Sunday, February 28, 2010

Baby's Day Out

I used to LOVE the movie 'Baby's Day Out.'
Saw it last night on the guide and turned it on for a few reminiscent moments.
I almost died of a heart attack.
Seriously, this movie is evil.
Becoming a mommy has ruined any and all fun that this movie once held.
Not only is this small baby kidnapped, then lost by his kidnappers, but he plays with a lighter, crawls around a construction zone, and does multiple other outrageous, extraordinarily dangerous activities.
I wanted to turn it off, but by then I was so upset that I had to watch the end just to make sure that the baby gets home to his mommy okay so I could go to sleep.
Here is the ONLY redeeming quality of this movie-
Starring: Lara Flynn Boyle as the missing baby mama, Cynthia Nixon as the nanny and Fred Thompson as the Polic Chief.
It MIGHT come in use one day in the "Movie/Celebrity Game."
Fun Facts: Baby's Day Out hit movie theaters in 1994, and made over $16 million at US Box Offices.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Dear Chocolate,

Remember me, chocolate?
We used to have a thrice daily love affair.  (And not just at dessert time.  GASP!)
It's been over a week since we've seen each other. 
Lent has taken me from you.

I miss you, chocolate.
Last night, I had to scrape pink sprinkled icing off a delicious mini-you cupcake.
It broke my heart.
I miss our zebra mochas from Starbucks.

Just think of Easter Sunday.
We'll be together again.
Until then, could you try not looking TOO delicious?
Thanks.

The sad thing about this poem is that it isn't a gross over-exaggeration of how I feel about chocolate.  Which is precisely why I give it up for Lent.  One of my best friends once said (not knowing about my Lenten sacrifice) "I hate people who do stupid stuff for Lent like give up chocolate.  How does that bring you any closer to God?"
Well, my friend, when you're love affair is as good as mine, sacrifice is truly holy.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Now I can sleep at night

As if $1.99 breakfast wasn't enough.

My Ikea name.
Really, my blog's Ikea name.
Thank the heavens.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Before and...During?!?

This is me back in April 2009 when I started running...
BEFORE
DURING

At least in the before picture, I had some background and a cute baby in a reflective-Sponge-Bob-colored stroller to take away some of the attention.  The during picture is just me and a big blank wall and a messy house.  Be kind.
I dare not say "AFTER."  I know I'm not finished.
In fact, I just signed up for my first 10K.  That's 6.4 miles of running, folks.  Pure, unadulterated, torturous running.
It's for a good cause- Pediatric Cancer Research Foundation (PCRF) Reaching for the Cure in May.  
I'm going to love every minute of it.  That's what I keep telling myself, at least.
It's for the kids, right?

An Email to My Husband...

Here is the email...Verbatim...

To: Mr. Braunalicious
Love: Mrs. Braunalicious

http://www.mycharmingkids.net/2010/02/why-big-families-are-easier.html


Why big families are easier :)

Let me know if you’re convinced. You know, more convinced than already being the 8th of 9 kids.

I love you.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

The Necessity of Friendship

Here's the deal.
Friendship can be hard work.  Friendship can mean sacrifice.  Friendship can suck sometimes, but most of the time it shouldn't.  But most importantly...
Friendship is a necessity.

And as the collective, "DUH," rings out in your head, know that this is no huge revelation for me.  I KNOW these things in my sane, together, capable brain.  But sometimes my selfish, questioning, idiotic part takes over, and just when I'm about to leave for plans with a friend, excuses start flashing through my brain.
"I'm not feeling so good."
"Everyone else is going to be dressed all hot and I look like crap."
"I've been gone all day, I can't leave for another two hours."
"I think I just broke my pinkie.  Seriously."
etc.


Sometimes, I tell Mr. Braunalicious that "I'm not feeling so good, maybe I shouldn't go..." and he practically shoves me out the door.
Most of the time, I push those thoughts aside and go anyway.
And 99.9% of the time, I am so glad I did.

Take tonight, for example.  Plans for a walk with an AMAZING friend.  (This has nothing to do with not wanting to hang out with you, walking buddy.  You are incredible.)  I leave work after a 10 hour day, see the baby for 45 minutes, and get ready to leave again for the walk.   Normally, I'd bring the baby so she can at least know I'm alive as she hears me gabbing from the stroller, but she barely napped today and I'm not willing to risk an hour nap at 7pm in lieu of bedtime.  I cry in the car on the way to the walk because I feel so guilty.
And then, an hour and a half of catching-up and laughing flies by, and I'm back in the car smiling and belting out songs that I am way too old to know the words to (KIIS FM) on the way home.
Friends, you make my heart sing and my soul happy and I love you.  And I always remember that the second I see you and my stupid excuses and self doubt melt away.
You make me a better me.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Get-Carried-Away on the wings of love

I cannot get that freaking song out of my head.  Thanks, Joel McHale and The Soup.

That's right, we're getting-carried-away over here...
New look, new name, new blog address, same old lovable Carrie and her crazy and random musings.

If you could get-carried-away to anywhere right now, where would you go, and with who?
No question- Hawaii.  Honeymooned in Hawaii and LOVED every freaking second.  Not just the honeymoon part, but the Hawaii part :)  Life seemed..slower, relaxed, beautiful.  I'd take Mr. Braunalicious, A-girl, and my parents/sisters (as willing and free babysitters and lovely traveling companions.)
YOUR turn!

Friday, February 19, 2010

My Disney World Vacation

Check out this AWESOME video of our Disney World vacation.
Apparently, while we were there, we adopted an African-American son! Meet him in the video.
my disney vacation
I'm" starring in my very own magical Disney Vacation video, check it out!
You too can star in your very own Disney Magical Vacation video. wwwmymagicaldisneyvacation.com
Maybe you'll adopt, too! :)

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

A-girl Update

*She loves Elmo. Like LOVES Elmo. Like cries every time we take off her Elmo shirt kind of love. I'm sure if she could write, his name would be scribbled all over her Trapper-Keepers surrounded by little hearts.
*Every time she sees one of our computers, she says, "Mew-sack" (music) and "baby mind" because her daddy sings the "Baby Mine" song from Dumbo.
*Her vocabulary is explosive, but most things still sound like a question. "Hold jew?" (which is "hold you" because she doesn't quite grasp the difference between you/me just yet.)
*She will run from the family room, down the hallway, into the kitchen and say "Ready?" and patiently wait for someone to yell, "GO!" so she can take off running back into the family room. Olympic sprinter to-be?
*Readily and willingly gives kisses to pretty much anyone who asks. We may have to curtail that in the not-to-distant future.
*Is amazing with names, and can pretty much remember anyone's name once she's met them twice. This also comes in handy when, in the middle of the night, her daddy and I are slow to come rescue her and she starts calling out the names of ANYONE she thinks might be faster. "Nana? Katie? Hollis? Mite Casey? Baby Loot?"
*Calls fro yo "freezing yogurt?" Again, with the questions.

*Loves to dance. Will also do a touchdown dance with a water bottle. Step 1- throw the water bottle (empty- we're not that mean) to her and she catches. Step 2- say, "Spike It!" and she throws it on the ground. Step 3- say, "Dance!" and the booty shaking begins.
She is one of my favorite people in the whole wide world.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Man of the House

There's a new man of the Braunalicious house.
He stealthily sauntered in, concealed in an envelope...

Kicked open the front door...
Wooed my daughter...
Took over the remote...
Oh, Flat Stanley. The adventures we'll have during your month-long visit.

Friday, February 5, 2010

All Things At Once

Stole the title from this lovely lady's book...
who I had the fortune of meeting yesterday. She co-hosts "Morning Joe" a morning political talk show on MSNBC, which you can catch from 6-9am on Cox3 (shameless plug.) Mika Brzezinski. She is lovely.
Mika and her co-host Joe Scarborough (former US Senator) were speaking at a luncheon that I attended, and she shared about her book that just came out called "All Things At Once."
Mika decided on that title after an interview with her mom for Mother's Day on CBS. She asked her mom (wife to a former National Security Advisor, mother of three, and sculptor) which aspect of her personality was most important, thinking she would say, "Mother."
Instead,
she replied,
"I am all things at once."

It's no secret that I struggle working full-time and having a daughter. Yes, I am UNBELIEVABLY blessed with an incredible husband who stays home with our daughter most days, and family who fill in the gaps between. And an amazing job (with the best coworkers- seriously the best) who are patient with my bumbling navigation through this new world of motherhood and career.
My ambivalence about this juggling act isn't a question of it's necessity- I have to work, and I know that. And, gosh darn it, I think I'm actually pretty good at my job. I enjoy it. It gives me a sense of accomplishment and a fulfillment that I think it would be difficult (for ME) to find as a stay-at-home mom.
But, man, do I miss my baby when I'm away.
And when I'm at work, I'm thinking about being at home, and when I'm at home, sometimes I'm thinking about everything that needs to be done at work.
My brilliant solution to this mental roller coaster was to decide, with Nick's help, which was more important to me, and pursue that decision with confidence.
That self-imposed torture lead no where.
How to decide between something you love more than yourself, and something you like and are good at but would give up, given the opportunity, but you don't have the opportunity.
As I said before, I have to work, and I like working. I LOVE my A-girl, obviously MORE than I love my job, but I don't have a choice to stay home. And honestly- it's nice to be able to afford a mortgage, and a nice car, and a night out every once in a while. Not nicer than being with my baby, but still nice.
Hearing Mika speak and the answer that her mother gave was a freeing moment for me. This may seem like an obvious revelation, but I DON'T HAVE TO BE ONE OR THE OTHER. I don't
have to choose.
I am, as Mika's mom said, all things at once.
When I'm at work, producing a television show and answering sponsorship requests, I am ALSO a mom. And when I'm with the A-girl, I am still a pr specialist. The only thing that needs to change is my attitude. I need to be a good, hard worker at work, and turn it down (not off) when I go home, and vice versa.
Add to that list of "all things"; wife, friend, runner, daughter, sister, budding wedding planner... and the million other hats we all wear every day.
It's easier said than done to be comfortable with all of those roles mashed together, but it feels like a weight of guilt and doubt and fear have lifted. I knew that becoming a mom would change everything, but I didn't know that included me.
I'm going to be all things at once, and I'm going to be damn good at all of them. Or at least good enough.
Weigh in- I know that this feeling of guilt and doubt isn't secluded to working moms, or even to moms at all. How do you find balance? What does being All Things At Once mean to you?