When Häagen Dazs called to tell me they would be sending a box of ice cream to my house each month, I thought maybe I was dreaming. We are SO excited to be working with them on their Moment for Me campaign–especially during this holiday season when it’s so easy to get distracted from the things that really matter. We can all use the reminder to embrace life’s true moments of passion and flavor and take time to focus on our families.
Plus, getting ice cream delivered to your doorstep on dry ice is pretty exciting. Our first family “moment” was doing science experiments with the dry ice (by experiments I mean pouring water on it and watching the kids freak out over the mist).
And let me tell you, I turned those cartons into lots of mini moments for myself. (“This is Mommy’s medicine!”)
Then another giant box of goodies arrived…full of all the fixings for a fall fiesta, which sent my girl into a party-planning tizzy. She thrives among invitations and garlands. Since she had also been begging me to put up the Christmas tree, we decided to compromise and call it a Thanksgiving tree. We decked the halls with leaves, then I cut out feathers from colored paper so we could draw pictures and write things we are thankful for.
Thanks for having us, Häagen Dazs…and for helping us remember to not skip Thanksgiving festivities.
Tag your own “Moment for Me” experiences with #hdmoment. And check out the Moment for Me page to see their favorites! And then go buy some of their bourbon pecan praline because it’s AMAZING.
Freshly Picked is about sweet baby feet, but more importantly, it’s about celebrating mamas and babies. Every week we will feature a birth story, a tale of the start of a mother and her child. We want this to be a resource for moms and future moms and a place for sharing and inspiring. Women become mothers in a million different ways. Here are their stories.
photo by Christine Olson Photography
Thank you so much, Corinne, for sharing your story.
I had several people tell me, before and after Anabelle’s birth, “Oh, I’m so sorry you had a c-section,” and even things like, “I’m sorry you didn’t get to experience real birth.” I felt disappointed, afraid, and like I was cheating or doing something wrong. I’m here to say that no matter what way you bring a child into the world, it’s a miracle. Birth is a miracle.
The night before she came, we were up late. Neil was finally packing his hospital bag. Mine of course had been packed for a couple of weeks. I took one last shower with my big huge belly and we got to bed at about midnight, knowing that we’d need to get up around 5 a.m. I think I slept for maybe 3 hours, which was more than I expected to sleep. I woke up at 4:45 and was like a little kid on Christmas morning. I was SO excited to meet my baby girl that it was impossible for me to even consider going back to sleep. So, I got up out of bed and got ready for one of the biggest and most important days of my life. I took one last belly shot on instagram and at 5:45 a.m. before Neil and I headed to the hospital to get all checked in and ready for my 7:30 a.m. scheduled c-section. Continue reading
Ok, folks, time to talk about the spirit of service that sometimes gets lost during the bustle of the holiday season. Our editor Annie contributed a painting to a Kickstarter campaign we want to tell you about. It’s called Ten Voices, and it’s selling art to raise money for creative workshops to help victims of domestic violence…to help them find their voice again.
So if you want to help someone heal or just get art for your walls, think about pledging here.
Annie’s piece is called ”I Made it to the Moon (Can You Hear Me?).” We can’t wear a banner that announces to the world that we’ve survived or arrived or accomplished something great–the world may not hear us yelling from the moon. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t damn impressive. She wants survivors of domestic violence (and all of us) to find pride in survival even if it’s hard to make people understand.