It’s Friday night, and the mood is right.  Gonna have some fun, show you how it’s done, TGIF.

Actually, it’s Friday night and the mood is grim.  It’s been a long day and an even longer week and I’m trying to get myself off the couch and out the door to a game night with friends.  This shouldn’t be that much of a challenge — one of my favorite girlfriends is coming to pick me up, we’re going all of 5 minutes away, and I get to bring Apples to Apples.  But ever since I became a mom, and especially since I became the mom of many, it has been practically impossible for me to keep up anything resembling a social life.  It’s not that I don’t have super awesome amazing hilarious ridiculously great friends, or that they don’t do super great fantastic things… I think it’s just that I’m so damn tired.

What about you?  Are you better at striking a parent/person balance than I am?  Tell me about it in the poll below:

-Meryl at the Goose

P.S.  Don’t feel bad if you chose the third answer — that just means you get to spend your evenings reading this blog, and really, what could be more fun that that?


Valentine’s Day: A Poll

February 14, 2011

You know how Law and Order is often “ripped from the headlines?”  Well, my blog posts are often ripped from Facebook, and this post is one of them.

My wonderful friend Keli lamented this evening about her hatred for the tradition of exchanging valentines in school.  She (and the subsequent commenters) made some valid points:  generally, that the exercise is a waste of paper that kids don’t care about anyway.  Still, I stayed up late preparing two classes worth of the valentines pictured above, and I even liked doing it.  Maybe somewhere I have an inner romantic I’ve never met, or, more likely, this kind of activity is great for my obsessive compulsive need to craft.  Either way, I’m kind of on board with Valentine’s Day.

How about you all?  Vote in the poll below and tell us all about our V-Day plans in the comments.


-Meryl at the Goose

Talk to Me about Thanksgiving

November 23, 2010

Smoked turkey a la Sorensen, circa 2009

Thanksgiving is almost here, and we want to know how you celebrate.  Have you been cooking for days, or does your prep work begin Thursday morning?  Is your dinner at noon, at 6:00 pm, or sometime in between?  Where do you stand on such important issues as the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, stuffing inside or outside the turkey, and the appropriate number of pie choices?  Come on, let’s talk turkey!  (I’m sorry, I had to do it — the holidays make me cheesy.)



June 11, 2010

So, I usually try to deliver these blog posts to y’all on a fairly regular schedule … three times weekly, fairly evenly spaced.  Lately, though, as you may have noticed, I’ve been struggling.  Here’s why:


If you can’t tell from the pictures, my laptop is literally falling apart at the seams.  Those pictures were taken a couple of days ago, and it looks even worse now.  This just isn’t the kind of family in which broken things get fixed right away, especially since there are usually several broken things going on at once.  This week, for example, we have: 


That cereal bowl has been sitting, broken, in the same spot for three days.  The thing that kills me is that whoever broke it, instead of throwing in the garbage, painstakingly piled the pieces up and PUT THE SPOON BACK ON TOP OF IT.  As though someone else may come along and say, “Hey, I’d love to have  some cereal in this totally broken bowl.  Thank goodness there’s a spoon right here.”  (By the way, I’m blaming this particular incident on the teenager, though if you wanted to place a bet on my husband as the culprit, I wouldn’t laugh in your face.)

Also, this happened: 


In case you’re having trouble orienting yourself with that image, those are indeed staples in the back of my daughter’s head.  My little walking calamity, as one of her teachers recently called her, managed to procure a nice gash from one of her frequent falls.  Amazingly, she was up and walking around minutes after the fall in question, and it was only when I took stock of just how much blood was flying all over did it occur to me that we might need some serious medical intervention.  (Fun fact:  It turns out that the Punkinbutt bamboo washcloths we sell at the Goose are excellent for absorbing blood.) 

Still, being in the company of so many other broken things is only a small part of why the laptop hasn’t been sent away for fixing yet.  The real issue is that I can barely stand the thought of being without my computer.  What if something happens?  What if I need it?  What if it misses me?  Isn’t it better to just type away really really slowly, since one of my hands is busy holding the screen ad keyboard together? 

I’m ashamed of my modern technology codependency, but I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one afflicted.  Reassure me in the poll below. 

-Meryl at the Goose

So, someone (a kid-sized someone, not a grown-up … that would be a different post) bit Corrina at school yesterday.  Someone bit Corrina at school yesterday THREE TIMES.  I know this, because she has three distinct bite marks on her arm, and because the teacher kindly counted them for me as I signed the incident report.  I also found out that Rina was out of sight when it happened, that she cried, and that this was atypical behavior for the biting aggressor, who admitted her actions and was held accountable. 

I’m a little turned around here, because normally, I’m the mom of the biter.  My kids are hardcore.  They’re intense.  They take people out.  I’m completely used to phone calls and notes reporting the most recent thing one of my kids has done wrong, and I’ve grown quite graceful at handling those situations.  Being the mom of the victim, however, is a totally new experience.   

So, help.  Tell me how I feel. 


On a related note,  there is a pertinent Yo Gabba Gabba song for this post.  You may view the video below, and if you need more explanation regarding all things Gabba, I promise to provide such an explanation some day in the near future.  For now, check it out:

-Meryl at the Goose

This morning, the three-year-old in our house had absolutely no interest in getting out of his pajamas.  Ready to go out and ride his bike, he approached me, proffering his “Max shoes” (black Converse All Stars that he wore for Halloween when dressed as Max from Where the Wild Things Are) and said, “I go outside now? I be careful in my ‘jamas.” 

Oddly, my first instinct was to say no — that he had to get dressed before going outside.  This is totally inopposite to my general philosophy of clothing children, which is usually that absolutely anything goes, as long as it’s weather-appropriate and doesn’t restrict mobility.  (No matter how cute the outfit, it does not fly if it interferes with going to the bathroom or crossing the street in a timely fashion.) 

I mean, I myself am not exactly the most conventional dresser.  Like many people, I wore pajamas throughout college, and actually considered myself dressed for the day if I donned a vintage nightgown, hoodie, pearls and boots.  I’ve been dressing Corrina in tutus since she was four weeks old, and I’m constantly amassing kids’ costumes and making them available for daily wear.

All of this came flashing to me as I reflected on the idea of the kid offering to be “careful” in his pajamas.  I don’t need him to be careful in his pajamas… pajamas are the epitome of coziness, and should be worn carefree.  Why wouldn’t you want to be cozy and carefree all day long, especially on a Sunday?  So, outside he went, in penguin pajamas and Max shoes, soonafter topped off with the purple teddybear bike helmet we got as a hand-me-down that he adores.  Awesome outfit completed.  

It seems there’s a pretty wide spectrum out there when it comes to dressing our children.  Some of my favorite dresses at the Goose get snatched up by mamas of kids who are biological identified as boys but who appreciate, for a variety of reasons, the perfection of a beautiful dress.  Recently, I found myself sheepishly explaining to a grandma customer that the tutu skirt I’d paired with a tank-top to hang near the register was, in our house at least, not actually a petticoat intended as an undergarment, but a stand-alone bottom piece.  When it comes down to it,  “To each his own, said the farmer as he kissed his cow.”  (My mom says that.  I don’t know where it comes from, but I think it’s a more colorful way of saying, “Whatevs.  People are different. Leave it be.”)

Where do you draw the line when it comes to your kids’ outfits?  Let’s start with my pajamas-outside question:

Now, for the larger issues.  Is it a wardrobe free-for-all in your house, or are there rules?  Does it make a difference whether you’re about to venture out in public or not?  Are certain items of clothing off-limits except for special occasions?  Tell me in the comments! 

-Meryl at the Goose

Mama Goose customer Phoebe Jennings Whitham believes that, when it comes to accessorizing, more is more.

My best friend from college is the most glamorous person I know; she’s the kind of woman who could show up to Saturday morning yoga class wearing a diamond encrusted ostrich feather in her hair and no one would bat an eye. This is why, when she called me shortly after the birth of my daughter Corrina and said, “I have a really important question,” I wasn’t surprised when she followed up with, “When can she start wearing jewelry?”

I have no idea how I answered.  I have a fondness for shiny things myself, and have been dangling sparkly items in front of Rina’s face since she started opening her eyes on a somewhat consistent basis. In our house, womens’ accessories double as (and are sometimes completely converted into) kids’ toys. So, when Kelly Goose first announced that MG was officially starting to buy, sell, and trade women’s accessories, I was beyond pumped. I quickly combed through my collection, isolated some lesser-used pieces, and practically ran them down to the Goose, causing my eagerness became a bit of a joke.  Apparently, Kelly had announced via e-mail our readiness to buy accessories slightly before the paint on the accessory fixture had dried.  (I mean that literally, not as a metaphor for some strange accessory-related psychological cold feet crisis of Kelly’s.) Kelly and the other goslings assumed it would be fine to send out the e-mail, thinking no one was nuts enough to bring anything immediately thereafter.  Now they’ve learned never to estimate the extent of my nuttiness!

MG customer Julia Madrid prefers to see the world through heart-shaped, rose-colored glasses.

Back to the issue at hand, I’ve been psyched to accessorize my kids from the very beginning.  Both small fry in our house maintain extensive sunglasses collections, and are the personal owners of several additional accessories — Corrina in particular just became the owner of a beautiful Magen David (Star of David) bestowed on her by a family friend on the occasion of her Jewish baby naming.

What’s the accessory situation like in your household?  Do you stockpile pretty things that you never wear, knowing that the day you dare to put on those chandelier earrings your friend brought you from Chile one of your children will promptly rip them out of your ears, destroying them and your earlobes in the process?  Or are you one of those women who somehow manages to perfecftly complete your outfits on a daily basis with the ideal baubles?  (I’m talking about you, Kim Hanrahan.) 

My inquiring mind wants to know…

Also, I’d like to take this opportunity to remind you that voting is your patriotic duty, and that duty extends to our online polls.  Nothing bad will happen.  You will not be asked to provide any information other than your opinion, which we here at the Goose value highly.  So, come on.  Rock the vote.  And, if you happened to select option #1 in poll, look at all the pretty earrings pictured below.

 -Meryl at the Goose