What Goes Up…

Charli and I had a pretty lazy afternoon. … To be fair, I was lazy. Charlotte played with her toys, cooed and was her adorable, intelligent self.

She loves this bucket toy she received for Christmas from some friends. There are shapes she will eventually be able to fit through the appropriately shaped hole in the lid, and there are stacking cups. As she was playing, I attempted to stack the cups, but she would so sweetly knock it down each time.

While laughing at her little giggle, I had an idea.

We have been testing Vine videos at work. The Vine iPhone app allows you to film a 6 second video. The video can be stop-motion or a flowing video (I don’t know the correct terminology). It’s very simple to use, and you can share the video directly to Twitter and/or Facebook.

So, after several failed attempts on my part, and several successful demolition attempts by Charlotte, I finally finished a simple stop-motion video. Alas, what goes up must come down!

https://twitter.com/apmarquart/status/305826059297906688

We Are Bullshit

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A Facebook friend posted this image today. At first, I just scrolled past the post, but the dress silhouette caught my eye. It reminded me of the dress logo the American Heart Association uses to promote heart health for women so I went back.

I don’t know a single woman who could read this quote from Kate Winslet and not agree. I remember my mom drinking slim fast. My sister is always writing on Facebook about working out and losing weight. I even hear my grandma – at 74 years old – talk about feeling overweight. And my beautiful, athletic 12-year-old niece has opened up to me about how she “isn’t skinny.” Twelve. Years. Old.

I’m no different.

I just have one question for all of us women: What the hell is wrong with us?

Let’s set aside the cliche excuses where we blame pop culture, our parents or some previous relationship that ended badly.

We choose to focus on our “faults.” We choose to look at images of waif models and think the world demands that of us. We repeat the mistakes of our parents instead of learning from them, and we let some jerk damage our view of ourselves.

We are bullshit.

I weigh one tiny pound more than the day I found out I was pregnant, but if you asked me, I’d act like it’s the end of the world. I’m so fat. I don’t fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes. I have stretch marks on my hips, thighs, stomach and chest. Wah. Wah. Wah.

I’m tired of listening to myself. I’m sure people around me are tired of listening to my, too. And to those people, I am so sorry.

One seemingly insignificant image and quote from Kate Winslet opened my eyes today.

I have never heard the women around me speak proudly about their bodies or say that they are happy with their appearance.

I refuse to do that to my daughter.

Starting now – after I finish this wine and plate of cookies – I’m going to focus on what I like about my physical appearance, as well as my intellect and just plain awesome personality.

I’ll be writing a post soon about how I love my body. In the mean time, what do you love about yours?

Think about it. … And tell the women in your lives.

From Cupid With Love

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HOS and I have never been big Valentine’s Day people. I don’t know if it’s because we are boring, cheap or just fail at being romantic. I’ve always been one of those women who say that Valentine’s Day isn’t important … Continue reading

Time Without Baby

It has been 48 hours since I’ve held, kissed, snuggled or just looked at my baby girl.

I left Kansas on Tuesday to attend a social media conference in Las Vegas.

I know hat you’re thinking. Rough life, right? I’m not complaining about the conference. I’m really enjoying myself. I just wish I could have packed Charlotte in my carry on.

I’m doing better than I thought I would. I haven’t cried yet, and I haven’t bored my co-worker to death with stories and pictures of Charli.

BUT there was a toddler in the flight from Dallas to Las Vegas, an the poor boy just wanted to be home. He started crying a couple times and my heart just ached. It made me want to go straight home and never leave Charlotte again.

So for the last 48 hours I’ve been baby free, and while I’m having fun, I’m punting the hours until when I get to go home.

It’s still another 36 hours until I can hold, kiss, snuggle or just look at my baby. And you bet your ass, I’m going to wake her up to do it.