‘Mad Housewife’ Wine Party!
Thanks to the wonderful people at MAD HOUSEWIFE CELLARS–
my home was transformed Saturday evening into a wine tasting venue with tons of wine, food, prizes, and most of all, cool DC Metro Mom Contributors and cool readers!
Here are some of the DC Metro Mom Bloggers who came and imbibed. It was awesome to see familiar faces of some well-known bloggers like Toddler Planet, StimeyLand, Monkey Business, Tech Savvy Mama, Surely You Nest and ‘Where’s My Cape?’.
We had fun welcoming a few new contributors too! It was a pleasure to meet Caffeinated, My Party of Six and Crunchy-Chewy Mama!
As the evening wore on, smiling and laughter increased. I had to include this picture, however, because of the funny face that StimeyLand is making behind the bar.
NOTE TO READERS: I don’t normally have a bar in my living room. There is normally a big chair in that corner. But I move it out when we entertain…
The scary reflection on me about this, is that NOBODY questioned the fact that there was a bar in my living room… No one.
People had a great time. There were spatulas and nail files, courtesy of Mad Housewife. And Toddler Planet won the door prize!
Good talk, good women, good times, good wine- What could be better?
Well, Maybe a T-Shirt… lots of people asked me how to get the Mad Housewife T-Shirt I was wearing.
I love this wine!
Thanks to my dad for providing the beautiful Dahlia arrangements that were all over the house.
If you look at the top picture in this post, the Dahlia to the right of the Mad Housewife sign is from the same plant (that my dad grew) that won Best in Show a few weeks ago at the National Dahlia Show, as in, the whole country.
THANKS AGAIN TO THE GREAT PEOPLE AT MAD HOUSEWIFE CELLARS!
If you see this wine, pick up a bottle, it’s very good! Give it a try!
MY LITTLE LEAP INTO THE 21st CENTURY
I’m sitting here on my couch, doing my first blog post from my brand new Macbook laptop! It is awesome! We just re-wired our home to be ALL wireless- YEY! This is so nice and comfortable. The keyboard is effortless and the picture is clear and concise.
I’m so excited that I can blog, check email and surf blogs while sitting on my couch, half-listening to Sunday Night Football.
And, to top it off, I had the pleasure of hosting a DC Metro Moms Wine Party at my house this weekend and it was SUPER FUN!
More on the wine party tomorrow!
STUFF FOUND IN MY COUCH
We covered our couch in a throwcover (is that what they are called?) from Pottery Barn… almost a year ago. Wait – is it called a slipcover?
We did this until we decided what to do in the couch department…
now we’re talking about an addition to the house, so the couch is being put off once again.
I am washing ‘said cover’ as we speak because I’ve never washed it…
Wow, I hope it still fits after washing, especially because I’m having a party Saturday night…
cross you fingers. I’m thinking good thoughts. I’m thinking good thoughts.
Anyway, the point of my post, here it is=
when we took off the slip cover (that is fitted, by the way) Gosh, I’m really hoping it still fits right now.
we found a key… I don’t know what it locks or unlocks
and a MEASURING CUP!
Why was there a measuring cup in my sofa?
This is the answer I really want:
not the answer to world peace, or time continuum, or life on Mars.
What was I or let’s be serious, my son doing, that a measuring cup got stuck, in the couch, so far down, that it wasn’t found until now?
MISTER ROGERS MAKES ME SMILE
“YOU BRING ALL YOU EVER WERE
AND ARE
TO ANY RELATIONSHIP
YOU HAVE TODAY.”
-Mister Rogers
Our Favorite-Stuffed-Animal Crisis
After a perfect evening celebrating our wedding anniversary last Saturday night, my husband and I drove out to my parents’ home on Sunday morning, 35 minutes away, to pick up our Little Man.
My son loves his ‘pajama parties’ at my folks and always brings a few essentials besides clothes and pjs: his favorite blanket, his favorite pillow and most importantly, his favorite stuffed animal: Winnie-the-Pooh.
He has been sleeping with this Poohbear since he can remember. Well, not actually… we have replaced ‘this Pooh’ many times due to vomit, bits of food, mucus (ugh, I hate even typing that word), saliva. I tried to wash him one time in the washing machine, that went okay, but then I put him in the dryer and he came out smelling burnt: don’t try this at home.
But his current Pooh, which he thinks he’s been sleeping with since the day he was born, is always around and frankly, has reached the status of a good friend.
That said, we had a wonderful Sunday, played outside and were busy with games til bedtime. Ahh, a great weekend.
We were putting our Little Man to bed when he asked,
“Where’s Pooh?”
“I’ll find Pooh,” and I went downstairs, scanned the living room, the playroom, the kitchen, his bathroom. ‘He must be downstairs in the basement’ I thought, and I quickly trotted downstairs to the basement playroom, which is ALWAYS where things are when I can’t find them.
I looked around… No Pooh.
My throat started to feel tight. No Pooh.
“Pooh must be in the car.” I yelled up. He had to be. He had to be. Please be in the car. Please be in the car.
My husband ran out to the car, came back in and our eyes met, “Pooh’s not there; we left him out at your parents.”
My heart was up in my throat by this time, all the while I’m thinking,
“We couldn’t have left the most important stuff animal in the world at my parents. That would be such a rookie mistake, laughable even.”
But no one was in a laughing mood. We ran upstairs to my son’s hopeful eyes. Even he was thinking, “We couldn’t have left Pooh at Nanny and Pop’s.”
I called my parents. They hadn’t seen Pooh. Then my mom’s voice broke,
“Oh no, we left him in my car; that’s why we haven’t seen him and it didn’t occur to any of us that he’d been left.”
In the next 5 minutes there was crying, not tantrum crying or ‘I’m just making a point and I’ll get over this crying’; it was ‘I am so incredibly sad’ crying. My son has never been without his Pooh to sleep. A phone call later and my husband was in the car, my dad was rushing, with Pooh in hand, in his car; they would meet halfway.
So I rocked my 4-year-old son and sang to him as he calmed down, knowing that Pooh was on his way. I hadn’t stopped mentally banging my head against the wall with thoughts of ,”Idiot! Rookie mistake!” until we got the call about 20 minutes later that the exchange had been made. My husband and dad pulled their cars along side each other, Pooh was handed out one car window to the other outstretched arm.
Little Man said he was tired and climbed into bed. He insisted I stay with him until Pooh came home, so I got a pillow, laid on the floor beside his bed and we talked.
He stopped talking and looked over at me to make sure I was there and his eyes started to get heavy, fluttered a little and he fell asleep. I just looked at him. It’s beautiful to watch your son fall asleep (ah, in more ways than one). Man, he made it look easy, even after so much turmoil.
I heard the front door open and went to the top of the stairs. “Shhhhh,” my husband handed me Pooh without a word. I tiptoed back into my son’s room, leaned down, nudged him a little and said, “Here’s Pooh, he’s home.” Little Man opened his eyes just long enough to smile and exclaim in a whisper, “Pooh!” He snuggled up to the worn, aged, silly-old-bear, and went immediately back to sleep.
I wish all problems were that easy to solve…
My husband and I looked at each other downstairs: 45 minutes of crisis mode, tears, mentally bashing our lack of awareness- UGH. I still can’t believe WE ALL FORGOT POOH!
But: watching my Little Man fall asleep, laughing while comparing ourselves to Meg and Hamilton Swan in ‘Best In Show’ (“Where is Busy Bee? We have to find Busy Bee!”)-
to our son and all little ones having the ability to fall into a restful sleep almost instantly… priceless.
An abbreviated version of this can be read over at DC Metro Moms Blog.
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SEWER PROBLEMS… THE VIEW FROM MY FRONT DOOR
Our neighbors across the street have a problem with their sewer.
This is the view from my front door.
Oh wait, it’s changing.
Yes, that’s a full size bulldozer. Luckily, I’ve already made friends with the guy who is in charge of this ‘excavation project’…
The good news, he says, is that they won’t start today. They are just going to leave this bulldozer there until Monday. I’m not quite sure how that is good news… but whatever.
The bad news is that the sewer pipe they have to repair and/or replace is right in front of our driveway and house.
More bad news- he thinks he may have to replace our sewer stuff because our houses are on the same line.
BUT – hey, let’s look for that silver lining=
He says this is good in the long run, because we won’t have sewer problems ever… not that we’re having any now…
And they will get this done in 3 or 4 days… he thinks.
I’m thinking positive thoughts. I’m thinking positive thoughts. I’m thinking positive thoughts.
Happy Friday! I hope your view is better!
MY SON IS NOT A STALKER OR SNOB
Next week I have our moms meeting for my son’s preschool class.
I have already prepared a very short speech, so parents are not frightened or offended…
It goes like this:
“Ladies, so nice to see you all that I know and so nice to be able to meet the rest of you. You may know my son already, he’s probably introduced himself in the morning when you’ve dropped off your child. If my Little Man approaches you, recites your address to you, then tells you the best way, in his mind, to get to your house… don’t be alarmed. He is not stalking you or your child. He just loves maps and has been studying the class list and everyone’s addresses.”
I’ll then have to go on and say:
“Ladies, just one more thing. If my son asks you what kind of car you drive, or has already memorized what kind of car you drive, and comments on it, he is not being a snob. He has no idea how much a car costs… any car. He simply LOVES CARS… ALL CARS.”
I purposely never discuss prices of cars with him. I don’t want him to even unconsciously start thinking 1 car is better than another because it is more expensive. Or vice versa.
I think the speech will do the job. Of course, the girls moms will not really understand what I am talking about, but the boys moms will all just nod their heads.
TAKING CARE OF SPECIAL NEEDS CHILDREN
I don’t usually touch on news stories here but people have to know about this. A fellow mom and Silicon Valley Moms Blogger shared this story.
A young man with Down Syndrome, 16 years old, was put in a closet for ‘outbursts’ during class. Teachers and school officials then called the police on him when he refused to GO BACK INTO THE CLOSET after using the restroom.
Every child must get the chance to learn… and I understand that all children are at different levels of intelligence and that maybe this child was disruptive to the ‘class learning experience’…
But who are we kidding here? You don’t put a Down Syndrome young man in a utility closet!
You don’t put ANY child in a closet!
The education system in CA and here on the other coast and everywhere in-between needs to figure this out. It’s not that hard. This story makes my heart ache.
Finally… as the banner at the top of this page reads, this blog concentrates on the ‘good stuff';
in keeping with that:
Let us not forget that every child on the planet deserves the right to learn.
This should not happen anywhere, but especially here- this is America.
FLOWERS, FLOWERS, AWARDS, FLOWERS
CONGRATULATIONS TO MY DAD! He is a retired biochemist and now, avid rose and Dahlia grower. His Dahlias are now winning awards!
The Dahlia above won Best In Show at the National Capital Dahlia Society Show. Those are my son’s hands around the bloom, as you can make out, the flower is just about as tall as him.
My dad also (drumroll, please) went up this past weekend to Philadelphia to the American Dahlia Society National Show.
He won ‘King of the Show’ for Best Big Dahlia (in the country) with the lavender Dahlia on the left of this picture. (That is not the actual bloom that won, but it is very similiar/from the same plant.)
Happy Monday! Don’t forget to stop and smell the flowers 
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