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You Did {NOT} Just Say That

Ever wonder why people feel like they can say whatever they want to pregnant women? Pregnant mamas everywhere, you are not alone. And it’s (unfortunately) not just men that make those comments. Women that have gone through the birthing process themselves have been caught with their foot in their mouth!

 

I tapped into my mommy network and was able to get my hands on some overused and unfortunate comments you may have come across during those 40 {long} weeks. Sit back, relax, and reminisce about your awkward run-ins with people that have no filter. And whatever you do, don’t repeat these to the next pregnant woman you see.

 

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1. Comments about her size.

It’s the easiest comment to make. Her waistline is expanding but it is ultimately the most insecure part of her body. She’s not used to not being able to see her toes or bend over; and you pointing that out to her is not helping the situation. She’s pregnant and growing a child. Her stomach is bound to get bigger. Just leave it be or if you must say something, at least tell her how beautiful she looks.

“Are you having twins, because you’re huge!”
“Are there two in there?!”
“Wow! You look big!”
“How much did you weigh before you got pregnant and how much do you weigh now?”
“I can’t tell, have you lost all the baby weight?”
“At least now you look pregnant instead of fat.” 

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2. Comments about her eating habits.

The first trimester, in particular, is often rough; nothing sounds delicious and some women have morning sickness and aren’t able to keep much down in terms of food. You don’t know what her day has been like so it’s really not your place to comment on what she is or isn’t eating. Plus this is the one time when it’s socially acceptable for a woman to gain 30+ lbs. and eat ice cream & potato chips for breakfast. Let her eat in peace.  

“I wouldn’t eat too much of X; you’ll get fat.”
“Eating for two I see…”
“That baby must be hungry!”
“You should probably lay off the chips and eat more protein.”

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3. Comments about the gender of her unborn baby.

Most of the time this question is meant to be endearing, however, the ones that follow it sometimes aren’t. Just because you could never not know the gender of your child doesn’t mean everyone else should have to find out (and vice versa). If she has made the decision to keep the gender a surprise, keep the wive’s tales to yourself and stop guessing what you think “it” might be. Additionally, when she’s pregnant with her second or third or fourth child, it’s probably not wise to ask if she’s “trying for a boy/girl” considering she has no control over the situation. 

“What are you having?”
“You’re having a girl… I can tell because your lips are full, your nose is wide and your butt is big.”
“Baby number three… how exciting. I bet you hope it’s a boy, huh?”

 

4. Comments about her unborn baby’s name.

Remember back in kindergarten when you learned that if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all? That still applies as you age. You don’t have to live with her child so you don’t get to have an opinion on her child’s name. A simple smile and an, “oh how lovely,” will suffice.

“Do you have a name picked out?” “Yes, it’s Aubrey.” “Oh.” (makes a disgusted face)
“Are you sure that’s what you what to name her?”
“Well that’s an interesting name. I hope he knows how to spell it before he goes to school.”

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5. Comments about her “still” being pregnant during the final trimester.

By week 38, she’s getting antsy. Week 39, she’s trying every trick in the book to get that baby to drop. By week 40, she’s over being pregnant. If her belly looks like it’s about to explode, she’s probably still pregnant and probably doesn’t want another person to make a comment about her impending due date. Trust me, she’ll let you know when baby safely arrives. 

“You’re still pregnant?!”
“When are you due?”
“Haven’t you had that baby yet?”
“You look like you’re ready to pop!”
P.S. For all expecting moms out there, I loved directing people to this website once you reach the point of not being able to calmly answer this question anymore. 

 

6. Comments that are just ridiculous.

This last section is for all of the random questions, comments and advice that people will throw toward an expecting mom. They’re the common sense, inappropriate, discouraging, etc. questions no one should be thinking, let alone making verbal.

“Did you stop drinking?”
“Get sleep now because you won’t be sleeping once the baby comes.”
“Don’t you hate it when strangers touch your belly?” (As they grope your stomach).
“I don’t know what it is but pregnant woman are so attractive.”
“Aren’t you too old to have a baby?”
“Do you plan on breastfeeding?” “Yes.” “Oh, it’ll wreck your boobs.”
“So…when’s baby #2 coming?” (approximately 3 weeks after baby #1 is born)

 

There it is, ladies and gents, a complied list of all the things people think it’s okay to say to a pregnant woman. My recommendation to all men and women out there, if you have to think to yourself, “I hope she doesn’t take this personally,” you probably shouldn’t ask her what’s running through your head. 

 

Did someone say something completely inappropriate/rude/ridiculous/etc. to you while you were pregnant? Share in the comments below!

What’s in a label?

Have you ever wondered what all of those little stickers on your apples, tomatoes, and other produce were for?  Or the barcode on the everything else at the grocery store?  Surprisingly, they actually contain information that you might want to know!

The four and five digit codes on produce stickers are to help make checkout more efficient, so that the cashier can look up the item and charge the correct price.  These PLU’s, or Price Look Up codes, help to eliminate the need for guessing what the item is, but they also provide information that a consumer may use also. 

If your apple has a 4 digit PLU, it is conventionally grown – not organic.  These may also appear as 5 digit codes, with the first digit being a zero, though this is not common.

If the item has a 5 digit PLU number that starts with an 8, it is genetically modified (GMO), and a 5 digit code that starts with a 9 is organically grown.

While this is good information to know, it is also important to note that many items will not have these labels as they are not required, and are an option that can be used as a convenience for stores.  They weren’t intended to be used by customers.  I was unable to find any produce with the GMO identifying PLU, but this is a hot topic and GMO is not something that many suppliers want to identify!

If organic and/or GMO-Free produce is important to you, be sure to look for labels that state that the item is certified USDA organic.  Also good to note is that organic items are also GMO-free, but that GMO-free does not necessarily mean organic! 

Non-produce barcodes, or UPC’s (Universal Product Code) on other products also contain some useful information, but they are most beneficial for retailers.  They do not contain prices, but simply identify the individual product so that the retailer can track sales or assign a price in their point of sale system. 

The first 6 digits represent the manufacturers identification code, including the country that the company is in.  For example, U.S. and Canadian companies ID’s begin with 00 to 13, and Chinese ID’s begin with 690 to 695.  This can be a bit misleading if not interpreted correctly though, as the company location is not necessarily the same as the manufacturing location!  The last 6 digits are the actual product code and identify the particular item. 

This barcode translates to, “I am made by Dannon, a company in the USA, and I’m 5.3oz container of Dannon Light & Fit Strawberry Greek Yogurt!”  Though the company is identified as residing in the USA, the product could have been manufactured elsewhere.  However Dannon’s website notes that they produce their yogurt at factories in Ohio, Texas, Utah, and Oregon.

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SO, do YOU pay attention to what’s in your label? Or are you going to start?

Summer Recipe Series: Balsamic Steak Kabobs

These Steak Kabobs are a home run – they don’t require a ton of advanced planning (only a 30 minute marinade!), they are super easy to pair with a starch and veggie right on the grill, and the whole family will love the flavor.IMG_5428 2

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I’ve made these Balsamic Steak Kabobs several times this summer for several different groups of family, always with rave reviews, so I thought it would be the perfect end to the DMB Summer Recipe Series.  In fact, these kabobs, along with potatoes on the grill, are such a great and hearty little meal they transition perfectly into fall and football season (they would be great at a tailgate!).

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The word “Balsamic” used to scare me off from recipes, but in this one it is very well balanced and not at all overpowering. I decided to just keep my meat, peppers and mushrooms on the kabob sticks because the potatoes take up a lot of space.  I just tossed the parboiled potatoes in the dish that the steak was marinating in, to get the same flavor, then cooked them in my grill basket.  I hope you enjoy these as much as my family does!

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I’m Addicted to Technology.

Mom Confession: I’m addicted to technology.

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I don’t know about you but I’m not sure I could succeed as a mother without technology. The convenience, the instant gratification, having the world at your fingertips. How else would you be able to snag the last Lilly Pulitzer dress Target has in its warehouse without your iPhone? Sure, our mothers did it before us, and theirs before them; but have you ever thought about what life with a baby would be like without the rectangle that’s permanently glued to your hand?

 

It’s 3AM and you’re nursing the baby. You can’t turn on the TV because you’ll wake your husband. You can’t read a book because you’ll fall asleep. What can you do that won’t even disturb the dog sleeping at the foot of the bed? Pull out your phone to Facebook creep on your college acquaintance’s wedding album, shop the Anniversary Sale at Nordstrom before your friends are even awake to see what made the cut; or, if you’re looking to be more productive than normal, start clipping your mPerks for yourFullSizeRender (1) Meijer trip in the morning. My cell phone and iPad have saved my life (a little dramatic, sure) so many times during nighttime feedings and even those before naptime. Feeding your baby (breast or bottle) is a daunting task for the first few months as you’re both getting the hang of it. I embrace that unlimited data plan and use it to its full potential. By 4AM I’ve likely learned something new, found an outfit (or six) for baby’s upcoming photoshoot, and/or have baby’s first birthday planned on Pinterest.

 

There’s also nothing more stressful than waiting in line to check out at the grocery store behind the coupon queen when your kid decides he’s had enough. The sweat starts pouring down your face and back and you can feel people staring at you from every line in the store. Instead of grabbing at the candy that is at that oh-so-perfect height for his eyes, have you reached for your phone to see if there’s a video he can watch to occupy the rest of your shopping trip? I have. My son is obsessed with watching videos of himself, and while I promise to myself (and you right now), that I will NEVER let my kid(s) sit at a dinner table with their heads shoved in their electronics, I will pull out my phone in an emergency situation to help calm the chaos. 

 

The pediatrician’s office doesn’t open until 8AM but that doesn’t mean you won’t be able to self-diagnose your son’s latest ailment. Google and WebMD are two of the best websites to ever be invented; there is an infinite amount of searches possible. I’m honestly not sure what my mom did when my brother or I had symptoms of whatever illness before WebMD came along to save the world.

 

And while technology is a savior for many moms out there, I’d be remised to mention its pitfalls… like battery life. I mean, c’mon, Apple. You’re charging me $200+ (every two years) for a battery that only lasts a few YouTube videos, a couple hours of iMessaging, and a FaceTime or two? I think they need to bring in a group of moms for their iPhone 7 focus group and listen to our wants and needs.

 

Technology also takes the personal communication out of an experience. As noted above, I’ve decided that our family will go dark during dinner, meaning, our cell phones & iPads will be put away and the TV will be shut off. I’ve missed out on too many discussions about how my husband’s day was because my face was buried in my Facebook newsfeed. This is a constant struggle but sometimes you need to find the strength in the struggle and learn to enjoy it.

 

So there it is. It’s true. I’m addicted to technology and I challenge anyone that says they’re not, too.

Recap: An Exclusive DIY Night with Board & Brush

Board & Brush: An Exclusive DIY Night

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On Thursday, August 6, 2015, The Detroit Moms Blog and Board & Brush Creative Studios partnered together to host a pre-grand opening exclusively for DMB readers. This was the event of the summer and we couldn’t be happier with the way everything came together! We want to give a great big Thank You to Board & Brush Creative Studios for opening up their brand new store and providing our readers with everything necessary for wall-worthy art work. 

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The evening started out with desserts, wine and laughter. Yes, there was wine and delightful wine at that. Thanks to Browndog Creamery and Dessert Bar we were able to spoil 15 ladies with Bourbon Mousse Cups, Irish Car Bomb Cupcakes, Cone-Oli, and Cake Pops. Then The Northville Winery  provided hard cider and wine for a tasty drinkable treat. We are so thankful for both of these lovely and delicious sponsors! 

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Now on to the fun stuff… I am absolutely in love with DIY projects {thank you HGTV + Pinterest} and when we saw what Board & Brush had to offer we knew our readers would fall in love instantly. They offer customized wooden home decor that’s created by YOU. At Board & Brush you’ll have the opportunity to tap into your creative side while knowing there is someone there to help you (when needed of course). Plus, who doesn’t love the ability to use power tools (without the supervision of your husband)?! The night was led by three amazing instructors, Jen, Dana and Jen. These ladies went to college together before deciding to jump into this wonderful business adventure. They made everyone feel so welcomed and were quick to start conversations with everyone attending. Thanks for your hospitality ladies! 

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Each person was given the wood, stain and tools necessary to make their project. B & B had everything prepared from the moment these lovely ladies walked through their doors. You could see the excitement on each persons face as they walked up to their spot, identified with name tags and their custom design.  The process was simple and informative. You felt confident knowing you had a masterpiece underway – something you could be proud of! 

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Excited to see what you have to look forward to??? Check out The Detroit Moms Blog Facebook page here to view the entire photo album. Thanks to the wonderful and extremely talented Angela from One Perfect Sunday Artistry for capturing the mood and ambience of the evening. This women has a sheer passion for what she does! 

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Good Dog, Bad Mom

My first foray into mommyhood was started with the best of intentions; by adopting a furry baby I named Lola. I was young and single and full of promises for this sweet little runt of the litter. I showed up at the no-kill shelter (shout out to those amazing folks!) and fell immediately in love. Lola was a very active yellow lab jumping as high as she could to get noticed. I brought her home that day. We went on walks together, swam in my parents’ pond together, even slept in the same bed so she could protect me at all times. She was a beautiful happy girl and my constant companion.

S216155_1023482993644_328_nix years into our life together we officially became a trio when I married Lola’s other human. They loved each other right away. He played tug-o-war with her,  go fetch  and there was a miserable attempt at Frisbee that lasted a summer. There were campfires and trips up to the U.P. that my little family loved. By this time Lola had moved to sleeping at the foot of our bed and she would do her nightly rounds around the house to make sure no boogeyman would get us.

 

W10982769_10207805707286940_6898674188757628452_nhen Lola was almost nine, we welcomed our daughter home and Lola was curious and excited and amazingly gentle. She stayed near her new baby’s pack and play, crib and bath. She closely observed anyone who came to see this new addition to our family and she took to sleeping in front of both bedroom doors since they were next to each other. I’m sure that made it easier to watch over us all at once. As our baby has become a toddler who walks and talks and who loves anything furry, Lola patiently lays on the floor while my daughter pets her, and hugs her, and tries to ride her. She never whines, or leaves or even moves really except to occasionally lick her nose and make her giggle. 

Over time, the attention given to our Lola has lessened as it has shifted to our daughter and still Lola watches over us, keeps us safe, wags her tail when we come home and nuzzles our arms to let us know she loves us. I pet her for a while when we watch TV at the end of the day before she falls asleep on the floor at my feet. I pet her for a minute in the morning before work. I tell her she is a good girl and throw her a treat.

The fact is that I have become a bad pet parent since becoming mom. I regret this. I am not proud of it.

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Somewhere between marriage and motherhood, I had to prioritize my time and I regret that I didn’t keep Lola higher on the list. She knows I love her and I know she loves me. Is that enough? Is it even a fraction of what she deserves after her years of unconditional love, toddler patience and boogeyman protection? Nope. I suspect I am not alone in this trajectory of pet relationships.

So I vow to be better; to make our playtime more Lola focused. I vow to teach my daughter the unadulterated joy of a dog that she is on the cusp of with every slobbery kiss. I vow to pay it back to the wonderful companion that holds us so dear! A few extra belly rubs; a treat for no reason at all; a walk around the block when the kid is rambunctious. I will not let this be one more regret. Who is with me?

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it’s all good.

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Transitions, challenges and no idea what is next! And it’s all good. 

It’s all good. 
 
(after way too many months of being off the DMB grid due to an unplanned need for a full time job in addition to my business, extensive travel by my husband, and a chance of a lifetime summer adventure…I am dreaming more of being closer to being back to blogging, writing, capturing and finding the best moments for myself and family.) 
 
I find my self repeating that statement: “it’s all good” more and more and also saying more prayers of gratitude vs prayers of desperation. So, it really is ALL good! 
 
Last January, my family had to make some split second (HARD) decisions to choose whether to continue on an amazing educational opportunity ($$$$) vs. another great choice ($0), but that second one would be another change for our kids. 
 
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Most kids thrive on routine and consistency. And my oldest child thrives on extreme consistency. My husband travels a lot – and it will be increasing over the next several weeks, so maintaining a consistency within their schooling opportunity is high on my list of priorities. 
 
However, it is expensive. Like more than a mortgage payment expensive. 
 
So why do we do this? Why don’t we just put him in public school if they are excellent in our neighborhood? Why did we choose to keep at this super tight budget and totally aware of every penny lifestyle? 
 
Because it’s for our children’s future. These are their formative years and this feels good in our heart to give them more than we think is possible. But it really is all good! 
 
Two years ago we were transferred to Missouri. With a possible two year assignment, that turned into one year – so back we came. Two cross country moves in 12 months should have sent me to the loony bin, and it nearly did a few times – however, we grew, we explored, and came out stronger on the other side. Our priorities relisted themselves and God provided in many awesome ways. Friendships, adventures, education, and togetherness. All was good (like being the first female to finish the 5k in our new town, whoa, how’d that happen?! I run to find peace and balance, apparently that day I channeled the move and stress into really fast legs.) Lots were hard (like getting my tonsils out at age 33, on New Years Eve…boo). Lots of awesomeness were discovered: like finding the perfect fit for both of our sons education paths. Old: Montessori. Young: an IEP speech development program. 
 
So back to choices. We choose to keep our children in a program that truly supports their best selves. We believe this is where they need to be. How are we going to do it? With faith, perseverance, family support, love and lots of prayers. And as many runs as possible.  
 
We choose to live with a needs vs wants list – keeping the needs covered as best as possible. Needs being food, shelter, basic clothing, transportation, education and a little exploration. Wants being a new kitchen, a finished patio (it’s still on pallets in the driveway),  sports classes and the latest and greatest. We have gotten more creative and more deliberate in our choices. 
 
Sacrifices have been grand, but when we have a moment of togetherness, all is good. When we see the growth in our son’s from their experiences, all is good. When we step back to see the bigger picture, all really is quite good. 
 
Our son’s are healthy. Our family is close. We have seen great things, we have done great things. We look forward to what comes next and live with the faith that all really will be good. 

My Son Hated T-Ball, and That’s OK.

Each spring and summer, my Facebook news feed is filled with pictures of my friends’ little boys playing T-Ball. Smiling faces, freshly starched uniforms and captions reading “Jimmy’s First Game!” or “Tommy Got a Home Run!” I myself posted such a picture last year: my son is in his uniform, smiling and assuming a batting stance. By all accounts, it’s an adorable picture. Both sets of Grandparents have even devoted a frame to it. But every time I look at his smiling face, I’m reminded of how much my little guy absolutely detested going to T-Ball each and every week. It was a nightmare! He cried, he whined, he dragged his feet, he wanted to stay home. When we actually got to the field he would participate in hitting the ball, but refused to play infield, and basically spent his time in the outfield gazing at the clouds, woolgathering.

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Nonetheless, my husband and I persisted, insisting that our son finish out the season. We just assumed he’d grow into the sport, like an acquired taste. After all, didn’t other boys his age love it? Why didn’t our son? Why did our son hate T-Ball?

My husband is a HUGE baseball fan. His entire family loves the sport. Shortly after we met, he was fortunate enough to travel to Cooperstown with his grandfather, father and brother: three generations enjoying America’s pastime. Moreover, my in-laws have made it a goal as empty-nesters to visit all of America’s baseball parks. To say that baseball is in the family blood is an understatement. When we found out we were having a boy, my husband was so excited. He couldn’t wait to teach his son all about the game. When it came time for that first T-Ball season, my hubby dusted off his baseball glove, bought a matching one for our son and practiced with him in the backyard. Unfortunately, week after week, game after game, our son’s interest just wasn’t piqued and my husband’s disappointment grew.

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I have no idea why our son hated T-Ball. He’s a very active kid, preferring to spend his time running and jumping around outside to anything else. He’s not a bashful or timid child by any stretch of the imagination either, he actually seeks out new friendships.  What’s more, he certainly doesn’t shy away from trying new things. I honestly thought the experience would be a “win-win-win”: time outside running around, time with Daddy, and time to make and play with new friends. We were completely baffled by his vehement dislike.

We never did make it to the end of that first season. About three-quarters of the way through the Saturday ritual of crying-whining-feet-dragging and cloud-gazing, my husband decided it just wasn’t worth the stress. This was supposed to be fun, and it was turning out to be a “fun sponge”, as my mother-in-law would put it: Like a sponge to water, T-Ball was sucking all of the joy and harmony out of our beloved Saturday mornings, leaving all of us with a heavy sense of stress that carried though the remainder of the day. Dramatic? Yes. True? Absolutely. A strong-willed little man to the core, our son is not known to do things in half-measures. Albeit a strong word, “hate” is honestly the most apt way to describe his reaction to the whole experience. So we put T-Ball on the shelf, and decided we’d try it again next year…maybe.

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If there’s one thing I’m certain of as a parent, and what definitely guides my parenting style, is the notion that I want my children to be happy. I also believe that it’s important to encourage our kids to try something once or twice – be it a new food, or a new activity – before rendering a permanent decision. I feel like we gave T-Ball a fair shake, and it didn’t stick. My husband truly tried to make the sport fun and exciting, but at the end of the day our son just isn’t going to be a T-Ball player; he won’t be grinning ear-to-ear at his first game, he won’t be getting that home run. Even though my husband is sorely disappointed, it’s OK that our son hates T-Ball. We’re proud of him for giving it a try. Upon reflection, I am even prouder that he recognized and voiced his feelings to us about it.

All that being said, I’m going to go out on a limb here and actually admit that I feel a little sad and even perhaps a touch jealous when I see those adorable Facebook posts of my friends’ sons enjoying their T-Ball seasons. I want my son to experience the joy reflected on their faces, the camaraderie that comes from being part of a team.

For me, T-Ball is peer acclimation and peer acceptance in microcosm, and of course I want my son to fit in!

But if I really take a step back, relax and think about it, my son is fitting in, in his own way.

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Though he be but little, he is fierce. Truer, Shakespearean words could not be said of my little guy; he knows what he likes, what he doesn’t like, and never hesitates to share his opinion. Our son may have hated T-Ball, but he’s constantly learning and experiencing so many other things that he LOVES: subjects that interest him like the ocean and sea creatures, hobbies such as cooking and reading, and outdoor activities that have begun to occupy hours and hours of his time like riding his bike, swimming, and playing tennis. Along the way, he’s meeting other kids who share in these interests.

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So when the T-Ball registration forms circulated this past spring and the answer to the question “do you want to play?” was a resounding “no”, I wasn’t surprised. Was my husband disappointed? Yes, a little. But he and I are slowly accepting the fact that it’s OK for our son to hate T-Ball.  The most important thing is that he is happy carving out a little world for himself based on his own interests.

Have you encountered a similar situation with your child? What, if anything, has prompted you to worry about your child fitting in with his or her peers?

Momma on an Ice Cream Mission

On National Ice Cream day I set out on a mission. But where was a foodie mom to begin?

The revitalization of Detroit has brought start ups to the city like the super fun Detroit Pop Shop (check out pictures of this local MOMpreneur, husband and sweet baby on instagram @thedetroitpopshop or thedetroitpopshop.com). I love the idea of gourmet ice pops, both fruity {Mango Lemonaid} and boozy {Vernor’s Bourban Float}, but on National Ice Cream Day I wanted the real deal. So, on this particular summer holiday with baby and husband in tow, I plugged in Calder’s Dairy to my smartphone and hit the road.

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Living Downriver, we didn’t have to go far to find the shop. One step inside brought us back in time. The Dairy was started in 1946 and in 1967, a farm in Carleton (about 40 minutes from the Lincoln Park store) was purchased to provide all of the milk processed at the Lincoln Park store.  The storefront is like the local dairy that you imagine from the fifties. Painted lettering on the window advertises everything from fresh milk, giant tubs of butter, to eggs and farm-made fudge. The far wall is lined with old-fashioned cases containing milk in glass bottles (that can be delivered to your door in areas of Monroe, Washtenaw, Wayne and Oakland counties). In the center of the room, modern cases were stacked full with dozens of varieties of house-made ice cream. But if you know Calders, you know this is just the beginning.

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Through an employee-only door, I could see giant stainless steel vats where the milk is pasteurized. The employee at the counter told us that the old fashioned ice cream parlor is reachable through a rear-entrance that unfortunately wasn’t open until later in the day.  My baby let me know that she needed to go home ASAP for a nap, so we left without ice cream, but with new knowledge and some fresh half-and-half for momma’s coffee. I was determined to continue my ice cream mission though I couldn’t imagine what lay ahead.

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A few weeks later, we were exiting the highway and rolling down country roads. The farther we drove, the bigger yards became. Eventually bungalows turned into farmhouses and fenced yards into fields of hay being bailed and tossed by hand, or  multi-generation family gatherings under giant trees. I kept trying to reassure my husband that the experience would be fun and the drive worth it. You see, my child is only four months old. I was there on the guise of writing this for the blog, but really, I was there for me. 

The final turn onto the farm was marked by a large sign, and cows grazing in the lush grass. We parked on a gravel lot and made our way to the milking barn for the 4:00 milking.  I loved it! Each cow had a tag in each ear, one with a number, and one with a name {like Unicorn}. We found ourselves amongst families as we looked through a window to the parlor where the large gentle beasts walked in and stepped up to each station. The sweet questions coming from the kids around us were, of course, hilarious. 

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Past the viewing area, we saw pregnant cows, calves only a few days old, and in other barns and pens everything else you’d expect: a rabbit, peacock, miniature horses, sheep, donkeys, draft horses, chickens and of course, a barn cat or two. 

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Although we had a ton of fun, signs clearly reminded us that we were on a working farm. Things were a little dirty and a little smelly but the farm also included information about something important to every momma: safety. Everywhere we went, we found signs regarding hand washing. Hand-sanitizer and port-a-potty style hand washing stations with water, soap and paper towels were adequately distributed around the farm as well.

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By this time, my sweet baby started wriggling a bit more in her carrier. It was time to achieve what we had come hoping to experience: the perfect cone on a hot summers day.

Little compares to the feeling I had that afternoon. My baby sat mesmerized by the sun as it filtered through softly moving leaves of the trees overhead and I enjoyed a cone at that indescribable temperature– sweetly cold, yet slowly melting in the late-afternoon sun. I can’t wait to see the look on my baby’s face when she has her first taste, and I love knowing that I can take her to this time-honored establishment of the community. 

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Calder Dairy: Store, Ice Cream Parlor & Home Delivery Sign up (in Lincoln Park) is open from 7:30 a.m. – 9:00 p.m. Their products are also available at many local stores and farmers markets. 

Calder Country Store & Farm Tours is open to the public daily from 10:00 a.m. – 8:00 p.m. every day. Organized tours of the farm for groups of 15 or more are available by appointment.

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*** All opinions my own and not compensated or endorsed by Calders Dairy. 

I narrowly escaped a lick from "Doom" the cow.
I narrowly escaped a lick from “Doom” the cow.

Tell me it’s not just my kid…

DAMJON - SCHOOL

 

If you have ever met my son you know he is so funny, full of love and life. His imagination is WILD and he is so super crazy! Well… I guess he was all of these things but ever since school ended I have seen a BIG difference in my son. His outlook on everything is SO NEGATIVE and he is BORED all day long. I will say let’s go on a bike ride and he instantly complains that it is ‘so boring’ I feel like he has become more aggressive and mean toward other kids. Especially when they don’t agree on what game they will be playing next.

There have been so many nights where I just lay with him and cry thinking ‘where did my sweet boy go?” I’m not sure if it’s because there is not much of a routine now that school is out OR if this is the way he will be from now on but I can’t help but worry.

I have been noticing that I yell at him a lot more often, it seems like that is the ONLY way to get through to him these days. So I have been trying to change my attitude towards things too but with a full time job and a baby my stress level and patience has been VERY SHORT. Before bed I try to say things like “Damjon, I know today wasn’t a good day but what do you think we can do to make tomorrow better?” Some days that works but some days not so much. I try to encourage him daily and tell him how much I love him but the second things don’t go his way he snaps back with “you don’t love me” or “I don’t like you anymore Mommy”

Breaks my heart because I am only trying my best and I know he is just a kid …

So now I am reaching out to all you mamas who may have dealt with or are currently dealing with this situation today. It’s hard for me to believe that at only five years old a kid can just be so negative about everything. I mean what kid doesn’t like to ride his bike to the nearest dairy queen?

I am looking forward to a new school year – hoping a normal routine every day will bring back my sweet, funny boy!

 

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