Thursday, October 28, 2010

In a Mamma Minute....

“So, how long is a minute exactly?” My five year old was eyeing me over her cereal.

I was deep into blogging, throwing her my usual stalling tactic. “In a minute. Darling!”

She continued her questioning. “Is a minute little or big?”

Hmmmmm?

Depends, doesn’t it?

Right now, it was medium-ish.

Later, while I’m on the phone, I am most certain it could be quite long-ish. And, when my nose is deep in a book, it might be a trifle longer even.

Mostly, of course, I like to think minutes are rather short in this house.

But, when I tried to remember when I last had a rendezvous with a short minute, I was at a loss…

Maybe minutes of the miniature kind were no more.

Defunct. Extinct. Banned, even.

The shame.

Well, that settles it.

No more minutes of any variety allowed in this house.

“In a second, darling!”

Might be hard to follow through. But I’m always up for a challenge.

Besides, a certain person of the miniature variety certainly deserves it.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Curse of the Good Girl Book Review



I was asked to review The Curse of the Good Girl by Rachel Simmons. This author wrote the popular Odd Girl Out-The Hidden Culture of Aggression in Girls. If you are a mother to daughters, you need to read this book. She discusses fear of conflict, honest communication and people pleasing. This book brought to light some of the things I was modeling to my daughters in my day to day interactions. It is full of practical advice that will help teach your child emotional and social intelligence. This book is a terrific read that will help us build the next generation of strong women. I encourage all moms to read! I was allowed to reprint this article by Rachel Simmons, which gives an inside look to the book.




Breaking the Curse of the Good Girl: 5 Ways Moms Can Help Girls Be Themselves
By Rachel Simmons,
Author of The Curse of the Good Girl: Raising Authentic Girls with Courage and Confidence

1. Get in touch with your inner Goof
Girls of all ages say they're most in touch with their true selves when they're being silly, crazy, loud, or goofy. By late elementary school, your daughter is likely to hear peers deem silliness "lame" or "immature;" these girls perceive that acting older will make them cooler. When girls shut down silliness, they restrain themselves physically. They begin disconnecting from who they are in order to try to be something they're not. Step in to fill the void and keep silliness alive. Whether it's singing in the car at the top of your lungs, dancing like no one's watching in the kitchen, or making ridiculous faces and noises, just do it: let go of the "be perfect" rules and dork out together. There is no more powerful antidote to the pressure to be perfect than a Mom who can burp the alphabet.

2. Say no and speak up
Your daughter lives in a world that tells her Good Girls are nice 24/7, no exceptions. In a peer culture that avoids conflict, girls don't get permission or learn skills to say no. These are crucial muscles you want your daughter to have: the ability not just to know what she's feeling, but to act on it. Think about the last time your daughter heard you speak up and challenge something or someone. Show her how it's done: assertively and with respect. Warning: expect embarrassment. I used to want to throw myself under a bus when my mom sent cold French fries back to a restaurant kitchen for re-heating. Fifteen years later, I sent them back myself -- and thanked my Mom for the permission she gave me.

3. Get comfortable with your limits
Good Girls are expected to be flawless: not a hair out of place or math problem wrong. All that pressure can make a girl terrified of mistakes. The next time you screw up, gauge your reaction and consider the example it sets. Find your sense of humor if you can. Barring that, avoid labeling yourself in front of her ("I'm such an idiot") or making sweeping predictive statements ("I'll never get this right"). Point out the silver lining of your mistakes (there's always at least one). Show her errors aren't the end of the world. Bonus point: Take healthy risks with or in front of her. Anxious about that first spinning class? Worried about that next leap at work? Take it, and tell her about your nerves. Even if it doesn't pan out, she is watching a mother who's willing to fail. No one makes it big by playing it safe, and your example will give her permission to take the risks that yield the most exhilarating rewards.

4. Be a little selfish
The Perfect Mom culture is suffocating. It suggests truly good mothers put everyone's needs before their own. But the rules of being a Perfect Mom are directly at odds with the example most women want to set for their daughters. Laurie's 12 year old confronted her. "Mom," she said, "Why don't you go to that dance class you want to take? All you do is take care of us." Laurie was horrified. "What kind of example was I setting? That my life is all about everyone else?" She made it a point to take the class -- even if it meant not being there to drive every carpool shift or help with homework. Letting your children down isn't easy, but the long-term, big picture message they get is: I've got a mother who takes care of herself and leads a balanced life. In other words, one of the best gifts you can give your daughter is to take something for yourself.

5. Share Your Feelings
Myth: Just because girls have lots of feelings means they're really good at knowing and expressing them. Truth: Not only do girls often struggle to know what they're feeling; many describe feelings as nuisances that make you look lame or weak, just like boys! Girls who communicate their feelings let others know what they need and are less likely to lose control over their behavior. What you can do: use emotion words in front of your daughter to model your comfort and build her own emotional vocabulary. Say how you're feeling (remembering to leave out the stuff daughters shouldn't hear, like "I am feeling really angry at your father"). Ask her how she's feeling. Instead of asking, "How was your day?" try "How are you feeling?" If she says "Fine," say, "Fine-happy? Fine-worried? Fine-excited?" Knowing and saying how you feel is a powerful channel to our true selves, not to mention successful relationships.

© 2010 Rachel Simmons, author of The Curse of the Good Girl: Raising Authentic Girls with Courage and Confidence

Author Bio
Rachel Simmons is the author of New York Times bestseller Odd Girl Out: The Hidden Culture of Aggression in Girls. She is the founding director of the Girls' Leadership Institute. She lives in Brooklyn, New York.

For more information please visit www.rachelsimmons.com and follow the author on Facebook and Twitter.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Sweet A$$ Time

Sometimes, I waste time.

It’s not that I have a problem with it or anything. Actually, I’m rather fond of time, especially if it’s free and has my name written all over it.

Truthfully, I’m an enormous fan of time. I obsessively keep track of it with my schedules and calendars. I monopolize it. I wonder how it got away from me. And, I always want more of it.

If I could, I’d recycle it. ‘Cuz I’m green like that.

I’d re-do it ‘til I got it right. Those precious moments would get recycled over and over- Christmas mornings, birthdays and endless summer days.

I’d even reduce time a bit- throw away those ugly moments that are cowering in the closet.

I used to be pretty aggressive in my approach to time. (See “Wanted Dead or Alive- My Free Time”).

Now, as the girls are getting older and I have a few moments to myself while they’re in preschool and kindergarten, I have learned spare time does come….well….. in good time.

So, maybe I should re-phrase “wasting time”.

I’m not wasting it.
I’m savoring it.
Doing nothing. Feet up. With some chocolate.

Ahhh….It’s about time.
Don’t ‘cha think?


Sure took its sweet a$$ time, though.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Mail Order Frog

I couldn’t believe it.

The frog had returned.

While taking out the garbage, I, once again, discovered a fat little frog huddled behind the trash cans, eyeing me nervously.

“Is that you again, buddy?”

He blinked. I took that as a yes.

“Did your lady give you the boot?”

He hopped towards me. Another yes.

“Need some help with another hook up?”

He stared silently, head cocked sideways. Maybe?

“Cuz there’s another pond around the block. I could take you over there, introduce you to the ladies.”

He hopped on my shoe. Don’t think I need to translate that.

So, that’s how I ended up as a froggy matchmaker. See, I’ve always had a thing for the underfrogs of the world.

Makes for a busy day…

“This matchmaker’s working overtime, fellas. Take a number. ALL tadpoles in the back of the line. No line jumping. No pushing. No shoving. No cutting. And, what’s with the grasshopper in the back? I don’t work with the creepy, crawly types, bud! You’re on your own.”

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Taleidoscope review


What is it about Kaleidoscopes that capture the imagination? It's such a classic toy any boy or girl would love. It's also a timeless piece that looks impressive sitting atop a desk. A perfect stocking stuffer or a birthday surprise, too!
I was asked to review this beautiful, hand crafted, wooden taleidoscope recently. Of course, my little gals and I were over the moon to get our eyeballs on this handsome toy.

What is a taleidoscope? I wondered that, too.

It is very much like a kaleidoscope, but instead of seeing glitter or multicolored confetti, you see whatever image is in front of you. Of course, the image is morphed hundreds of times.

This particular model is made of beautiful solid laminated wood and is available for engraving.

It makes for some fun and what a gorgeous piece! Thank you Kaleidoscopes to you for supplying us with such a gorgeous toy!




Monday, September 27, 2010

A bit of a mess...

Apparently, my makeup bag had been compromised.

Loose powder sprinkled the floor, an uncapped lipstick stood teetering on its head, and a liner had been formally introduced to a lash curler. My toddler sat amongst the mess clutching a powder puff and wearing a grin.

“Mommy, I beautiful…….just like Cinderella!”

I inhaled deeply, aghast at the mess. But, fortunately, I had a light bulb of a moment and made a quick recovery.

In my highest voice, I channeled her fairy godmother.

“Oh, Cinderella, whatever did you do?
Bippity boppity boo.
Here, kid, this paper towel is for you…”


She looked at me quizzically, glittery lashes fluttering.
I added emphasis, using a nearby toothbrush as a wand and took my voice up another notch.

“Clean up the goo.
Here’s a tissue.
You may be just two
But, it’s certainly true
You can help mommy too
(Was that lipstick new?

Oh, Boo-Hoo!)
Bippity boppity boo!”


Before she knew it, my little one had a broom in one hand and a paper towel in the other. She was a one woman musical cleaning crew, scrubbing the floor and happily hopping about to my directions.

See? Add a little Disney to anything and you get an instant solution.

That guy was a genius.



Looking for free diamond stud earrings? Just got these gorgeous babies in the mail.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

A little froggy luck

I discovered a frog hiding behind our trash can in the garage this morning.

He sat there cowering by the wall, golden eyes glued on me and a quick heartbeat in his chest. I tried to calm the panicky creature.

"You're OK, Bud."

Soon, Mr. Froggie had two more sets of eyes upon him.

"Mommy, what's the Frog Prince doing by the trash?"

"Froggy! Froggy!"

I explained that the frog had lost his way and needed a helping hand.

My gals were quick to search the garden for toadstools and lily pads, but came back empty handed. At a loss for what to do, my oldest suggested a nice, cozy box set up in her room.

In the end, however, we decided to release the critter close to a neighbor's pond. It must have been from here that he had escaped earlier.

"He's one lucky little frog!" My daughter observed.

As the sticky creature leaped to the edge of the pond, I could have sworn he looked over his shoulder to throw us an appreciative glance.

And, maybe I was seeing things, but I thought I saw another pair of golden eyes peering from the mossy pond, frilly eyelashes fluttering flirtatiously.

"You're right. He is one lucky guy." I agreed with my daughter.

And, I suspect he's going to get luckier as the evening progresses.

Ribbit!

You're welcome!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Hey, bud, what's the big idea?

Don’t you love it when a fabulous idea lands right in your lap?

It floats down out of nowhere, bright eyed and bushy tailed, eager to roll up its sleeves and get to work. It lends a hand where needed. Ingenuity and quick thinking are its tools of trade.

As for you?

Well, you gleefully surrender yourself to the fruit of its efforts, watching from a distance. Your feet are up with glass in hand as you watch it slave away, nose to grindstone.

“Now, there’s an idea!” you say, patting it on the back encouragingly.

You are the envy of others.

“Where do you get your great ideas?”

You inspire green eyed envy even from even your nearest and dearest friends.

“Wish I was the one who came up with that great idea!”

Every once in a while, you get a lemon of an idea, who, despite its best efforts, mucks things up, prompting some snide remarks….

“Hey, bud! What’s the big idea!?”

But, most of the time, those great ideas come from nowhere, are eager to please and are the most useful creatures to happen upon.

Serving as your indentured servant, they advance a home or work project, bloom a business and chase the heels of opportunity. These nifty creatures know how to light up a room. And, isn’t it particularly sweet when they not only pay a visit, but bring a knapsack and stay for an extended while?

Ever happen to you?

Yeah…umm……well, me neither.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Today I Am 2!!

Today, Mamma Talk is turning two!

She has emerged from her infancy and is now running steadily into her terrible twos…. tantrums, teething, potty training and all…

When I think back to that day I labored Mamma talk into existence, fiddling with Blogger and struggling with Twitter, I never could have imagined this day.

I merely thought this was a small experiment, a strange hobby that I didn’t totally get, a fad that would see its better day. But, I kept tending to this small, sometimes dusty corner of the blogosphere.

Along the way, I’ve met some lovely friends, written many posts…..both good and bad.

And, in the end, I kinda hung in there. Sure, I bellyached.

I complained that I had nothing to say.

That it was the wrong season to blog.

That I was just too preoccupied to keep up….

And, had better things to do….

‘Cuz that’s what blogging is about.

Now, we have two flickering pink candles on this birthday cake and a proud toddler blogger eager for what awaits us…on the bloggy seas!

Thank you for reading! A big thank you to those of you who actually took the guided tour of old posts! Took me awhile to link to all of them!

Monday, August 30, 2010

Potty Me? Yes! Potty You!

Is there a light at the end of this potty training tunnel?

Because I feel like I’m sitting here alone and lost in this dark and dismal tunnel with a fistful of damp matches.

…Hoping beyond hope that the tide will turn...Dreaming of potty victory…Praying to the ceramic gods…

I have cajoled. I have bribed. I have waited. I have charted.

Finally, only to turn the other cheek…ahem.

However, I have learned that sometimes when you’re frustrated and over wrought…And, when you just can’t take it anymore as you are swirling down the drain hole of mamma madness…

Magic can occur…

“Bippity boppity boo…
Here’s some potty magic for you…”


FLUSH!

With all of the creatures lurking in my home,(here, here, here) why I hadn’t considered putting in a call to my Potty Godmother, I will never know. But, there she stood. She was dressed in magic fairy blue with a sparkling wand held high over the pot.

“Next time, child, give the Potty Godmother a call.
Buns are my expertise. I guide them. I train them. I get them to sit.
I show them. I teach them. I get them to sh*t.
You see, it’s my trade. My line of work.
Gimme a call before mom goes beserk.”

She left me with her business card and a feel for her wit.

Priscella, Potty GodMother
1-800-U2-CAN-SH*T