Monthly Archives: June 2007

Bonjour Kittens

Bonjour my lovelies -

Miss moi? I am back and sadly don’t have much time…work has to go and interfere with my desire to blog away on KT and surf the web and email my friends. How rude, right? How very not-French of my job….

But, I thought I would give you all a taste of moi. Surely you’ve missed moi as it’s been so long. So while I will be brief today, I promise more later this week, I just want to give you some observations from my trip to La France.

First of all, I’ve concluded that going on vacation alone with your husband is a must-do for all mom’s. Even if it feels hard at first. Secondly, I’ve concluded that 5-6 days max is the ideal time. I’ll be honest, for the first 6 days, sure I missed my darling daughter, but trust me, we LOVED afternoon naps, sleeping in, and dilly dallying around town, and long late dinners with lots of wine. That French wine makes everything wonderful. As does the cheese. And the pain au chocolate.

After day 6, I was ready to return to my baby even though I was staring down a weekend in Provence. Actually, I ached for her. But somehow we powered through. I’m thinking the fabulous shops, prolific amounts of wine and cheese and perfect weather with no bugs helped.

So first kittens, a week’s vacation sans enfants is a must-do. Even a long weekend. But if you think you can’t leave your kid or your kid can’t survive without you, well then, you are the first one that ought to be signing up for that break.

But now to La France.

Returning to Europe for the first time as a Mom opened my eyes to things that I assure you, I never noticed or cared about before.

First – my mom was right. Per the usual. The Europeans have WAY better stroller options than we do. When we were shopping for our stroller what feels like 500 years ago, my mother couldn’t believe the dirth of options we have here in the States and how few of the strollers go into a bassinet, fully flat. Well, in Europe, dear kittens, they all do, and they are beautiful and seem to move seemlessly over all the cobblestones. And interestingly, they all were outfitted with beautiful soft fabric for l’enfant.

Is anyone really surprised that the Europeans have better and more stylish strollers than us? Hell, most of us are walking around with European strollers and for all you Bugaboo fans out there, I saw ONE the entire 10 days in France…and of course, it was an American couple.

Second. French baby clothing stores and French maternity fashion.

FABULOUS.

If I had been preggo, I would have shopped my heart out. I did, however, shop my heart out for darling daughter and man was that fun. Adorable outfits, fun color combos that are different from ours (lots of red, lots of polka dots, but much smaller polka dots and of course, an adorable rain coat that is – reversible. Why wouldn’t it be.)

I was also surprised at how family friendly the culture seemed to be. During the day, I noticed new mom’s out and about with their friends, all lunching, babies and strollers everywhere. I never once spotted what seemed to be a nanny. Never. Not once.

We all know that if you walk through the parks and streets of Washington or NY during the day during the week, well, it’s pretty obvious to spot the nannies with the babies. I couldn’t believe that I never ever saw something similar in Paris, Lyon or anywhere in Provence. Occasionally I saw what could have been a Grandmother with the babies. But speaking of parks, the French know how to build them for kids. There were parks everywhere we turned and filled with fabulous large wooden structures to climb all over.

I inquired with our family friends who have been living in France almost ten years now. I asked about returning to work, I asked about maternity leave, I asked all these questions. What I learned is this – the French government pays couples a significant amount of money to have children, they get paid for each kid up to three kids. Note I said “couple” and not “married couples.” I will get into the French political drama over the unmarried couple maybe tomorrow because it was fascinating – but really, it’s so not French to get married.

Our friends thought that you get paid full salary for about 4 months of maternity leave but he wasn’t entirely sure and he said that it is becoming more common for the women to return to work but not nearly the amount as we do here in the good old U.S.

As for the mom’s, they all seemed to have returned to their pre baby bodies even when they were pushing what looked to be a one week old to me. I was amazed. And never once did I ever see evidence of breastfeeding.  I saw lots of mom’s shaking up the bottle, mixing up the formula while they were out to lunch, but never once did I ever see someone breastfeeding. I just saw formula and bottles. And trust me, I was paying attention.

The other thing I noticed was how the French women eat. Again, I was watching. Probably blatantly staring sometimes. They ate everything. They had gobs of bottles of wine (gasp! drinking as a mother! mon dieu!), they had appetizers, bread, entrees, and dessert. And kittens, these women clean their plates.

Why are they still so thin? Is it that they walk and bike everywhere? Does the obsessive smoking help? I don’t know. But these women eat.

And finally, a note on fashion. Flats everywhere in metallics. Lots of black and white, nothing really that blew me away or even really surprised me. Just simple, clean style with flats. And of course a cigarette in one had.

Viva La France

Kittens -

Today is my last day in the office until the 27th of June. I am off to my rightful homeland, France.

C’est vrai.

Darling husband and I leave this weekend and will be gone for about 9 days. And for those of you wondering, darling daughter will NOT be joining us.

The first part of the trip is for work, I will be attending a conference in Lyon, and the last part of the trip is pure vacation. We will head down to Provence and just sorta tool around for a long weekend.

Never in my life, never in my wildest imagation did I ever expect to board a plane to Paris with a heavy heart and high anxiety, but apparently, I still haven’t learned to not be surprised by things since becoming a mom.

I actually do not know how to process not seeing darling daughter for so many days and get super emotional just thinking about it. Realize that I don’t feel sorry for myself and I fully realize how crazy this all sounds – but I’m just being honest.

I think like anything in life, the buildup and anticipation of something is actually worse than the reality, so I fully expect to have recovered and bounced back to my normal self once my twinkle toes hit the ground of Paris on Sunday. And I think a cafe au lait and pain au chocolat will help mend my aching heart…..

I think it will be bizarre and fun for us to revert back to our old life, the life that includes dawdling along streets, browsing casually in shops, loitering around a museum, and eating out at whatever time we damn well please. Not to mention actually eating a warm meal if eating out. That old life seems like light years ago and well, isn’t that what vacation is for? We will get a taste of it once again.

Surely we’ll spend a large part of that dawdling time talking about darling daughter.

But talking about darling daughter when you actually don’t have to DO anything beyond what you want to do at that precise moment in time – again, foreign concept.

And so french kittens, I bid you adieu. I will think of you and come back with grand stories of summer fashion trends in France and anything else you must know about all things wonderful in Europe.

A bientot!

Power

If there’s one part of pop culture I know very little about, it’s comics about superheroes. Yet, my husband loves Spiderman, so I’ve seen the first two movies. Naturally, the very eloquent line delievered by Spiderman’s Aunt stuck with me, as it surely did everyone, and that is, a reminder that with great power comes great responsibility.

Yeah yeah. I know, surely Spiderman’s Aunt didn’t really coin the phrase. Regardless, I am noticing a trend and feel that it is time to discuss it.

Being a Communicator, it is my job to know the latest and greatest ways to reach out to your target audience and well, influence them.

With the popularity of the Internet and now Blogs, comes a whole new avenue for reaching out to target audiences. I mean, really, isn’t it a marketers dream to have easy access to a highly specific, targeted group of individuals?

And isn’t that what marketers have access too with the growing expanse of Mommy Bloggers?

Mais oui, kittens. That is exactly what is happening.

Large, sophisticated companies and industries are investing marketing dollars on reaching out to large and influential mom bloggers. I mean – isn’t it a no brainer? These women generate thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of clicks a day. The mom bloggers aren’t jaded like reporters – you can approach them and pitch them on something, and if you throw in some perks like a trip to the set of  TV show or a visit to the set of a Movie, or an insider’s glimpse into a McDonald’s corporate kitchen -well, they’re likely going to think it’s pretty cool.

And the unstated goal in all of this – is that these powerful and influential mommy bloggers will go home and well, blog about it. And then their readers will do what – go watch the show? Go see the movie? Go buy the product.

Of course.

Just this morning I read about McDonald’s new effort to combat negative stereotypes about their unhealthy food (I’m sorry, did I die and wake up in heaven? Fries aren’t bad for you anymore?) – by inviting popular Mom bloggers to their corporate kitchen over the course of the next few months.

http://blogher.org/node/20770

(NOTE: to any corporate communicators patroling mom blogs out there – I’m open to fashion invitations, like say, from baby gap. but McD’s – not so much).

OK. OK. So really – what’s my point in all of this?

From the communications standpoint, pitching mom bloggers is a no brainer and well, somewhat brilliant.

From a mom blogger and reader of mom blog’s standpoint, I have a few issues. And frankly, I am one of the more jaded people out there, given my line of work.

I blog about being a mom, just as I read others’ blogs about mommyhood because, well, we all have something in common. We share the same job – and it’s the toughest one out there. When someone tips me off to something that really worked with a baby’s nasty cold or a great piece of super soft and well fitting clothing – I’m going to believe them because I inherently am going to trust a mom blogging about motherhood.

I would hate for this final frontier to fall to the enticements that come with being approached by large corporations with lots of money. I would hate to suddenly feel skeptical of other mom bloggers when discussing specific products.

(TVs, Movies – who cares – that doesn’t impact me. And hell, I’d go visit a set too) – but products, clothes, Triaminic, these types of tips – let’s keep them pure and fresh as the new fallen snow, shall we?

My Favorite

As any type A, anal mom and mom-to-be knows, there’s countless articles, books, and web sites dedicate to the various phases your baby goes through, your toddler goes through, etc. What to expect during these period, tips on how to handle it, etc etc.

Throughout the past 19 months, I have thought about each phase my darling daughter is in. What I like about it, what I might have liked better about a previous phase. If you’re looking for an example – an initial one might just be mobility. Sure, it’s fun to see your darling baby walking like Baby Frankenstein, or waddling like your younger self after a few hours at happy hour, but still, mobility changes EVERYTHING. And frankly, life was easier before it.

But like everything else with a baby, a little time passes, and you quickly have no real memory of what your life was like before, you only know how to manage life as it is NOW. And really, in retrospect, every previous phase seems easier, right?

Well, I can say with confidence that right now, the past month – months 18-19, have been my all time favorite with my darling daughter.

I have no shame in saying that I didn’t love the first three-four months. I really didn’t. I loved my daughter but that even took a few weeks, about 6, for me to really grasp. I had to get to know her. I had to get to know me as a mom. And those beginning months really passed in a foggy haze. Frankly, I don’t really remember much about them. Except I didn’t love them.

I thought months 6-8 were pretty amazing. All the smiling and laughing.

I thought months 10-11 were adorable with the crawling.

Obviously when she hit 12 months, I beamed with pride. Not only was darling daughter one, but we survived. We made it. And we were still happily married!

But this age – right now – I LOVE IT.

Why? You wonder?

Well first of all, she’s beyond walking, she’s running. So we don’t really ever get a moment’s rest. But I love communicating with her. I love talking to her on the phone! I love how she talks to us when she’s playing. And I love that her vocabulary isn’t so prolific that she talks back. Don’t think I’m completely naive, I know where we’re headed with these improved communication skills.

But seriously – when she’s hungry, she goes to her high chair and says “up” or in the afternoon, when she wants a snack, she says “nack.”

When she’s tired, she finds her passie and blanket, then goes to the gate at the bottom of the stairs and tries to climb over it. Could it be any more obvious that the kid wants a nap?

And hell, when she’s in the midst of doing something she knows she shouldn’t be doing, she’s actually repeating “No” over and over again. She’s practically doing my job for me.

And naturally, the way she pronounces each word isn’t quite right but it’s close enough so you know what she’s saying – making it all the more charming.

So, I will happily go on the record and state that I, KT, am completely in love with the phase and developmental milestones of a 1.5 year old, temper tantrums and all. I’ll keep you posted as she gets older, I know we have lots of fun in store for us……