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Hot (Mom) Wheels

by Administrator in Baby Land, Mommy's Musings

It was inevitable. It could not be stopped. I’d become another statistic. It was fine time that I … DUN DUN DUN

Get. A. Mom. Car.

Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t exactly driving the Barbie Corvette for the past 28 years of my life. My first car was the original ’98 Honda CR-V which was followed by my college graduation present of a sweet lookin’ red Volvo S40. The poor Volvo got totaled a year-and-a-half after I got it thanks to a super fun hit-and-run by an unlicensed driver on my way to work one morning, so we quickly had to get a replacement which was a VW Jetta. LOVED that Jetta, but soon after, I was hired by a publishing company which GAVE me a car, so I rocked the Camry for about 18 months until I left that job to go back to school. My first leased car as a married woman brought me back to a Jetta and I enjoyed the ride for the past three years.

There. There’s my delicious smorgasbord of a car history. Comfortable and safe cars; the meatloaves and cheeseburgers of vehicles. No Batmobiles or DeLoreans with Flux Capacitors (I just scored points with the hubster for that one), but I did enjoy some sweet rides in my 12 years of licensed-hood. With the lease up on Jetta II, and my back breaking from schlepping an infant in and out of it, there was no doubt in our minds we had to get a mom car. An SUV. A small SUV.

We shopped around and Bryan did a thorough job comparing and charting rates on leases and gadgets in each vehicle. We checked out the Hyundai Santa Fe and the Nissan Murano. We fantasized about the Lexus and BMW models, and then slapped ourselves back to reality and set our eyes on the Honda CR-V.

That’s right. Back to my roots.

And thanks to some sweet talkin’ and the luck of timing called “The End of 2011,” we not only scored a reasonably priced CR-V but it came more loaded than a TGI Fridays potato skins platter (again with the food?!). I’m sorry, but can we discuss butt warmers? There is nothing more fantastic in the world than your tushie heating up as you drive on a cold winter’s day. Granted, our winter has been rocking 70s and 80s on the weather reports, but in January, I pretend it’s winter-winter instead of summer-winter and declare mandatory butt warmers!

Also, Bluetooth. Hi. It’s so good to finally meet you! I look like a crazy person when I use you because I appear to be talking to myself when other drivers check out my sah-weet ride, but still, I don’t care. I love that your buttons read my mind and my callers’ voices appear in the air, surrounding my ears like a hug from ear muffs. It’s beautiful.

Satellite radio has also been making my rides more fun. I have had satellite radios in the past, but they’ve all been portable devices with wires and cords and power outlets and… ugh… what a mess. Having an installed system and seeing the songs’ information on the screen? Oh, it’s a delight. And what kind of weirdo has Broadway showtunes programmed in the #1 spot and right next to it in the #2 spot is Howard Stern? Oh yes, that’s me. So? I’m eclectic.

And the storage! So much room for mommy-and-baby tchotchkes and the stroller and the bags! And I can so easily change Madelyn’s diaper in the cargo space because we have a shelf extender. I can’t stop gushing. Honda should pay me. Hello? Honda? Hi. I need money.

Really, though, there’s nothing more exciting than driving a new car, don’t you think? I imagine I drive the way Princeton walks on the sidewalk: proud, tail up, ears perked, with a little bit of a swagger. I just feel GOOD in my new car. It’s a three-year lease and I’m already certain we’ll just turn right around and get another CR-V.

I may not be a Hot Mom these days (more on that later), but I’m driving some Hot Wheels and it’s an honor to be driving Miss Madelyn.

Bryan signs our life away to lease the new car.

The new car in all her fluorescent-light-in-the-night beauty.

Driving at 10 and 2 is for photo moments.

It's never too early to teach a 4-month-old to drive to prepare her for her yellow and red Little Tikes car.

  1. Kristin
    1/16/2012 2:26 PM

    Hi Alison, I’ve known Bryan since we were little kids and I’m also a very close friend of Whitney Cooley. I always see Bryan posting links to this blog on Facebook but finally got around to checking it out.. I just want to say that your posts crack me up! You have an awesome writing style and such a great sense of humor. Congrats on the new wheels! 🙂

  2. Kevin Kirkpatrick
    1/16/2012 12:10 PM

    Oh nice, I’m a big fan of the CR-V. I took at look at this one at the car show and was amazed at the handle in the back that can fold down the seats in one pull. Congrats!!

Chanukah Princess

For the majority of my adulthood, the holiday season has been pretty anticlimactic. During my college days, if I was still in Tucson during Chanukah, we hardly celebrated. When I graduated and started dating Bryan, we exchanged a couple gifts for a year or two and then decided we’d just treat each other well all throughout the year. The first year we lived together, we decorated the house with blue and Chanukah-themed tzchotchkes, but for the few years after, the decorations stayed in their plastic tub beyond 365 days. This year, though, with Madelyn in everyone’s lives, Chanukah took on a whole new excitement and we celebrated as if it was the first time the holiday had meaning since we were kids ourselves.

The takeaway: people really like Madelyn! Her grandparents loved spoiling her, her great aunts and cousins made sure to include her in their generous gift-giving, and her Auntie Ali enjoyed buying new things for her niece. Lighting candles and watching her stare at the lit menorah was magical, and we used our best singing voices when saying the prayer. We patiently helped her tear open the wrapping paper and savored each moment as she discovered what she was holding in her hands.

Next year, when Madelyn has a better understanding of the holiday — or that there is a holiday to be excited about — her mommy and daddy will have a present to open all eight nights. This year, though, we let everyone else enjoy the gift-giving experience with a mini gathering at our house with Mimi and Poppa and Mimi’s parents, GG and Grandy. There was a bigger party a few nights later at Grandma and Grandpa’s house with lots of cousins. And the next night, Grandma and Grandpa showered their granddaughter with even more presents! Holy matzo balls! All of the Chanukah party nights were full of yummy food (no latkes for Madelyn this year!), lots of new toys, and a full-on game of Pass the Baby.

Madelyn may not have had any idea about why all of her family gathered or about the historical and storied significance of the holiday, but it was another milestone in her first year of life that will make great photo collections!

Woo hoo! An excuse to use the fancy married China!

Bryan's latkes went straight to my thighs. Worth every calorie.

GG, Madelyn, and Mama: content after latkes and formula.

Madelyn shows off for her great grandparents

So far so good -- the baby didn't try to grab the candles.

Madelyn surrounded by a deep blue sea... of presents.

One day, she'll be tearing open pink rectangular boxes of Barbies, but this year it's all about...

THE RING STACKER... in. her. mouth.

Madelyn and Madeline. The little French girl must taste as good as a baguette.

Dog kisses. The gift that keeps on giving. And giving. And giving.

Madelyn gets deja vu for 8 nights in a row.

Chanukah at Grandma & Grandpa's is like an episode of the Jewish Partridge Family -- everyone sings!

... and 3.2 seconds later, the water ducky became the saliva ducky.

Twelve months of Madelyn!

Two babies, both dressed up in animal outfits.

Madelyn's first tea party set! Baby Bri'ish accent not included.

  1. 1/10/2012 11:31 AM

    I need to come up with new synonyms so I can keep telling you how adorable you guys are! Seriously, you’re killing me!

  2. Mimi
    1/5/2012 5:50 PM

    The 1st photo displays the delicious table of latkes and brisket……and then I see your exercise ball in the background. Was that to remind us that we needed to burn off all those well-received calories!? Madelyn, you can enjoy the yummy latkes next Chanukah!

Happy New Year

2011. No big deal. Nothing happened. Nothing changed.

Oh wait, I’m thinking about 2010.

Our 2011 was hah-uge! We had a baby! Our lives changed for, like, EVER, and it’s been the craziest, sweetest, scariest, coolest adventure to date.

I’m scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed (I know, shocker. I’m never on Facebook) (does our blog look good in sarcasm?), and I’m seeing lots of posts related to the exit of 2011. Most people say that 2011 was “meh” and that 2012 will be better; that 2011 didn’t turn out to be anything fabulous and they’re looking forward to what 2012 will bring instead; that 2011 was crappy and here’s hoping for a happier 2012. I’m having Déjà Vu all over again because I swear I saw these same declarations last year when 2011 was the fresh and promising start to goodness after a ho-hum 2010! Wheeee!!

But you know what? It’s just a number. It’s just a year. The good, the bad, and the ugly of life don’t know numbers from letters. They just… happen. We’re not getting all tangled up in the idea of a new number, branding 2011 as a certain adjective and 2012 as an opposite adjective. New Year’s Eve is a marker of time, and a visible chance on the calendar to do your best, hope for best, and plan for best.

Unfortunately, there is no switch to a lighter, brighter year as soon as Seacrest smiles at the camera at midnight. The switch is there all throughout the year, and we get to flip the switch any time we want. Why wait for the ball to drop? Instead, let’s be on the ball!

Our switch flipped on in August of 2011. No confetti. No balloon drop. No champagne. Just two hopeful people and a perfect little girl. A happy new year — a new life — indeed!

The best part about new years, though, is the chance to make a new New Year card! Did you know it’s awfully hard to get a baby, a dog, and a mom to cooperate for the camera? The dad just gets irritated over the whole charade because he manages to look great at every click of the camera. These were the photos and captions that almost made the cut.

Happy New Year from my crib to yours!

Happy New Year! If only this card was a video instead a photograph where you have to hold still for .2 seconds.

Happy New Year from mom and both her chins!

Happy New Year and wishing you lots of focus in the year 20 -- OH LOOK A PARTY BLOWER!

Happy New Year and wishing you good hair days a head. A HEAD. AHEAD. Get it? Eh?

Happy New Yezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Happy New Year and hoping you and your hair don't take flight.

Happy New Year and may you take comfort in your oral fixations.

Happy New Year and be classy as you celebrate! Don't fall asleep on the bottle!

Happy New Year to you and your dog. Wait, where is the dog going?

And after all that, we finally got our act together, so from our family to yours…

  1. Mimi
    12/31/2011 5:42 PM

    I can’t remember laughing this hard over welcoming in a new year. The best part of it is that the source of the laughter is from the 4 of you. You make me smile 365 days a year! I love & cherish Madelyn’s arrival in 2011, and I cannot wait to move into 2012 with her & Princeton (and their parents). Happy 2012! Cheers, Laughs & Love–Mom/Sharon/Mimi

Sweet Suite

by Alison Friedman in Baby Land, Mommy's Musings, Pregnancy

Don’t think for one second that as soon as we found out we were having a girl, I wasn’t already blueprinting the baby’s nursery in my head! We saw the lady bits on the monitor and BAM! My brain was already deciding what piece of furniture goes on which wall and which shade of paint should be painted on it. It was like wedding planning all over again, but the final product would last more than eight hours and I was making decisions for another person (okay, so the lats part is exactly like wedding planning! Womp womp…).

Bryan and I both agreed we wanted our baby girl’s room to be girly. Modern, unisex, and contemporary styles — although cool — just aren’t our taste. I also didn’t love the idea of a baby-ish themed nursery either. I know, a baby would be living in there, but little, cartoonish duckies or teddy bears or kitty cats around the room just wasn’t my idea of girly sophistication. I dabbled with the shabby chic theme because to me that speaks girly and delicate, but the stores that I’d already registered with didn’t carry any true shabby chic bedding which, to me, is the starting point for nursery decor. Plus, shabby chic patterns, while gorgeous, are usually soft and muted in color and my eye always goes to color (hello, pink and orange wedding colors!). So with shabby chic as a trampoline of inspiration, I began my nursery decor and ended up selecting a lot of pieces from Pottery Barn Kids and Baby, lending the room to become girly sophistication.

Before owning all the pieces, we first had to paint the walls. It took me forever to decide on the colors and Bryan was anxiously waiting for me to make a decision so he could purchase the paints and begin painting his daughter’s room. But I threw a wrench in the plans when I decided to take a personal design risk and choose three colors! Three walls would be painted a soft, buttery yellow and the wall that would house the crib would be accent wall with two shades of pink in stripes. Bryan heard me say stripes and he immediately dialed our inexpensive, but talented painter, Alvaro. A few days later, Alvaro and his team painted the baby’s room and executed the stripes perfectly!

My fabulous baby showers were so much fun and many of our generous friends and family also contributed pieces to the room to complete the nursery. It was fun to tie it all up and complete the finishing touches. I wanted the room to be a space that our daughter would love, but also be a haven for us, her parents. We knew we’d be spending a lot of time in there (hence the purchase of Apple TV next to the mini flat screen), so it was important that it was comfortable, relaxing, and beautiful.

The finished product was complete a couple weeks before Madelyn was born, but I didn’t have a chance to take and share photos until now. Oops. Here’s a little tour of the sweet baby suite!


It took me forever to fall in love with crib bedding. I may as well have made a JDate profile for sheets and gone on dates to be courted by dream bedding because I spent many sleepless nights crying over patterns and colors gone wrong. I did fall in love with an ensemble from Pottery Barn Baby that kept getting back ordered. I was promised a May arrival, then July, then August (cutting it close…) and then September. I was sick and tired of being led on and decided to break up with the bedding that couldn’t make a commitment. Broken hearted, I began the search all over again and found a set that would lift my spirits and help me believe in love again. (Sidenote: I was in PB Baby a few weeks ago, and saw that the original first love was back in stock and showcased in their crib room. I had pangs of nostalgia and for a second, thought about making contact again, but knew the right choice was to remain with my current and forever crib bedding because it treats my baby right, it’s beautiful, and it’s reliable.).

I’m not much of a DIY-er because I don’t have patience or the space to store arts and crafts. However, on rare occasion when I do get crafty and I haven’t drained my creativity in blogging, I really do enjoy being artsy fartsy. The one thing I absolutely wanted to make myself was the baby’s name wall hanging over her crib. I had specific criteria so it was just easier for me to make it instead of purchasing it. I wanted it to be safely hung over the crib so I knew I couldn’t use wooden letters. We live in earthquake country, and I didn’t trust myself to create anything that would be heavy and earthquake-safe, so I knew the letters from Michael’s would be out. I also wanted to be able to control the colors and patterns, and while I found some letters I liked in Anthropologie, my.favorite.store.ever., I also didn’t want to spend 20-something dollars a letter. Madelyn is a long name. ‘Nuff said.

So I went to Paper Source to brew some creativity and lo and behold, they had hollow cardboard letters in the most perfect font and beautiful papers with which to decoupage. I made my purchases and as soon as I got home, I got gluin’! I carefully cut and glued papers all around the letters, intertwining some of the patterns across all the letters to create a loose theme. After everything dried, I super glued the backs of the letters to a green polka-dot ribbon, tied bows at the end, and under the bows, I hid tacks to secure to the wall. It was actually a really easy project, super fun to make, and left my wallet in tact. Best part, I’m really proud of how it turned out and love that it’s a centerpiece of the wall.

I fell in love with a shelf at Pottery Barn Kids that I knew would house special trinkets, pictures, and, most importantly, shoes! This shelf would definitely be for more decorative than practical purposes, but I really felt like it helped complete this corner of the room.

On the shelf sits a trinket box that my best friend’s mom made for me when I was a teenager, a musical teddy bear that I loved as a baby (the wind-up is overwound. This makes me sad), beautiful booties that were a gift from one of Madelyn’s Auntie Phis, an owl that brings out the colors in the room and is the other half of a set of bookends, and one of my favorite photos of Madelyn taken by our cousin Sara, which is inside a frame from my mom that coincidentally mimics the striped wall! My own ballet shoes from when I was a toddler hang on the peg as well as other cute shoes and a ballerina outfit from Auntie Pattie.

Instead of buying a whole new wall unit, we decided to use an Ikea bookcase we had from our married-without-kids days. It used to be in the office/guest room, which was the room before it became the nursery (pour a little out for the office/guest room) and it held old college text books, wedding planning documents circa 2008, picture frames, and ashamedly, overall clutter. It was the perfect piece to hold the new baby’s books, stuffed animals, frames, and her our TV.

I thought the baby should also have her own little corner of her own little room (thanks, Rodgers and Hammerstein for the inspiration), so thanks to Auntie Harmony, she has a baby-sized chair that matches the rest of the decor. This chair may look familiar as the monthiversary photo chair! It’s tucked away between the crib and the bookcase and next to a basket of toys, so she has her own special place in the corner. Yes, somebody puts baby in the corner, and it’s me.

Opposite of her bookcase is a wall with another important piece of furniture, the dresser and changing table. I like that it’s placed under a bank of windows so we can enjoy natural light as we change diapers, get dressed, and play. Madelyn loves to play on the changing table and there’s no better time with my girl than nudey time: we sing songs, play with toys, and babble on about the day.

I have all the supplies right next to me on the top of the changing table, and all of the must-have clothes and diapers are in the drawers. On the wall, two shelves from my college days are home to some photos and keepsakes for Madelyn to look at while we change and play.

The changing table shares a wall with a toy chest and a basket of amazing blankets that were gifts, some of them handmade, like the yummy ones by Auntie Alison. I like that this space is light and uncluttered but is home to necessary items.

I spent almost as much time researching upholstered glider chairs as I did going on dates with crib bedding. We went to so many stores and sat in so many beat up floor samples. Starting a relationship with a chair was frustrating and seemed fruitless. No store had exactly what I wanted — the chair’s make and model and with an ottoman — so it was really hard to sample this combination. As a last straw attempt to test drive my dream chair ensemble, I stumbled across Joseph Wahl Arts in Woodland Hills and finally felt I could enter a marriage with my Little Castle Cottage chair and ottoman. I highly recommend this adorable store for babies and kids of all ages and the owner, Joseph, was extremely helpful and nice.

I placed my order and couldn’t wait for the chair to arrive so I could sink into it and pretend to read to my baby (thank you, Princeton, for helping me rehearse before the baby came). I wanted a neutral color so that it could be used in any room of the house when Bryan and I are old and gray and past the child-rearing years. I also didn’t want it to fight with the other colors in the room so as much as I love all the Little Castle swatches and colors, I decided that a neutral sandy color would mesh with the entire space. I also wanted a little table next to the chair so I could set a bottle down or put my own refreshments on a steady surface. I found this little green table at Home Goods and liked that it brought out the desired green for the accent color. Sometimes I just sit in the chair and look around and thank my baby for completing our home.

Bryan and I made a video for Madelyn just a few days before she was born that gave her a tour of her newly designed room. Prepare to see a whale-ish female figure also known as pregnant me. Also, we are overall dorks. Oh, and Bryan intends to pan down on my belly in the beginning, but instead it’s a boob shot. Awesomeness. My favorite part of the whole thing is the nanosecond before it ends where I say, “Please be nice.” Oh Pregnant Alison of August 2011, if only you knew. If only you knew.

  1. Linda
    12/28/2011 3:08 PM

    This is THE. Utest nursery I have EVER seen

  2. Char
    12/28/2011 1:33 PM

    Love the way Madelyn’s room turned out. The glider looks soooo comfortable. I used to go to Joseph Wahl when he had a store iin Thousand Oaks. He has all these great signs that I love. His parents usually have a booth at the Simi Valley Street Fair. Looks like you are getting along just fine being a mommy!

  3. ljr
    12/28/2011 12:31 PM

    adorable!
    No room for miss piggy bank??
    ….i kept her decor in mind… 🙁
    no worries – i guess it was just the timing of this piece..

Mom Confessions

by Alison Friedman in Mommy's Musings

Motherhood has brought about a whole new set of ideals, preferences, and values. I am basically the same person (depending on what you think of me, that’s either a good thing or a bad thing), but I now have thoughts about things that I’d never considered prior to becoming a mommy. Some of these things are embarrassing. But because this is my little corner of the Internet, I’m going to disclose them.

1. I like to pick Madelyn’s boogers from her nose. I try to avoid using the snot-sucker from the hospital because it’s just not as fun as picking the boogers myself. Plus, it doesn’t really fit in her nose that well, so uh, yeah, that’s really why. But the girl has a lot of boogers these days (oh dear, does this mean she’s going to be a mouth breather? Mouth breathers always look confused as they walk through life) and sometimes they just dangle in the wind so I angle my pinkie fingernail and scoop it out. It’s quite satisfying. Go rent a baby and try it if you don’t have a baby of your own.

2. I’ve never been a gambler or a risk taker. I’m comfortable with the predictable things in life and I like being in control of most situations. But there’s something exhilarating about playing “Beat the Pee” when Madelyn is on the changing table. She looooooooves having her diaper changed (what a princess!) and we always have a lot of fun playing and singing and making embarrassing sounds together. I use this opportunity to allow Madelyn airing-out time, but secretly, I enjoy the rush of taking risks, fully knowing she could pee at any second. Sometimes, I lose and she pees before we are done playing, but let me tell you, nothing feels more victorious than getting through a nudey-tushie session without a stream! I love living on the edge.

3. Madelyn is still chowing down on her formula. The doctor said we could start the switch to solids with oatmeal cereal, and we’ll probably give it a go this weekend when Bryan and I can both be home to witness this milestone. This means I have to buy a brand of food. I haven’t had to think about this. In the beginning, the brand of food she got was called Boob Juice, straight from my tap. Then that all stopped (eye roll) and we are now feeding her a very $$ special $$ formula for her milk protein allergy. That’s it. No real decisions necessary. Now there are actually shelves with products from which to choose. And here’s the thing: I don’t think I really care about organic. Gasp. I know. What kind of 20-something mother am I and how do I have the audacity to be a Californian? Good for all the moms who spend the time reading every label and paying the big bucks for the high end food. I just don’t have that kind of dedication. And of course I want the best for my kid, but how much better is organic baby food? I don’t even strictly eat organic! And I certainly didn’t as a baby because, well, the word “organic” didn’t really exist in the era of my childhood. And yes, the cliche “…and I turned out fine!” is the name of the game here. So, I don’t know. I mean, Madelyn will get her nutrients because I really do like yummy and fresh produce, I plan to make her food that is balanced, and I fully understand the dealio with high fructose corn syrup (boo! hiss! See?), but when there’s a dollar difference between mushy peaches in the jar, I’m going with the one that allows Madelyn to still go to college.

4. I’m fascinated by poop. Riddle me this: Madelyn consumes the same liquid all day, every day. Thus far, nothing is ever different about her diet. Why on God’s green (organic?) earth, then, does her poop vary so frequently? One day it’s liquidy. One day it’s solid. One day it’s mossy green. Another day it’s spinach green. Sometimes it’s both greens! (Ooo! That’s exciting! Double whammy!). The same liquid can create so many different results. Eighth wonder of the world.

5. I kiss Madelyn maybe 47,000 times a day. It’s probably borderline harassment how many times I kiss her per day. But I can’t get enough of her fuzzy hair on her head on my lips or her buttery soft cheeks on mine. I just cant. stop. kissing. her. After she sneezes that cute little “A-too! A-too!”, I kiss. After she yawns with that wide mouth and yummy baby breath, I kiss. After she giggles her giggle that sounds better than Mozart, I kiss. Forehead, cheeks, neck, earlobes, mouth, belly — it’s like an addiction. Madelyn has a soft lovey that soothes her and helps her fall asleep or feel comfortable. I think Madelyn is my lovey. Her sweetness soothes me and every time I give her little butterfly kisses all over, I feel calm and happy. Those are some crazy endorphins, man.

  1. K
    12/22/2011 9:48 AM

    Awww. Yeah, sometimes my lips are chapped from kissing F so much. And hugging. Enjoy your baby!