Thursday, October 20, 2011

Bzz Bzz...Burts Bees....Bzz

First, what the heck is a bzzagent?  Go HERE to find out if you want. Otherwise we'll get to the meat of the story.

Personally I love talking about products.  I cannot talk enough about things I love and have done so at great annoying length previously on this blog in exchange for nothing. Zero. Nada. I even dished out over $100 on Vichy lotion (no lie) just because I like it that much.  To actually try something without such a ding to my wallet each time is perfect for me so that's why I became a Bzzagent.

I've had a few campaigns so far but I haven't felt the need to talk about some of them but I finally got a few beauty ones and oh boy, I love getting free beauty products in the mail. I don't even have to leave my house and deal with my cute but mischievous child getting antsy in a shopping cart.  Plus my coworkers LOVE me because they get a ton of free samples and coupons without having to join or sign up for anything at all. 

I got into the Burts Bees Sensitive Skin Solutions campaign and also the Frederick Fekkai campaign, so I was psyched.


I'll start off by admitting that I do not have sensitive skin.  I have combination skin and I all I look for is balance.  I don't want anything to be too goopy oily nor do I want a cleanser that rips out every single speck of moisture from my face.  I tend to believe harsh cleansers irritate skin into overcompensating and producing too much oil which leads to worse and worse oily skin and acne issues.  So I was really surprised how much I loved the cleanser that's part of the line.  It's not soap based so it might freak you out that your cleanser doesn't sud up but despite that it still feels clean and it's so gentle I could probably open my eyes while washing my face and never feel that stinging chemical feeling.  The lotion was okay, nothing particularly amazing but not oily.  Not greasy. Hypo-Allergenic.  For the price it's a perfectly good lotion.  Having spent considerably more money I like how rich expensive lotion sinks in like velvet but I may try out their Radiance Day Lotion because it has SPF built in and the reviews are very positive.  I like a day lotion that has it all built in, especially for the summer months when the sun feels like it's constantly beating on you.  I understand people with legitimately sensitive skin may not react well to SPF so that's why they likely left it all out.  There are different products for different people so it bodes well that my general feelings are positive and I'm curious about their other lines.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Jumping Jack...er...Kelly

I have started going to the gym.

Yes, Me.  I am also baffled by this.

The truth is that I made time to nurse and pump for my baby for seven months of his life.  Even when it was terribly inconvenient and I was tired at 3am and I looked like a blind hobo dressed me...I still did it.  I still found the energy to follow through and just do it.  People do it everyday! It's best for the baby!! It's only a little bit longer!! Exclaimation POINTS!!!

While pumping and gyming might not seem immediately related I figure that if I could dig that deep and find the energy for my kid, I would be short changing myself if I could not find a few moments each week to take care of myself.  To give myself more energy for my family.  To become the hottest momma at the sandbox.  I wanted it and I was convinced I could do it. I'm only getting closer and closer to 30 and what do I have to show for it?  I might be thin but thin people die of heart disease too.  I have a family that I need to be around for.

So far I'm already into week three and I am no longer hobbling like a 90 year old person so I think from here on out it'll be a lot easier to maintain.  I mention it now because I want to remain motivated and sometimes I think this is the best way to make myself accountable.  I want it so badly but it's easy to rest on your laurels when you haven't slept well and there's no fresh food in the house and the piles of dirty laundry actually eclipse the washing machine they should go into.  Balance is unbearably difficult, but no one looks back and regrets not doing their laundry timely enough.

I do a once a week class, and I tag along with a pal for some cardio on the elliptical machine but once I get a bit more stamina I think I'd like to tag in one more class a week because I feel like someone demanding I do jumping jacks works and me doing them on my own?  Well it just looks ridiculous.  Between my long limbs and crazy frizz hair (from all the sweating) it looks like someone's shaking a pile of spaghetti around. I don't know how anyone looks good working out. 

Sunday, August 21, 2011

...So Are the Days of Our Lives

Other than boring mom stuff you're probably wondering what fills my days. I'll breeze past the boring stuff like laundry and grocery shopping and admit that in the few moments I have left to myself I have become fond of online shopping and getting free samples and generally trying to find deals though I do draw the line at hoarding 300 tubes of toothpaste. I grew up in a house where we never lacked in toiletries so perhaps I'm a tad sensitive but there is no logical reason you'd ever need that much of anything before it goes stale anyway. Since Trevor doesn't like clothies and he's home with the kid most of the time we consume disposables and watching my son poop away our money is sobering so if I can save a few bucks I try to. I figure every buck I can save is a buck he can use toward college, and when you put it into that perspective it seems silly not to try. Cloth nappies are not an exponentially big savings when you take into account the energy it takes to wash those things repeatedly and the time it takes out of your day to actively take care of it. Time is money after all and if you spend hours trying to clean poop off of a diaper instead of spending hours with your kid...well, that's an overall waste because you never get that time back with your baby. Trust me, my kid is already six months old. I have no idea when that happened except that now it's here and he's BIG.

I enjoy drinking coffee. I can't drink like, 10 cups a day because I'd be in the bathroom nonstop and I have other things to do, but I spend a lot of time cold brewing iced coffee, making espresso, Vietnamese Iced coffee or looking at keurigs (I have not yet committed to purchasing one but I do that with all small kitchen appliances. I also dream of a Sodastream seltzer/soda machine and a bread machine). Summer is the best time of experimentation because who wants to drink hot coffee when it's 100 degrees out? Not this lady. I tolerate Dunkin Donuts but I'd pretty much rather drink anything else other than that. $2 for a cup full of ice and watery coffee always bums me out. I don't smoke. I don't get my nails done. I wash my own dog in the bathtub. I get a haircut every six months at best. I am a low maintenance lady but the one thing I like each day that makes me feel like a grown up is a cup of joe.

I write for the baby instead of the blog. (Sorry blog.) I'm trying to cut back on my media exposure actually. I stopped reading salacious gossip blogs and I don't have time for too much television anyway. I can't remember the last time I even heard a good song because the radio is terrible. I'm even trying to cut back on facebook because I don't see the value anymore. Anyone I really care about does not post every single day because they're too busy living their lives to bother posting dumb stuff about it every.single.day. The great irony is that the only people with time to post every single day post the dull and insipid things I don't care about, like Farmville. How I loathe Farmville. It's easier to not log in and not see it and not be pissed off. I was reading an article on yahoo! about how teens are using it and are essentially addicted to the immediate validation of their peers and the number of "likes" they receive. We're all starved for validation from others that our lives are good, that we're doing the right things, that we're pretty, that we're thin, that we're smart, the kids are beautiful, the husband is great...but if you're living a false life on facebook in order to receive praise then the praise is completely empty and meaningless anyhow.

I don't scrapbook because I hate all the effort of shopping for paper and stickers and cut out things...but I don't want this part of our lives to sail by without some documentation so I've been really interested in photo books and canvas pictures and just tastefully keeping something to remind us of right now. Is the house covered in pictures of the baby? Of course not. He's got like 18 more years with us and many awkward school pictures for me to hang up. I'm not in any rush, but we have a lot of house and therefore I have to think about where I'd like to place things. I got Trevor a new camera for his last birthday but I'm usually the one wielding it. Possibly because I'm the only one who read the instruction manual for it.

(Who can possibly resist taking pictures of that gorgeous dog? Or his frito paws?)

Sunday, July 17, 2011

5 1/2 months later

This is going to be brief, unproofread and probably a just plain unthoughtful post but I figure that any post is better than no post after this long of a period.

Kid is 5 1/2 months old and possessed by the desire to move. Flail, crawl, walk...whatever, he just needs.to.MOVE. He's been army crawling all over the place. It's kind of frustrating but entirely adorable and expected considering who his dad is. I'm surprised he's not climbing on to the countertop and jumping superman-style off the top yet. My hands are full, my life is full, I sleep more than I did before but not enough and frankly, I'm squeezing this task in while the kid's napping. Yesterday I did 90 billion loads of laundry and vacuumed the mountains of dog fur. It's not really that entertaining fodder for a blog but it's what life is and somehow...well, it's fantastic.

Am I right where I was pre-baby? Well, not exactly but from all outward appearances I can fit into all my prepregnancy clothes and shoes and I am the envy of every woman in my office. I have to admit I haven't gone to the gym a day in....several years but just because I'm not working out in the traditional sense doesn't mean my body isn't taxed. Exhaustion plus breastfeeding takes a lot more out of you than you'd imagine. I am back to work and it's been nice to be around people who speak in sentences instead of just yelling at you and pulling at your hair. I have a lot more respect for stay-at-home moms now because I don't know how they stay sane. It's a pretty solitary and thankless job. No one pats you on the back for loading up the dishwasher while hanging on to a screaming child after walking the dog.

Ultimately you do what works and what works for me will probably not work for anyone else. Personally I detest big bulky strollers and love baby-carriers. I don't let my kid sleep in my bed. I haven't given my kid any formula yet. I don't give my kid a pacifier...but I don't care if you let your kid sleep in your bed. If I had twins you'd bet I'd have given up on breastfeeding way before now. And my kid just has no interest in pacifiers so, why bother picking that stupid thing off the floor 90 dozen times a day? I have effectively stopped judging other people for how they raise their kids because we're all just trying to survive it.

And just this once I'll indulge in a picture of the child.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Hello Again my friend

How does one pick up seamlessly after many months away? I've been thinking about it for a long time and I've decided that it would be silly to try and relive every major event that's occurred in the past few months because with a newborn everything is a major event. This post would be 4 feet long and I'd hardly scratch the surface of what actually happened. So what do I do? Ignore the fact that a small human has joined our family? That seems like an impossibility given that I spend all day up to my eyeballs in baby and as a result my mind goes right to baby-mode. I can't stop talking about the baby because he's right THERE, demanding all my attention and energy and love.

To all who are concerned, he's healthy and feisty and my mother thinks he's a genius in comparison to me at his same age. I'll try not to be offended by the fact that means by comparison I was an idiot baby and just focus on the fact that the kid's rocking through his milestones. His birth was...normal-er than the births experienced by some of my peers. No c-section, no inducement, no breech baby...and at least it was fast. I was admitted in the morning and by the afternoon I had a baby in my arms. None of that 72 hours of labor nonsense for me (thankfully). I had wished it to be a more natural birth without an epidural and everyone in the room insisted I could have but there were unfortunate complications that were out of my control, so I caved in and had the epidural and I'm glad I did. You have to do what you feel is necessary to get that baby out and when I thought about it I wasn't doing myself any favors by being exhausted and uncomfortable and miserable during what I anticipated to be one of my most important life experience to-date. You don't get a medal at the end because you sacrificed more than the lady in the room next door anyway.

I feel different, I suppose more like an adult and I don't want to tolerate nonsense from anyone anymore. Life is simply too short to fraternize with people who don't really care. And the fact is that I want to have strong people in my son's life. People whom he can count on and who won't flake out on him. I admit I am not perfect by a long shot, but he's my world and I want to give him the absolute best I can. And if I'm willing to give that to him, why am I willing to accept any less for myself?