NO TIME for the stares, the deep sighs and the eye rolling to start.

The LOOKS.  I’m stuck sitting near the screaming baby.

The woman in front of me actually asked to have her seat moved because, LOUD VOICE , “of the screaming baby”.  She turned to the people next to her and said, “and they aren’t doing ANYTHING to stop it”.

Seriously?

As if the parents were doing shots instead of rocking him, trying to play with him, offering him milk and snacks and doing everything they could to alleviate potential pressure in his ears.

Not one to keep quiet in a situation like that, I used an equally loud conversation with my daughter as a teaching moment, “That family is doing everything they can to help that little guy.  We don’t know why he is crying.  Clearly he is unhappy.  His ears might be hurting him very badly.  Yes, he is loud…. But know that no one wants him to be ok more than his mom and dad”.

Hey, Lady in front of me… I’m talking to YOU.

That little boy – I believe she said his name was Christopher, screamed for the better part of a two-plus hour flight….  And I have a little newsflash for the ridiculously behaved people sitting around me:

THERE IS NO ONE ON THAT FLIGHT WHO WANTED THAT LITTLE GUY TO STOP CRYING MORE THAN HIS PARENTS.  NO ONE.

Look… I get it.  Listening to a screaming child or baby for any length of time isn’t a picnic…. In fact, I had a headache just like everyone else….But to turn around and shoot daggers at the family every minute…. How does that help?  You are only succeeding in making a very difficult situation virtually unbearable for that family.

I have a few suspicions…. The adults who were acting out are

  • a)    not parents
  • b)   have forgotten what it was like to be a parent or are disillusiioned enough to believe that their children were perfect (I suspect otherwise having seen the uncharitable behavior of some of their offspring)
  • c)    they have no souls

That little guy cried himself out and feel asleep about 10 minutes before we landed.  That’s when his mom’s tears started.  She simply broke down…. sitting in her seat, red-eyed, softly rubbing the face of that tuckered-out boy.  Even as passengers exited the plane, she stayed in her seat, hand on his back and cried.

At one point she looked at me and mouthed, ‘I’m sorry”.

Not to worry, my friend.  Not to worry.

I patted her arm as I left and told her I’ve been there.

And I mean it.

You snuggle that little guy when you get home and just make sure you make another mom, on another flight feel less alone.

Stuck on Gift Ideas for Mother’s Day? Head to EBay!

It is about this time of year that my husband has HAD IT with gift giving for me. Our wedding anniversary is in October which, to him, feels too close to Christmas….. and that is DEFINITELY too close to my birthday in January.  He skips Valentine’s Day, but then is STRESSED because Mother’s Day creeps up in May.

The whole thing makes me laugh because, really?  I AM SO EASY TO BUY FOR. But nonetheless… I imagine, my poor husband is not out on a the island of fear-of-gift-gift-buying all by his lonesome….am I right?

The funny thing is, he almost always does a great job (I’m not counting that light-up picture that makes the 10 second loop of ocean waves and seagulls audio over and over again)– he has surprised me with trips, has listened when I have dropped hints and has even brought the kids in on the action.

But who couldn’t use a little extra inspiration?

I think by now you know I’m on the Parent Panel for eBay.  I’ve talked a lot about selling….(and hey – fun update – all three of my recent auctions sold – BONUS!  I actually made money) but this, right here?  This whole fear-of-gift-buying?  This is a perfect opportunity to share the BUYING side of eBay.

EBay is celebrating Mother’s Day AND they have compiled a gift guide of items that the moms (and WIVES!!) in your lives might like (which is also a good reference for items to sell right now as well!).

I love this for a few reasons:

1)   Hello??  Suggestions for my husband.  I can send him there and trust he can find a few things all on his own

2)   If I’m feeling liking guiding him, I can (Jeff – think: (a tote bag? a watch?)

3)   Not only am I a Mom, but I also buy for both my mom and my mother-in-law, so the Gift Guide has the added bonus of giving me ideas as well. (perfume?  a clutch?)

And I know we have talked about this before… but since so many people struggle with the ‘what should I sell from around MY home?’ question…. The gift guide is a great place to search for ideas. (Have an old phones- iphones or droids lying around?  Or jewelry you will never wear again?)

And just for a little added fun and flavor…. (if you ARE a daughter and can remember moving out of the house for the first time or if you HAVE a daughter) you will definitely appreciate this eBay tribute video  to mother-daughter relationships.

Happy Early Mother’s Day, friends and Happy Shopping.  Come back and let me know if you find something fun.

Disclosure: I am working with ebay on their ebay Parent Panel and am compensated as such.  As you know by now…. all opinions shared by me on this site are my own.

 

Talking Grief, Death and Other Parenting Moments I’m Not Equipped To Handle

Every time I tackle a parenting milestone, “I’m not getting any sleep”, “they don’t eat vegetables” or “she’s just so shy” and I feel triumphant on the other side…. another moment appears to slam me back to earth – reminding me I may never feel as though I truly have a handle on parenting.

And ohhhh….. when it comes to grief?  To death?  I looked into their sweet faces, I caught their tears in my hands as they fell…. and I held my breath…. knowing they were getting ready to ask me questions that I, as an adult, still find myself asking….

How do you handle these conversations with your children?

I’m Claiming Her

You know how there are those kids that simply CANNOT deny their parents? They look so much like them that the phrase ‘Mini-Me’ comes flying from your lips even though you KNOW they must have heard it 27 thousand times already?

Well, that doesn’t happen to me.  But, I will confess that I wish it did. People STILL tell me I look like my mom, but I don’t hear it often about my small girl.

My sweet girl, Delaney, isn’t officially named after anyone… In fact, when we were choosing her name, we mulled over all of the potential nicknames (note: new parents… this is important:  If you LOVE the name Katherine, but can’t stand “Katie”, keep that in mind)  We actually figured we would be ok with ‘Laney’ as a shorter version….but she has NEVER been a ‘Laney’ – it just doesn’t fit her.

What she is?  ’Mini’.  The people closest to me call me ‘D’.  We started to call her ‘Mini D’ right after she was born.  It wasn’t long before even THAT was shortened… to Mini.  And it fits her perfectly.

And still…. I have been longing…DYING even… for SOMEONE to say, “She looks JUST like you”.  *sigh*

But the only people who do are those who knew me when I was a kid…. when my cheeks were still dominant and my freckles still prominent.  My friends from High School and even many from college constantly say they see me in her.  And I beam.  I carry that feeling with me like a Gold Star.

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This weekend, I watched a younger version of me…. my sweet small girl, make her First Communion. She was glorious.  And goofy. So delightfully her.  She wore my veil (a family heirloom: the same one my mother and grandmother wore). . She asked to take a picture in the same pose…. though refused to bow her head because she no longer wanted the veil pinned to her hair…

For the first time, I saw me. But I also saw her.  And it was divine.