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17,550 people.

32,223 clicks.

I was wrong. We have not forgotten.

Thank you so much to everyone who took a moment to think about the people who sacrificed everything aboard Flight 93.

You. are. all. amazing.

Blogging does not pay the millions I wish it did, but together we raised $104.30 just by reading a silly little mommy blog. It's just a drop in the bucket, but the incredible show of support proves that there are people who care.

We care.

One person, who asked to remain anonymous, asked on Tuesday if she could show she cared by doing a little something extra. She offered to donate $1 per comment received on the contest post.


She cares.

Thank you. (BTW, you suck for not letting me post your name, but you rock in every other way humanly possible.)

If you would like to donate additional money, please go here.

Every penny helps.

By the way, we're going to do this again. I don't know when. I don't know what exactly. But, it will be happening again.

As for the contest, the entire thing was thrown together in a matter of minutes. Those who donated prizes are amazing people, some of whom I know in real life, and others whom I very barely know after having only visited his or her blog a handful of times. Please take a moment to check out their sites because they are some of the most generous, incredible people around.

Thank you all so much.

And I suppose there is one other thing I was supposed to accomplish with this post. I guess maybe, perhaps, in a way, you just might like to know who all the winners are. I suppose I could tell you, but I'm kind of enjoying stringing this out longer.


La, la, la, were you waiting for something?

OK, fine, here you go:

A $25 iTunes gift card, courtesy of an anonymous donor, is going to Dana!

The 3 DVDs and a CD of wrestling and hip hop goodness from those crazy guys over at the Wrestling Mayhem Show goes to Jonny's Mommy!

A $15 Starbucks gift card courtesy of my favorite big booty havin' Texan, Anglophile Football Fanatic goes to Panera Girl! (Sorry, but the name is sticking!)

A kick-ass t-shirt from Wear Pittsburgh, courtesy of everybody's favorite Butler, Woy, is soon to be making it's way to Heather.

A Just the Essentials case from Rocking Pony's Etsy shop will be going to Stephanie Macsurak!

A baby blanket from the Rocking Pony Etsy shop will be headed to Cecily R!

A messenger bag filled with cosmetics from Clumber Kim was up for grabs. Lot's of people wanted it, but Lisa@verybusymomwith4 is the winner!

Emma in Canada offered up some hand-crafted Stampin' Up! cards, perfect for Thanksgiving or just general Fall use. Shannon is the winner!

There was a Stanley Theater prize package including the Grateful Dead's 1979 show and Marley's last show in 1981 from my favorite Donato's delivering Uncle, Unclecrappy. This one had the BEST comments, and Gina swooped in for the win!

A permanent artist's account from EBSQ, courtesy of Amie, valued at $650 was a very popular item, and Creative Flutter is the winner!

A pair of tickets to Brewfest 2008, sponsored by the Pittsburgh Rugby Football Club, were available. I hope everybody who entered this one gets to go, but Unclecrappy is going for free!

Brand spankin' new dad TheJim from Sportsocracy offered up an ultra-spiffy Sportsocracy t-shirt. Justmylife will soon be donning the shirt. (TehBaby was just born today, so it's going to take a few extra days to get that out to you, Justmylife. I'm thinking you'll understand.)

I had a copy of Sleep is for the Weak, an anthology of great blogging by several of my favorite bloggers, but I'll soon be sending it to bloggingmom67.

Nobody entered to win the $15 gift card to Ruggers Pub, but the person who donated it has generously offered it up for use by Yinz Team. I'm holding it hostage just in case yinz think you're getting a new second basemen. We have a date on the South Side.

Also up for grabs was a copy of Lenny Kravitz' CD "It's Time for a Love Revolution" courtesy of Dawnmski of Yes, This is How My Mind Works. Get ready, Siobhan, because Lennie is gonna go your way.

A Tim Horton's package straight from the motherland courtesy of Emma in Canada will be making a trip to the trantastic trannyhead.

I need EVERY winner to email me his or her address at burghbaby (at) gmail (dot) com no later than Monday, October 6th at 12:00pm. Not getting me your information by that time will result in an alternate winner being drawn. I'll be forwarding your information to the person who donated your prize.

Thank you again to absolutely everyone who helped make September a month full of remembrance.


I Don't Clean it Either

At age two and a half, Alexis is still working on her mastery of pronouns. She has finally figured out that not everyone is a "she" (you wouldn't believe how many men get their panties in a bunch when a toddler refers to them as a "she," btw). She's definitely got "me" and "mine" down like any greedy little toddler should. What she hasn't totally figured out yet is the difference between "your" and "our."

I suppose in part her confusion is due to the vast differences in how things are pronounced around here. I spent my entire college career working very hard to lose any and all of my North Dakota accent. (Ever watched the movie Fargo? Yeah, I used to sound like that.) It still comes out once in a while when I'm wound up, but mostly I am devoid of accent. Anybody who says otherwise is just looking to get punched.

Mr. Husband, on the other hand, is a Hoosier through and through. He has all kinds of little quirky pronunciations. For what it's worth, I declare him WRONG in all instances. Don't even get me started on the "how many syllables does crayon have?" debate. (It has TWO, dangnabit!)

Then there are the teachers at daycare, where the poor child is exposed to more than her fair share of Yinzer-speak. I don't even understand the Yinzers when they break into their hard-core Pittsburgh accents. Anyway, I know for a fact that the people in her life do not all pronounce "your" and "our" all that correctly and distinctly.

So, the other night Alexis and I were driving through the neighborhood on our way to the house. She was telling me that we were going to her house, I was saying we were going to our house, and we were just generally debating the whole thing.

Alexis: Are we going to my house?
Me: We're going home to our house.
Alexis: We're going to my house!
Me: No, it's our house.
Alexis: My house.
Me: It's not your house, it's our house.
Alexis: Yes, it's MY house.

And on and on. I tried to explain that she, Daddy, and I all live there so it is "our" house but she was having none of it. Finally, I decided that if she wants to be a possessive little toddler, she should take some responsibility with it. So, I said, "Well, since it's your house, I think you should clean it."

Her response? "No, it's not my house."

I'm pretty sure the list of reasons to have a kid included having someone to do a little toilet scrubbing and window washing. This is SO not going as planned.

I'm still working through all the contest entries and will post the winners on October 2nd by 10:00 pm Eastern Time, but I needed to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who stopped by on September 30th. Thanks to the 87 (87!!!!) links from all corners of the Internet, I had over 3500 pages views that one day. For a tiny little mommy blog? That's INCREDIBLE! Thank you all so much, and I'll share the totals raised and all that along with the winners' names tomorrow.

Y'all? Are freakin' amazing. I can't thank you enough for your help.


Interrupting the Contest for Some Mommyblogging

There are SO many life-altering moments in parenting. Most of them are the stereotypical stuff of legends--first steps, first words, achieving greatness through potty training, going to that first day of school, getting a driver's license, etc. All of those things certainly do change your lives, but sometimes it's the little moments that really make a difference.

I watched one of those life-altering moments tonight. Sure, it's not quite on the same level as a first step, but I can guarantee the next few months have been changed in monumental ways. The deep belly laughs, the gasps, and the declarations of joy all tell a story. It is the story of a new found obsession.

I should have seen it coming.

First, there was the costume.

Then the little plastic figurines.

And now the movie.

Mr. Husband somehow managed to find a copy of Snow White on DVD. Alexis. loves. that. movie. She hid her eyes behind her fingers while the spooky eyes scared Snow White. She let out a deep belly-laugh when the spider slid down to the chipmunk. She cried desperately when we told her she had to turn it off and go to bed. Our lives will never be the same again. I predict hours and hours of Toddler obsession is about to take over.

I can only hope this means Dora will soon officially be the Washed Up Whore she deserves to be. Cause if it does? LONG LIVE SNOW WHITE AND HER SEVEN TINY MEN!

Oh, and what does it mean that Alexis INSISTS that Dopey's name is "Alexis?" That can't be good.


There are still a few hours left to win some very cool prizes, and have your clicks turn into more money for the Flight 93 Memorial Fund. Winners will be announced on October 2nd.