Beach Baby

My babes and I have taken a slight hietus to relax at the beach, drink beers, bronze our bodies, and just relax.  I was very nervous that my first beach get-a-way with a baby would be a disaster.  I am used to getting to the beach, getting up by 10am, frying my body in the sand until at least 4pm when it is time to start boozing, bathing, and getting ready for a night out.  Things were a bit different this year but mostly, in a good way.  Having Brody to laugh at, look at, and play with made our beach days even more entertaining.  We are also so lucky to have a big family who loves my son immensely so they jumped at the chance to walk him, take him up for a nap, or let me and the hubby go out for a night of drinking.  Seriously, what would I do without the fam?


Brody was obsessed with the water.  I mean, a kid named Brody should love the beach, right?  If the penis didn't give it away, his attitude and actions scream BOY.  This kid was face diving into waves (p.s. he's 10 months old).  I am going to have a serious trouble maker and heart breaker on my hands.  I'm fine with the heart breaking...I'm not a fan of teenage skanks anyway.


So, without further ado...here are the latest and greatest of my little beach bum

Don't lie to yourself...this is the cutest baby ever.  I might not be able to have more kids because there is no way I can dublicate this cuteness.

That's right and hopefully his friends think so in 15 years when he's in high school.  I wouldn't mind be the hot mom.  Just saying...

Real Housewives??

I have said it once and I'll say it again. I am obsessed with  Bravo and the Real Housewives.  It doesn't matter which season (even though I have my favorites), I get involved, intertwined, and obsessed with their catty fights, ridiculous lifestyles, and bitchy attitudes.  The Real Housewives of NYC is definitley my least favorite.  These women just annoy me.  I don't have a favorite or even a feeling that I could hang out with one of them for the day and have a great time.  This doesn't mean, however, that I don't watch every episode and have an opinion on their every move and attitude.

So...last night while I was straining my tired eyes to stay awake and watch the Reunion Show part 2, I found myself getting irritated.  As they went back and forth during the entire show (poor Andy Cohen) bitching and fighting, I was barely paying attention.  But then they started getting on Ramona and saying she has a drinking problem.  First of all, I will start by saying that I am not a super Ramona fan.  She is obnoxious and a little ridiculous but spunky and wants to have fun.  Regardless, they showed clips of her and her constant need, love, and demand of pinot grigio.  So?????  If these women think Ramona has a drinking problem, they themselves have mental problems.

The woman loves her some pinot...so do I.  As a matter of fact, I have a big glass of delicious Barefoot Pinot Grigio right now.

http://www.barefootwine.com/

Why can't the woman have a glass (or 4) of wine at social events if she wants to?  I don't care if it's 10:00 in the morning or 10:00 at night.  If she wants some wine, give her some wine.  I expect some type of alcoholic beverage at any event I go to.  If I show up somewhere and it's a sober event, I am irritated.  I don't care if it's a breakfast, a baby shower, or my grandma's 85th birthday.  I demanded alcohol at my baby shower because I said I didn't want everyone else to suffer and be sober just because I had to be.  Does this make me an alcoholic?  Maybe I love my cocktails because I am a working mom of a 10 month old and my only connection to sanity is the large glass of wine I consume each night.  Maybe it's because I actually love the taste of wine and champagne.  Or maybe...just maybe, it's because I'm 27 years old and if I want a fucking drink, give me one. 

So Ramona, if you want these woman to butt out, just use my favorite phrase...DTMMB.  Don't Tell Me My Business.  I use this at home, at work, and with friends.  If you want wine, pour a glass and shout out DTMMB. 

With that, I'm off to finish this wine, finish some work, and start packing for my vacation that starts bright and early Friday morning.  I might even drink a mimosa on the way to the beach (the husband will be driving).  How do you like me now Jill Zarin?!

Dance Party USA

When days, months, minutes, and motherhood start to get stressful or overwhelming, there are certain things that people to to revamp and refresh.  Maybe a massage?  A glass of wine?  Exercise?  Read a book?  I am a fan of all of these things but sometimes, I prefer to do something a little different and "crazy" to clear my mind. 

Before I continue, I need to define "crazy" in my terms.  I tend to call things, people, and events crazy all of the time.  It is the main adjective I use when describing my family and myself.  We're all fucking crazy.  But I mean this in the best way.  We're obnoxious, loud, outspoken, opinioned people who love a strong cocktail and a great time.  So, if I describe someone (or myself) a crazy bitch, it's a borderline compliment. 

Anyway...I love fun.  I love to sing, celebrate, laugh, do different things, and have a great time.  Motherhood has changed me but not drastically.  During my pregnancy, I was constantly committing myself to remain the fun, outgoing person I am and I feel like I've done a pretty good job at keeping up the role.  Brody has learned to adjust to a life of crazy and has become his own little perfect shade of crazy.  This kid doesn't stop moving and is constantly laughing, getting into trouble, and crawling/running in circles around the house.  Yes, I know that all kids are active but my kid is SUPER active.  Trust me, I've done the research.  This being the case, he thinks it's an insane good time to blast music and have dance parties.  I'm not making this up.  He loves music (especially the liking of my boo Britney Spears, Keisha, some serious 80's jams, and a few hard core rap remixes).  When we get home from work/the babysitters, we usually go buck wild for about a half hour, tearing through toys, jumping around the house, and crawling around the floor. 

Well, the other day he was just not feeling any of his toys.  He threw the fire truck.  Threw the baseball bat.  Threw the books.  Threw EVERYTHING in my house.  So...I sat him down, blasted Britney, and started seriously jumping and dancing around him in circles.  I was singing, swinging my long ponytail in his face, and shaking every part of this "semi back in shape" body.  I'm sure he felt as mesmerized as I did when I was at the actual Britney concert because he didn't make a peep for 30 minutes as he sat, stared, and smiled.  As the cardio continued, I put him on my shoulders so he could join in on the fun.  It was seriously like Christmas for this kid.  He couldn't stop smiling and laughing.  When my husband did the sneak attack in the front door and stood there watching this ridiculous scene for about 5 minutes before I caught him, his exact words were "What's wrong with you?"  I couldn't breathe well enough to respond.

Later that evening, I was sitting outside with a few neighbors, enjoying a nice glass of wine when my next door neighbor asked "Were you working out in your basement earlier?  I heard the techno/dance music blasting."  For a minute I thought, maybe I'll lie to make myself sound a little more normal but decided that honesty was the best way to handle this.  "Oh no, that was just me and Brody having a serious dance party.  He loves Britney and Keisha."

If you don't feel a little less crazy after reading about my craziness, I can't help you.




Happy Monday!

A Day in the Life

It is very hard for me to admit when I am not doing something well.  I strive to be a perfectionist and have am very OCD about a lot of things.  My husband "jokes" that I don't know how to relax but in reality, he is correct.  When I am sitting on the couch, I am thinking about other things I could be doing (dishes, laundry, exercising, reading, etc).  Life in itself is pretty busy for me these days but this crazy quality makes it even worse.  As I said in my last post, I am becoming HORRIBLE at keeping up with this blog and am contemplating whether or not it is something I am going to continue.  I truly do love writing and sharing but I don't want it to be something I have to do, but something I want to do.  So, in the effort to make somewhat of an excuse for my lowsy blogging updates lately, here is a quick outline of my daily life.  Once you see this, you will see that I am not just a crazy person, I am actually very busy these days.

5:40am:  Alarm goes off
5:55am:  Out the door to run 4-6 miles and sometimes a track interval workout
7:10am:  Home just in time for the husband to gulp down a bowl of cereal before he heads off to work
7:15-8:15am:  Get myself showered, dressed, make up face, fed, son dressed, fed, diaper changed
8:15-9:30am:  Babysitter drop off and then commute an hour to our nation's capital for work.  This hour usually includes conference calls, catch up calls with clients and co-workers, or serious jam sessions
9:30am-4:30pm: visit clients, attend meetings, lunches, cold call, put through orders, pretty much talk on the phone or work on the blackberry and laptop all day
4:30-5:30pm: Babysitter pickup and commute home
6:00pm-8:00pm - Dinner time, play time, bath time, Brody bed time
8:00pm-10:00pm - some nights I have another hour or so of work to do on the computer.  Then it's time to prep the diaper bag, pack lunches, chug a glass of wine, possibly get some QT in with the hubby, and then I'm off to bed.

I just got exhausted writing that.  Of course, every day is not exactly the same but you get the idea.  To add fuel to fire, we have been out of town nearly every other weekend attending weddings of friends.  My poor son has been all over the place (thank god he won't remember how many weekends we had to leave him during his first 12 months!).  I am constantly talking about needing "me" time but am slowing starting to realize that this so called "me" time is not something that most moms get on a regular basis.  So...when you pull up my blog and see that I am MAYBE writing once a week, I consider that an accomplishment!  I have seriously thought about soliciting my friends to help make over my blog and remind me to write.  I know that my life is not very different from every mom out there, I am just having a hard time making time for everything, including my little blog that is in desperate need for some TLC.

In about two weeks, my little family is off to the beach and I absolutley cannot wait.  This mommy needs some serious sun, sand, and alcohol.

Bad Blogger

Ok people...I think it's do or die time for this sassy, working mom.  First of all, I would like to say that I am a really sore loser.  I like being right, good at everything, and am one stubborn, Irish lady.  This being the case, the fact that I am becoming a horrible blogger does not make me happy.  I need to either step my game up or accept the fact that it's pretty hard to be a wife, mom, house keeper, account manager, grocery shopper, partier, and exerciser.  I mean seriously, can I really add good blogger to that list?  I absolutely love to write and share the reality in which I live so I hope I can make a commitment to sip my wine by the computer at night while I blog away.

This is my personal pep talk.  I need to give these to myself every so often when I feel like a part of my life is slaking.  Right now, the exercising, working, mom and wife part are my top priorities (not in that order!) but I want to make sharring my life one too.  I just hope that by reading my craziness and listening to my blunt words, you all find some entertainment.  Stay tuned...hopefully more to come!

Happy Weekend!

Happy July 4th weekend!  I am starting my weekend off with a delicious orange crush. 

I hope yours is full of fun and cocktails!

Movie Review

No, I am not an acclaimed critic or really an insane movie watcher who joins online movie reviews or follows movie blogs.  Regardless, I am going to tell each and every one of you what I think about this movie.  Unless you are a prude and hate fun, you MUST see it.

The title alone pulled me towards the movie theatre.  This year, I am a bridesmaid in three weddings and already have another one lined up for 2012.  Because of this, I know the craziness that can go on but especially, the emotions women go through when their friends are getting married.  But also, I knew that with this group of actresses, it would be a funny film and I was ready for some raunchy laughs.  Friends and co-workers, men and women alike, have told me how funny it is so I was prepared.

My mom, sister, and I ventured to a Sunday afternoon movie and in the first five minutes, I knew this was going to be great.  The converstation, blunt honesty, and great combination of friends, family, and wedding craziness really made it a great, see again, movie. 

Not to be a spoiler, but I just need to say how much I appreciated one character.  Although I have only lived nine wonderful months with a son, I have already realized how the testosterone is taking over my house.  Everything is trucks, blue, sports.  We don't play delicately with toys...instead we throw them, bang our head on the ground, and laugh.  One bridesmaid kept going on about her three sons and how she NEEDED to get out of the house.  "You know, they get to that age and there is semen everywhere!"  She begged for a Vegas bachelorette party so she could show off a hot, new tube top and hang out with some people with vaginas and boobs.  I couldn't help but hysterically laugh as she went on and on about her sons.

If you don't like crude language, innapropriate converstaions, sex scenes, or poop...you won't like this movie.  If you enjoy a little of the above, which I enjoy a lot of each, you are going to be as big a fan as I am.

Enjoy friends!

http://www.bridesmaidsmovie.com/