Calling All Harry Potter Fans!

I have a confession to make and I’m not sure how I feel about admitting this to the general public, but here goes.

I have only read the first four Harry Potter books.

I can hear all of you shrieking “You WHAT??” right now. It’s sad but true. (I’m not going to tell you how many Jenny’s read, but I’ll give you a hint – it starts with “z” and ends with “ero”).

I love books. The idea that zillions of kids line up at midnight to buy the latest book (as opposed to, say, the Wii or whatever that thing is called) gives me hope for the future. I am very ashamed of myself for not getting on the bandwagon as well.

I’ve been trying to figure out how I’m going to catch up with the rest of the world and get this book read… but I’m not sure how to go about it.

I vaguely remember the first four books. Should I start with number five (I couldn’t tell you what the title of any of them to save my life, so bear with me as I refer to them by number) or go back to number one? I don’t know.

So I’m leaving it up to all of you Harry Potter experts. The results of the poll below will determine my Harry Potter fate! Make sure you vote before Friday at midnight so I can start reading over the weekend… and leave a comment to tell me why you voted the way you did.

Do you have an idea that I didn’t think of? Let me know, and I’ll add it to the poll.

Thanks for helping me make this crucial decision!










My Ballot Box


How should Emily prepare for the new Harry Potter book?


Read them all over again.

Listen to all the previous books on CD.

Pick up where she left off.. no need to re-read.

Pretend she’s in high school and watch the movies instead.




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A Backseat Driver and a HOTT Mom

They (and by “they” I mean Justin Timberlake) say “what goes around comes around.”

If that is true then I am getting my just desserts, because my son has become, at the ripe old age of three-and-almost-a-half, a backseat driver. A bad one. My husband would say that not long ago, I too could claim that title. But I learned after a few years that he didn’t appreciate it and I was wise to bite my tongue and clench my fists when I thought he should stop, go, slow down, speed up, or go a different route.

Now, it’s my turn to get “directed” by Joshua. Yesterday I had to yell at him in the car (and I am NOT a yeller with my kids) because he was pressuring me as I was trying to back out of the driveway. We live on a very busy street, and there is a side street directly behind our driveway, so sometimes it takes a while to get a break in the traffic when trying to back out. So I look left, I look right, I look in the rearview, I repeat the process for freaking EVER until finally I get a chance to go. Here’s what I dealt with while trying that yesterday:

“Go Mommy. Go. GO MOMMY! It’s our turn it’s our turn it’s our turn GO MOMMY!”

The kid had me so flustered I nearly hit the gas and shot backward into oncoming traffic just so he’d stop! But wisely, I yelled at him instead. Then, once I had his attention, gave him a nice lecture about how he could not tell Mommy what to do, and how I didn’t need his help driving. Then, I proceeded to wait all over again for my turn to get on the road! Let’s hope he got the point.

In other driving news, tonight on the way to dinner with a girlfriend (for the first time in like 487 years), some guy in a black Camaro TOTALLY drove next to me on purpose and tried to catch my eye for the longest time. I did have my children with me (swapped them with my hubby at his workplace on my way to dinner), but apparently, I’m too sexy for my mom sedan and my two kids in car seats in the back. That’s right, I’m HOTT (with two T’s. That is not a typo). Who knew?


We are very happy to announce that thanks to you, our loyal readers, and Karen at pediascribe.com, “When Motherhood Meets HAZMAT” was declared the winner of the “Klean” dirty story contest. Thanks to everyone who voted!!

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It’s a Miracle!


Three and a half years ago, I had a baby boy. He was sweet, cute, cuddly, and happy. He nursed well, he slept well, and he was an “easy” baby. Perhaps he was a little too easy, because when I became a mother for the second time, my daughter totally rocked my world. She was cute and cuddly all right, and she always nursed well, but she was not exactly content and happy like her brother had been, and she was never really a good sleeper.

Since she was also a wild child while still in my womb, I’d had a feeling this might happen, and on the advice of my very smart (beautiful, savvy, etc.) cousin Emily, I had purchased a Miracle Blanket before Sophia was born. The Miracle Blanket is a swaddling blanket and it truly is miraculous.

You see, swaddling, which is very comforting to a newborn, is only comforting if you do it exactly right. Doing it exactly right can be quite complicated, especially for one or two sleep-deprived, bleary-eyed parents. When Emily first told me about the Miracle Blanket, it was in an email, in which she said, “If I’d had a Miracle Blanket, it wouldn’t have taken me and Andy both to swaddle Kate correctly.” I am happy to say she is right!

When you have a Miracle Blanket, you can swaddle an infant quickly, correctly, and safely – all by yourself! I am functionally retarded (ask anyone who knows me!) and even I can do it. This blanket has a pouch for baby’s legs, flaps to hold baby’s arms tightly at her side, and uses no buckles, Velcro, or snaps. We used a swaddler (with Velcro) for my son that he could easily get out of by the time he was three weeks old, but the Miracle Blanket is made to fit babies up to four months old, and my daughter fit in hers until she was five months (and she is on the higher side of the growth chart). It was truly a sad day for Bobby and me when we had to take Sophie “off blanket”. She loved being swaddled, and every night around ten p.m. when she’d start to get fussy, we’d just quickly wrap her up tight like a baby burrito in the Miracle Blanket and she’d calm down. I mean girlfriend would get happy. Since she couldn’t kick and flail her limbs about, she didn’t startle herself awake, and she started sleeping for three and four hour stretches at night instead of for just 1-2 hour stretches. Thus I was able to function during the day and parent both my children instead of just lying on the couch like a zombie or calling my own mother to please come save me.

The Miracle Blanket costs around $30 (click here to purchase one) and it is worth every penny. Actually if I had to do it all over again I’d pay twice as much because there’s no way I could have survived Sophia’s first three months without it. Luckily, you won’t even have to pay full price because the good folks at The Miracle Blanket are offering $5 off to Mommin’ It Up readers! Just use coupon code MOMUP231 at checkout! It’s good until the end of the year! They come in several different color combinations (I got a gender neutral green so I can pass it along to Emily if she ever pops out another kid) and they clean beautifully in the washer and dryer. (You’ve never SEEN me do a load of laundry as fast as when I had to wash the MB, because it had to be ready for Sophia’s bedtime.)

The moral of the story is, if you’re pregnant, do yourself a huge favor and get one, and if you’re going to a baby shower, it’s the perfect present for a new mom. It truly is the gift that keeps on giving. It makes nursing and soothing a fussy baby so much easier, and helps baby take longer naps during the day, too. Which might mean that mommy gets a nap or a shower – another miracle!

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