Giveaway: Dad's Book of Awesome Projects

There are two types of people in this world. The ones who are crafty ... and the ones who have friends who are crafty. I'm the latter.

I am the reason the word Pinterest Fail exists. But my friend Mike Adamick (you might know him as the dad behind Cry It Out -- the blog, not the parenting method) more or less looks at a needle and thread and unicorns and kittens pop out. His daughter is so lucky.

And you and I? Well, we're close. Mike isn't going to fly in with a superhero cape he just Macguyvered up flapping in the breeze behind him to save you from that unfortunate glue gun accident. But he does have a book out: Dad's Book of Awesome Projects.

I've read it, and I can assure you, this is not hyperbole on behalf of the book publishers who really just want to move some product. It is indeed awesome in the way that only books that provide you with the means to make your kid a fruit crate scooter can be. This is not another book filled with baking soda volcanoes and pipe cleaner flowers. Mike has come up with projects you can do with your kids, and they'll actually want to play with after.

Oh, and the awesomeness isn't just in the creativity of the projects, but in the detailed instructions that you'd have to be an idiot (or you know, me) to screw up. 

And because I am ALSO awesome, I've got a copy to give away!

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Dandelion 1, Mom 0

There she was, running at me, brimming with youthful exuberance.

And there I was, my fingernails caked in dirt, my mouth forming some exaggerated version of Edvard Munch's The Scream.

The culprit? A dandelion clutched in her tiny fist as she ran at me, grin spreading across her little face.

"Mommy, get ready to blow!" she yelled.

My "Noooooo" seemed to come out in a deep rumble, like a movie being played back in slow motion.

I used to wonder how you could go to bed one night, content in your lush green lawn, and wake up the next morning to a sea of yellow weeds.

Now I know.

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Giveaway: Gluten Is My Bitch ... the Book!!

Part of being a writer is being really jealous that your other fabulous writer friends get book deals ... and bitching that you haven't gotten one yet. OK, so maybe it's because you haven't actually written a book yet. Or, well, even come up with your idea. But you get the point. My fabulous writer friends are all getting book deals ... and in the case of one fabulous April Peveteaux, aka the funny behind the blog Gluten Is My Bitch, that book is now out on shelves!

If the word gluten made your eyes just glaze over, please come back to me. Didn't you read the rest of that title? The hilarity that comes out of her head is enough to actually make this gluten-loving non-celiac read her blog on the regular.

As a vegetarian, I can't help getting into people who really understand alternative eating lifestyles, and my girl April has gone full bore into gluten-free since being diagnosed as a celiac (nope, she's not trendy ... just unfortunate).

And my friends, it's good. Good enough to make me try eating a gluten-free donut kind of good.

Yummmmm.

Donuts.

Oh wait, where was I? Oh right, fabulous writer friends and their fabulous books.

Being friends and what not means I got the hook up for a copy of Gluten Is My Bitch ... the book. And of course I have to share. The book, that is, not the donuts.

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5 Business You Need to Invest in Pre-Kid to Get Rich

Just about every warning you read about preparing for kids includes a cost analysis. The latest figure from the USDA (which keeps track of such things) puts the cost of raising a kid to adulthood at around $234,900. That's not factoring in inflation.

It's just for food, shelter, and necessities.

Something tells me that doesn't include paying for a steady supply of Littlest Pet Shops (if you don't know, don't ask ... you're better for not knowing), packs of chewing gum, or Oreos.

But you get the point. Kids cost money. A lot of it.

But the older mine gets, the more I wonder if the economists and the pregnancy book authors aren't coming at this the wrong way. They tell us to save and save, and then go save some more before deciding to have kids.

Maybe they should be telling us to spend or rather, invest.

The amount of toilet paper the average toddler goes through in a week, for example, is sure to play an ample role in the size of a dividend check for a paper company stockholder.

And that's just one product!

I can't imagine the money I'd be sitting on now if I'd just invested wisely in the following:

 

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It's the Mets + the Wiggles for a Mother of a Sunday!

I don't know how my husband and I ended up on the topic, but we were debating whether or not we're "boring" parents the other day. We don't do anything outlandish in this house; no mom in a rock band or dad in a motorcycle gang. But we realized our daughter has had a pretty steady diet of out-on-the-town experiences.

She's been to Major League baseball games, minor league baseball games, minor league hockey games, and major league soccer games ... and a whole lot more.

And at the risk of tooting my own horn (ahem, it is MY blog), I have to admit it's worth it.

This is why I became a Mets mom this summer. Because I believe in getting your kids out to baseball games and the like. Because kids need to get out, explore the world, experience big things!

And the latest offering from the Mets fits right in with that theme ... and I've got a big discount deal for Inside Out readers. Here's the deal:

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Come Onnnnn Children's Place

Of all the things I dread about my child growing older -- and there are many -- I dread her growing out of The Children's Place.

Go figure ... the mom who wears jeans and a sweatshirt EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. cares about kid fashion.

The truth is, I've started to dread shopping for clothes for my daughter. Not because of anything she's done -- she's begun to develop her own taste and asserts herself, but manages to do it politely -- but because of the clothes in half the stores that cater to young girls.

You know what I'm talking about, Moms and Dads (and grandmas and aunts and uncles and ... ). The t-shirts with slogans that tell girls they're too dumb to do homework. The pants with the writing across the behind, drawing the eyes to a young girl's derriere.

If anyone wonders why 7-year-olds are dressing like tramps these days, it's because there are slim pickings on the shelves.

Except for the aforementioned Children's Place.

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What's YOUR Mom (or Dad) Tell?

You don't have to walk inside my house to tell that there is a child in residence. The bike abandoned on the front walkway would give it away before you alighted from you car.

A peek in the back of my car would reveal a booster seat. A look in the front window hints at a small artist with a messy side.

Venture inside, and you're assaulted by a melange of signs of kiddom. A small coat abandoned on the floor beneath the hook here, one size 13 shoe there. The coat to a doll here, a LEGO there.

It's true. I am a mother.

I couldn't escape it if I wanted to. 

 

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The Disney Mom Blog Photo Scandal Needs a Dash of Common Sense

My friend Marshall -- and I didn't steal it; I took it

It's been a rough week in the blogosphere. The Wall Street Journal infantilized grown women with its ridiculous mommy business trip article. And a blogger set off a firestorm with her assessment of a dear friend and Disney publicist Marshall Weinbaum as a "raging douche bag" for an allegedly sexist photo of him (which she edited) standing with several women huddled at his feet.

The former was troubling, but if I had to be honest, was something I've come to expect from the Murdoch-owned Journal. I was once interviewed by a reporter from the paper who had clearly written her article (on "bad" parenting) before she even spoke with me. I was cut from the piece, no doubt because as a seasoned journalist, I knew better than to take her bait.

The latter, however, has upset me in more ways than one. First, of course, there's a friendship with Marshall.

Second, I've noticed a troubling tendency as Americans to assume offense is meant where none is intended. While I won't excuse, for example, a racist joke from someone simply because, "aww man, I didn't mean to hurt someone's feelings," at some point we have to draw the line. At some point we have to acknowledge that people do not always have a secret agenda.

This is my trouble with using an innocent photo of Marshall Weinbaum to ruin his life.

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If I Didn't Tell my Daughter Girls Suck, It Wouldn't Be Fair

I went somewhere I don't usually go last week. I read some comments on an essay I wrote about my daughter having more boy friends than girls. I tell people not to do it, and I went there.

To be fair, it wasn't right on the site. A friend had shared the piece on Reddit's TwoXChromsomes, a site I love, and I was curious to hear what the women over there had to say. And that's where I found a comment that spoke to one of my biggest problems raising a girl in America today.

Women who agreed with me that they recall being friends with more boys than girls, women who cited the cattiness of females they've encountered over the years, were called out for "internalized misogyny."

It's a trend I've noticed more than a few times in feminist readings. There seems to be a trend among feminists to insist that any words spoken against women are not feminist and must be stopped.

But what happens when the words are true? Who is the misogynist then? 

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CNN Got Boston Bombing Coverage Wrong But They're Not Alone

America endured a nightmare last week along with the people of Boston, and in the midst of national tragedy came a debate about the media.

CNN, in its haste to be first with the news of a much awaited arrest of one of the murderers responsible for Marathon Monday's cowardly attacks, came out quickly with an announcement that a bomber was in custody. Too quickly. At that point, the names Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev had yet to even be associated with photos of the bombing suspects, the photos yet to be released.

The response from an American people already on edge was furious, and rightfully so. CNN got it wrong.
Very wrong.

And yet, now that time has passed, now that the more immediate matter of finding the suspects and providing Bostonians with their much-needed safety is over, it's time we as Americans sit down and talk about the role we all play in how rumors are spread.

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Mets Ticket Discount Extended -- LAST CHANCE

This could be YOUR kid!

Good news, y'all! If you didn't get your discount Mets tickets for the Mom and Family Day at CitiField you get a second chance!

The Mets have extended the ticket deadline to April 19 ... yes, that's today! So get hopping!

Here are the details:

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Save a Life -- It Only Takes 10 Seconds

It isn't easy being a do-gooder type these days. Everywhere you go, you're met with empty hands held high in the air as people, often sheepishly, admit they just don't have the cash to share.

That's what makes the bone marrow donation event going on this weekend at the Villa Roma such a beautiful thing.

You don't have to donate a dime. All you need is 10 seconds and the ability to open wide for a cheek swab.

And you can save a life.

Not used to getting such glory for free, are you? Sounds too good to be true?

It's isn't.

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