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Mom Notes: Vacation. Or Whatever You Call Traveling Somewhere Nice With a Baby.

Thursday, February 16th, 2012

 

To Bring, Or Not To Bring (the baby)? When it comes to vacation, that is the question.

We brought her.

My husband starts a new job in a couple weeks, and in the interest of enjoying this time off together as much as possible, he decided it was high time for our first Falik Family Vacation. After much research and debating, we opted to check out the Viceroy Anguilla. And I am so glad we did. I am also glad we brought Alexa- although I am not going to lie, having a baby in tow drastically changes every single notion I used to have about relaxing weeks lazing beachside.  Full disclosure- we were fortunate enough to be able to bring our nanny along. Even so- having a crazily curious and unpredictable almost-toddler wandering around a very un-child-proofed space and waking up at the crack of dawn under the same roof is just, well, different.

Oh- and the night before we left, I accidentally closed a door with her hand in it. Subsequently, we watched the Superbowl from the emergency room. And Alexa made her entrance at the resort with her hand in a sling. But that is a story for another day.

Anyway- here are my top 5 takeaways from our first week-long beach vacation with baby:

1- Thank GOODNESS for Neutrogena Wet Skin Kids Sunblock Spray. The Faliks are a fair people- when it comes to skin tone at least- and Alexa is squirmy. This saved us.

2- It is worth lugging a pool float (buy it, pack it and blow it up when you arrive.) Being able to put her in it and not be a nervous wreck every second in the pool was worth the extra suitcase (which we also filled with an assortment of other random toys that came very much in handy.) Plus, out of the water, it became one of her favorite distraction toys- and by the transitive property to parenting, ours too.

3- Soft sand is the best baby-proofing around. We were able to spend much more time on the beach than I had anticipated once I realized she would never crack her head open toppling over into the insanely powdery sand on the Viceroy’s perfectly manicured property.  I also got to take a few breaths when we buried her from the waist-down in the sand and watch her actually stay in one place for more than 30 seconds. My idea of economical babysitting. Kidding, kidding.

4- Buffet breakfasts are a baby’s best friend. Alexa joined us every morning for an endless parade of fruits and pastries, each new thing making her face light up and allowing Brian and I enough time to read the New York Times Digest (the only time I ever really read the Times, beyond the Thursday and Sunday Styles pages) is on vacation when the package it for me in a concise little packet.

5- Make sure that wherever you are going can provide a full size crib so eventually the baby starts feeling somewhat at home, and rent a stroller. Our Snap-and-Go carseat thingie just was not going to cut it. Long walks are so much more enjoyable for everyone involved (and I include other resort guests in this group who otherwise would have their afternoon naps interrupted by a howling child) plus the sun protection from a real deal stroller- as opposed to a dinky travel one- is infinitely better.

I applaud Brian on making the perfect destination choice- they have this amazing “kids club” with every book and Melissa & Doug toy Alexa could dream of, and every single person there made us feel welcome (as opposed to the lepers I most certainly made families with little kids feel like whenever we stumbled across them in our pre-baby vacationing days.) Oh, and the kid’s menu at one of the restaurants can only be viewed on one of those old-school View Finder toys- remember the ones, you look inside and click through 3D-like images?- very nice touch.

Viceroy Anguilla has quickly ascended to the top of my vacation destination list and I hope to be so lucky as to return there again. And again. And again. And by again, I mean tomorrow. But I know, I know- good things come to those who wait, patience is a virtue, yada yada yada.

 

 

Mom Notes: Confessions, One Year In…

Thursday, January 26th, 2012

This month, Alexa turned one.  And while I rarely have  felt like a mom over the past three hundred and sixty five days (I swear, I must have that Peter Pan complex people talk about), I did feel like one the night before her big day as my husband and I decorated our apartment in anticipation of her celebration. I also decided to make her a birthday book- since I wasn’t as great as I had hoped to be at keeping up with her official baby book- in which each year I would write her a letter on her birthday, highlighting the year gone by.

As I wandered around Paper Presentation like a lost puppy trying to find the most perfect binder and stickers to decorate said book, I definitely felt mom-like. It made me reflect a bit on all the things that I swore I would never do that now, well, I was doing. And not hating as much as I anticipated, if at all.

For example:

1- “Ugh there is NOTHING more repulsive than a kiddie pool and I will never so much as dip my TOE in that cess pool of urine.” In Boca, there I was, sitting on the floor of the kiddie pool, swinging Alexa around her in lady bug float.

2- “I don’t get why people make their Facebook profile picture a photo of their kids. Are they simply now a sum of their children as opposed to their own person?” Okay- so I still feel this way- but I did change my profile picture to be one of me with Alexa. So, I am 50% a hypocrite. See evidence above.

3- “Never will I carry snacks in my purse.” Currently, my most prized purse has a baggie of Gerber Toddler biscuits taking up the space where a bevy of lip products used to reside. Oh, and a travel size bottle of hand sanitizer. Shoot me now.

4- “I am not going to be one of those moms who wears Lulemon head-to-toe all day long.” I have done it. I am not proud of it. But I have done it. And enjoyed it.

5- “Why do people look in other people’s strollers? Yes, it’s a baby in there. Big deal.” Totally catch myself peering into strollers as they pass by- and more than just peering in, sometimes I even- GASP- coo. Rarely. But it has happened.

Go-To Outfits Are Everything.

Wednesday, December 7th, 2011

When I was dating, I had a go-to first date outfit. A dark pink ribbed Vanessa Bruno knit henley, black cami, Citizens of Humanity trouser flare jeans and pointy toe Gucci stilettos that I wish I had never given away. This made going on first dates much less painful- since given the choice, nine times out of ten I would have rather stayed home in my pajamas watching Dawson’s Creek. (Hey, it was 2003- Friday Night Lights wasn’t around yet.) But with the whole “what the F am I going to wear” part taken out of it, dating became much less stressful and I became much more open to meeting new people as a result.

While my first date days are long gone, the lesson learned from having that go-to outfit has stuck with me- and it really is invaluable. So, I have inaugurated a go-to “Saturday night double date” outfit.  See, Saturday night plans are rough lately- a full day with Alexa knocks me out. But in the interest of maintaining a life and staying sane (not to mention ordering in pizza from Vezzo two nights in a row would be embarrassing), Brian and I have made an effort to be good about making plans. But inevitably when 7pm rolls around, I throw a tantrum similar to the ones I used to throw before going out on a first date, begging Brian to let me cancel so we can watch TV and be in bed by 10.  Part of the anxiety definitely has to do with getting dressed- so now I have taken that out of the equation.

What is this outfit, you ask? It is comprised of favorite pieces from my closet that I always feel good in- and it is basic enough that when I want to switch it up a bit, all it takes is a few twirls of the curling iron, a makeup change-up and a little creative accessorizing.

Oh- and in case you are wondering- without fail, every time I motivate out oon a Saturday night, I end up being really thrilled I did. So any friends reading this who we have had dinner with recently- you can rest assured, we had a blast.

Hunter Dixon Ava Top, 7 For All Mankind Rachel Bell Bottom Jeans (blogged about here), Brian Atwood Maniac Pumps (blogged about here) and a big ol’ Dannijo cuff.

What is your a go-to outfit that makes a recurring occasion in your life less stressful? Do tell. I am always looking to add to my repertoire…

 

 

Mom Notes: Our First Falik Family Holiday Card

Monday, November 28th, 2011

Among the many things I never “got” until I had a kid? Holiday cards. Every December our mailbox was overstuffed with them, and to me, they just seemed like an extra thing to add to an already overwhelming to-do list. Plus, what was the point when I could see endless snapshots of my friend’s kids on Facebook anyway?

Then, Alexa came along- and now, I get it. And am kind of obsessed with it.  But where to begin?

Well, lucky for me, Shutterfly asked me to partner with them as their Style Expert for the holidays, specifically  sharing tips to help families create that perfect photo that  would then land on a holiday card which would subsequently be seen on mantles and refrigerators from coast to coast.  Since I am always better at getting tasks done in my professional life than in my personal life, getting that holiday card together all of the sudden became my job- and the timing could not have been better.

The number one lesson learned from my experience? Preparation is everything.

Of course, you should first check out Shutterfly Family Photo Days tool kit- lots of useful info on their about styling from yours truly, but also photo tips from my friend and go-to photographer Ana Schechter (she took our photos, and is truly incredible) and Shutterfly’s Card Stylist, Meg Bohnert.

Next, plan outfits. Personally, I picked out some card options first to help me with my color scheme- but many people start with the photo and then track down a card to complement it. Either way w0rks. I knew I wanted to do color blocking- and when I found this cute purple and orange dress at Zara for Alexa, I used that as a starting point. Brian happened to have a great burnt orange sweater, and I had a purple one- and we both wore our favorite pair of jeans, since comfort is key when you are going to be sitting on the floor chasing around a baby in pursuit of the perfect shot.

Still undecided about doing a family photo as opposed to a single shot of Alexa, I also picked out something clean and simple for her so we could have options.

For the shoot, I brought some of her favorite toys- specifically ones that photographed well. Ana had a bunch at her studio- but figured it may help to have things Alexa already knew and loved nearby too.

Doing all this beforehand made the actual picture day infinitely less stressful- and I definitely think that ease came through in the photos. When I am tense, you can tell. No amount of retouching can hide it.

While I am still undecided on the final card, below are 2 options I am kind of loving right now.

Oh, and the coolest thing? Shutterfly allows you to personalize the back of the card, so our beloved Norman won’t be left out.  I mean, how could we NOT share that handsome face with our friends and family?!

If you are like me and the idea of sending out cards is enough to send you into a place of panic- let me just tell you, it is not as scary as you think. Plus, I truly believe that the more reliant we become on email invites and social media photo sharing, the more meaningful it is to tear open an actual envelope to discover an old-fashioned holiday card.

 

Mom Notes: Baby-less in the Bahamas

Thursday, November 3rd, 2011

Given my complete lack expertise in the world of parenting, and the fact that, until I became a mom, I despised it when anyone talked about being a mom, I have stayed away from talking about my experiences with Alexa on the blog.  But the other day I stumbled across these amazing posts on Ramshackle Glam, and had a change of heart. Reading someone else’s inner monologue about the transition from a carefree couple to a, gulp, parent (!) is now infinitely interesting to me- so hopefully it will be to you guys as well. And if it isn’t, not to worry- we will be returning often to our regularly scheduled fashion and beauty programming.

For months, I have been dreaming about a vacation. Somewhere warm, sunny and, to be perfectly honest, baby-free. Yes, I love Alexa very much and watching her do new things every day is incredible and adorable. But sometimes, a girl needs to hop on a flight without 10 bags of gear, to go out for the afternoon sans a bag full of Similac and puffs, to enjoy dinner without dreading even the tiniest hangover every time she takes a sip of wine, and, most of all, to sleep past 7am.  So for our anniversary, Brian surprised me with a trip to The Cove in Nassau, and his dad came up from Houston to hang with Lady Lex.

I was all excited- packing amazing outfits, making dinner reservations at the best spots every night (Nobu, Mesa Grill and Dune, in case you are planning a trip there anytime soon), getting a spray tan- you know the drill. Saturday arrived, and we were off. Freedom! Sleep! Cocktails!

But here is the thing- from the second we got on the plane, all I wanted to do was look at pictures of Alexa. And for the next 72 hours, the majority of our conversations revolved around what we thought Alexa was doing, what she would think of the giant fish tanks, how she would clap if she was sitting at the Blackjack table with us when we won a hand, which slot machine she would think had the best lights, how she would look in a baby bikini….I could go on. But it just gets more ridiculous from there, so I guess some musings are better kept within the family :)

When we would pass a family pushing a stroller, I was that weird woman I used to be creeped out by who would crane her neck to peek inside. Yep. I was. Gross, right?

We called home more than we care to confess- not because we were worried about Alexa, but because we were curious to hear all about her activities. Apparently she had her first bite of a cinnamon sugar crepe, learned to say “bye bye” and wave at the same time, and even climbed up next to my father-in-law while he was working and said “hi”.

Sleeping in was pretty great. But coming home to that little face was even better.

Who woulda thunk it?

Note: For anyone thinking of going to The Cove- a short list of pros and cons:

  • Pros: Easy, direct flight. Lots of activities to do if you feel like it steps away at Atlantis (casino, restaurants, this rapids water ride that you can cruise through in an inner tube), but if you never want to leave the confines of The Cove, you can pretend they don’t even exist. Great pool at The Cove (especially if you like cheesy Top 40 music, which I do- no need to bring an iPod), spacious suites with gigantic bathrooms that have his and her sinks- to me, important. The Ocean View rooms d
  • Cons: The service is pretty bad- Brian and I joked that the second you set foot on the property, you have personally offended every single person who works there simply by being a guest. It is huge- definitely doesn’t have that intimate resort feel (but again, don’t think it is meant to, so can’t fault them really for that). And in my opinion, the ultimate sin for any hotel- they only gave us ONE robe for 2 people. I kept asking for another one, but no such luck.  It isn’t really vacation until you have spent countless hours wrapped in a questionably cleaned white terry robe. Being in a robe while your significant other is fully dressed is kind of like having a conversation with someone while you are comfortably seated and they are standing up- unsettling.

New Obsession- Tiny Prints Stationery

Thursday, February 24th, 2011

I think I am the USPS’s best customer right now- between thank you notes and birth announcements, I actually have a callus on my right middle finger from writing so much.  But I have to admit, the feeling of putting an actual piece of mail in the mailbox as opposed to hitting send on an email is pretty amazing. I always wanted to be one of those women known for thoughtful handwritten notes. They always seem so together and fabulous.

Well, I can’t promise that this whole handwritten note thing will last forever, but I kind of want it to just as an excuse to order tons of stationery from tiny prints.

Check out the cards I made on the site for Alexa- perfectly youthful without being babyish, right?

Love It (Actually Can’t Live Without It): The Nuddle

Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011

People who spend a lot of time around me probably know that there are a few things I am consistently obsessed with. This list is not a long one- since I am lucky to be privy to new things all the time as part of my job, in many categories, my loyalty can be fleeting. From lipsticks to jeans, bronzers to white tee shirts- I will admit that quite often my must-haves change on a moment’s notice.

BUT- not when it comes to a few things. Like eyeshadow (Stila Kitten), favorite treat (marshmallows) and my essential blanket- The Nuddle. In my house, Nuddle has become a verb- as in- “BRIAN- the apartment is freezing, NUDDLE ME!”

Why do I love it so? Sure, it is insanely soft. But that isn’t all. It has foot pockets so your feet never peek out the bottom. I always had this constant battle between wrapping myself up all cozy on top, and then exposing my toes on the other end- which totally ruins the whole cozy experience. And there are three pockets to choose from- so you can put your feet together in the middle, or separate them on either side. The side pockets are quite handy when I order in dinner and refuse to “un-Nuddle” myself when the doorbell rings.

There also happen to be arm holes, so you can read a book or use the remote while bundled. And you can store that aforementioned book or remote in the handy little front pocket.

It truly is the only blanket you ever need.

And now, we officially have 4 in the house. One in each room- and as of yesterday, Alexa has her VERY own Baby Nuddle Blanket. She is officially a Falik!

FOUND! The Perfect Baby Bag by Rebecca Minkoff

Friday, January 28th, 2011

I always figured that having a baby would be my excuse to splurge on one of those amazing Goyard bags I had lusted after at Bergdorfs since I first moved to NYC ten years ago. Then, I had a baby and realized how ridiculous that was for many reasons. So I started looking for other options, and to put it mildly, I was horrified. How could the universe (or, the diaper bag market) expect me to tote a nylon polka dot atrocity as my signature accessory for the next two years? Unacceptable.

After hours spent online searching, I stumbled upon the Rebecca Minkoff Everyday Baby Bag. It seemed too good to be true to be honest. Pockets galore, super soft leather in my favorite luggage brown hue, straps to go over the shoulder and a longer one to hang on the back of a stroller- I couldn’t believe my luck. My only concern was that it would be heavy- but decided to order it anyway and if it weighed me down even before I put all the requisite baby stuff in it, I would return it.

Not only is it not heavy- but for such a substantial bag, it is quite light. And I am in love with it. So much so that I already convinced my best friend and fellow new mom  Nicole (her son Mason was born 4 days before Alexa- she checked out of Lenox Hill and 3 hours later, I checked in- funny how things work out, huh?) to get one herself.

Love It: Peter Thomas Roth Natural Looking Self Tanner

Saturday, January 22nd, 2011

Since right now I am not leaving the house much, nor do I have a ton of time to get all made up like I usually enjoy doing, a faux glow is absolutely necessary. It buys you a ton of makeup-free leeway. Not to mention that while I try to will away this extra baby weight (apparently you can’t work out for 6 weeks, which is terrible news!) I can use all the help from the neck down I can get.

Enter Peter Thomas Roth Natural Looking Self Tanner. You can use on face and body, it dries quickly (which means Alexa doesn’t end up with self tan streaks of her own when I scoop her up) and it doesn’t have that funky self-tan smell. I put it on the other night and totally forgot that I had (yeah, that is the way things are going lately) until I noticed that I looked significantly better in the mirror. And not the slightest bit orange.

Alexa Arrives & I Learn My First Lesson of Parenthood…

Friday, January 21st, 2011

That lesson being you have no way of planning for what is in store…

Friday, January 7th began as a relatively unremarkable day- until around 2:30pm. I was sitting at my desk working on a presentation when, well, to cut to the chase and spare you the details- my water broke. I had no idea what was happening- I mean, first of all, who even knew water actually broke? I thought that was only something that happened in romantic comedies- typically ones starring Hugh Grant. Second of all- it was January 7th, and I wasn’t due until February 13th. In my world, when something is supposed to happen at a certain time, it happens at that time exactly. And in the exact fashion I had planned. My Type A personality leaves little room for surprises, and that has always been fine by me.

A few minutes later, I was up at Lenox Hill waiting for my doctor to meet me, in complete denial. All I could muster was- I am NOT having this baby today. I can’t be having this baby today. There is no way on earth I am having this baby today. Then, I got practical and remembered to call my producer at the Early Show to find a sub for my segment that was slated for the next morning and call Oscar Blandi to cancel my appointment for highlights (which I was kind of devastated about to be honest- I had planned to go into labor freshly highlighted, with a nice subtle spray tan and a fresh wax).

Well, I was wrong. Less than seven hours later, Alexa French Falik was born. Four pounds, eleven ounces, screaming her lungs out, with a head full of blonde hair. My mom and father-in-law had boarded flights from Florida and Texas respectively around 8pm when I was still in the beginning stages of screaming from pain, and when they landed at 11pm, Brian and I got to shock them with the news that they had a granddaughter.

In the coming days and weeks I have a feeling this blog will become my outlet to share crazy stories as I make the transition from living a selfish workaholic carefree life to figuring out how to be a mom. Beauty and fashion finds will surely still be included (for example, today’s diaper bag debacle and the many wonders of Aquaphor) and when I get back to “real life” in a couple months the mommy stuff may disappear altogether from the blog, we will just have to see how it goes.

Kind of like parenthood, I guess.

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