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I’ve been a mother for eight months now, and people always ask me what I miss most about my life before baby… (That ellipsis was me thinking.) Um, less laundry? Less responsibility? Less trash? More sleep?
One thing I do miss about my pre-baby but not pre-pregnancy life is my dream world. I don’t know about you other mothers or mothers-to-be, but when I was pregnant, the places I went to and the things I did in my dreams were way, way, way beyond my imagination.
I lived like a rock star in one, had NC-17 adventures in another… (that ellipsis was for me blushing) and often, I even flew around like a superhero. So I travelled everywhere. That was my dream life when I was carrying little D.
Maybe it was hormones; maybe it was my subconscious getting all my wild tendencies out in my dream world before settling into motherhood. Or, maybe, it was my little girl who sent me out on all these crazy escapades, giving me the most fantastic slumber life saying, “Hey, mama, enjoy this time; I’ll be a great adventure, too.”
But these last months, you know how eventful my dreams were?
I woke up this past weekend a bit confused and told my husband, “I think I just went to the grocery in my dreams. Or did we actually go?” In another dream, it got even duller and I didn’t go anywhere: I cleaned the house. Where’s the fun in that?
Is my wild dream life a thing of the past?
Is my greatest fantasy getting chores done?
Will I ever fly again?
I decided it was time for a big helping of my life before baby. I went out. Without my husband, without baby D—and certainly not to the grocery store.
I joined two non-parent friends and my older sister and BFF—both of whom also wanted a “Mama’s Night Out”—and ventured out on a Saturday night in Hollywood as we did before we had children (or were pregnant with them). We ended up at a very L.A. club that required being on a guest list, didn’t have a proper marked entrance (very Swingers-esque) and didn’t get happening until after midnight.
We had overpriced cocktails and danced as if we were teenagers, thanks to the DJ, who was spinning tracks from artists from our generation versus the 20-something crowd who ruled the place: Prince, Beasties Boys, The Cure, to name a few oldies but goodies.
We didn’t get home until after 1 am. And when I opened my bedroom door, there was my husband and baby fast asleep in bed. I stared at them for a while and thought, this night was even better than I had anticipated. Not because I got to go out without them, but because of what I came home to every night that I didn’t have 8 months ago. (Well, most nights, around that hour, I’d be nursing that babe of mine).
In that moment I decided that the two hours out in Hollywood was real life and my family life is the dream—though, very G-rated with occasional mature language (I blame hormones!)—even with the empty pantry, mountains of laundry and cluttered rooms.
But I’m hoping when I wake up next weekend, my husband and daughter make my dreams come true and those undone chores will be figments of my imagination. Yeah, I’d totally make them my Valentines if they did.
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Unless you’re living under a rock, you know that millions of households and every bar across the country are gearing up for the big game this Sunday, the Super Bowl, arguably the biggest sports event of the year—except in our household.
You see, I married into a hard core basketball-loving family. The only reason you see any football playing on our television is if it’s being featured in a Hollywood feel-good flick.
Over the years I’ve tried to at least find a couple of hours of the week for me to have my NFL block of time. I’d put Monday Night Football on after work, but when my wife saw it was on, she’d never give me any peace to enjoy this great American pastime: watching a bunch of dudes tackling, running and grunting as I kicked back and drank a couple of beers.
When I became a dad last year, I finally got an ally in the household, a best friend forever, an NFL fan (whether she liked it or not) to follow the games with. So when the season started, I was determined to finally make this a football household.
My daughter, Little D, and I had dates for Monday Night Football and weekend games. I thoughtfully would send my wife to nap during those times and turn on the game while baby busied herself with her toys nearby in her playpen. D would happily respond excitedly to any of my cheers or grunts to the NFL action. She thought it was funny. This was our game.
I even joined a fantasy football league with my friend James and a few of his friends to really show my commitment this season, and named my team, Team D, for good luck. Team D actually kicked a– for those first months. (Honestly, I had no clue what I was doing.) But as the season went on “football D” went by the wayside, while I became more consumed with adventures with D outside the home. Now James has been stalking me because he wants the $30 I agreed to throw into the fantasy league.
But with Super Bowl just days away, I think it’s time to bring Team D back to life, because this Daddy and Daughter have a game to play—and I come out a winner every time. (We just have to make sure we get Mommy out of the house or to bed.)
And, guys, don’t tell James where to find me, all right?
For you football fans who need your peace to enjoy the big game, here’s Daddy in Training’s top picks to send your little ones (or significant others) to slumberland.
You’ll be the coolest family on the block with these frightful (but cuddly!) jack-o’-lanterns guarding your home. Follow our simple instructions below and bring our Rockabye bear to life for this Halloween season!
1. Click stencil of choice to download.
2. Print out on 8.5″x11″ paper.
3. Cut out the dark areas of the design with blade or scissors.
4. With wet cloth or spray bottle, wet the pattern on hollowed out pumpkin until it molds to the pumpkin’s form.
5.Using a pushpin, or a poker tool, make pinpoint marks along the design lines. Check to see you have transferred the design completely, then take the pattern off the pumpkin.
6. Using a carving saw, saw dot-to-dot using a gentle up and down motion. Saw gently.
Drawing a blank on what tunes your dear friend might want to share with her little bundle of joy?
We’re here to help! Check out the first installment of our Baby Shower below with the perfect collection of tunes for every mama to be. Just choose which mama you’re shopping for!
Who it’s for: She’s the soon-to-be “rock-mama” who’s outspoken, free-spirited and even a little rebellious at times (yep, she’s hopped a fence or two in her day and was the first in your circle to get a tattoo).
Music has always been a huge part of her life and will continue to be in her new life as “mommy.” The tunes she loves aren’t for the faint of heart but we think she’ll be willing to turn them down a little bit for her mini rocker with these lullaby renditions:
Who it’s for: She’s girl next door, the darling with the big heart who hasn’t sworn since middle school (on a dare). In her spare time, she finds homes for homeless pups and will bring over soup at the drop of a pin when you’re sick. She’s basically like the best grandma ever but . . . closer to your age.
Give her and her little cutie this collection of lullabies that are just as sweet as she is:
Who it’s for: The close acquaintance, friend of a friend. . . of a friend of a friend. You’ve met on more than a dozen occasions, but only by way of mutual pals. Since friends of friends can loosely be considered your own friends, you’ve been invited (perhaps by obligation) to her baby shower!
Since she’s not one of your closest gal pals, you don’t know her well enough to pick out her favorites. So what you need is a little bit of everything :
I feel like I can pretty much trace the trajectory of my life through Prince songs. It was all “Raspberry Berets” and “Little Red Corvettes” in 1999.
And now, 13 years later, it’s maybe a “Sign ‘O’ the Times” that I haven’t seen much “Purple Rain” in a long time. The only thing funky around here lately is the diaper bin, which is why I’m thrilled about this.
I saw Prince perform live at the Hollywood Bowl 12 years ago, and I’m still recovering from it. He was mind-blowing, amazing, incredible, exhilarating and hands-down, the best musical performer I’ve ever seen. I went with my friend Erik; we both had near heart attacks and were sore and hoarse the next day from dancing and screaming. Yes, we are those kinds of fans.
Five or so years ago, I was set to see him again—he’d made some deal with one of the big casinos and I was going to fly to Vegas and celebrate a friend’s 40th birthday. Sure, we had all sorts of plans for fancy dinners and decadence, but, really, it was all about Prince. We were crazy excited. Then, a week before the trip, Prince cancelled the show. It was devastating news.
It sucks to be stood up by Prince, left like a loser holding an airline ticket and an expensive hotel reservation. And while I’m not one to hold a grudge, listening to his music after that was bittersweet. That is, until I had a particularly bad day and crawled in bed with my best friend and listened to Purple Rain on vinyl. That day Prince once again worked his powers on me and I realized I’d forgive him for anything. And I’ll wait as long as it takes till he chooses to grace me with his presence again. Until then, baby and I can listen to his grooves together.
Download Now: Rockabye Baby’s Lullaby Renditions of Prince’s “1999″
Do you keep losing sleep because of a restless baby? Is the moon stealing your baby’s slumber? Spin these bedtime-ready renditions of Silverchair’s most-loved songs. Your little tadpole will be dreaming sweetly, asleep in a golden ocean.
Rockabye Baby! Lullaby Renditions of The White Stripes
Just don’t know what to do with yourself when baby won’t sleep? Don’t fret, Mom and Dad; slip on these blissful versions of The White Stripes’ rock hits. There’ll be no screeching guitar and no crying infants. Tonight, your baby and bedtime are going to be friends.