Yep! I’m a Total Slacker Mom!

Ok, ok…so I know I told everyone that I was taking this week off from posting in order to familiarize myself with my new home over at WordPress, but after dropping my son off at preschool this morning, I just couldn’t resist jumping back on the blog wagon.  I promise to try and be as brief as possible, because I still have quite a bit of work to do to get things squared away over here!

My son has been looking forward to today’s class for weeks now because of the big Valentine’s Day party they are having!  Since he is only in preschool and I don’t know what is in store for me once he enters the public school system as far as Valentine’s Day parties go, and since I don’t know if he will even get to distribute valentines once he gets to that age, I was thrilled to be able to take him to Target a couple weeks ago and let him pick out a box of valentines to give to all of his classmates.  It only took him a few seconds to pick out the Lightning McQueen ones, and he was even more excited about the fact that the Lightning McQueen valentines came with temporary tattoos than he was about the actual cards!

In the February school newsletter that was sent home with us at the beginning of the month, there were instructions for how the big Valentine’s Day shin-dig would go down.  They read as follows:

“The children are encouraged to exchange valentines.  These can be “homemade” (yeah, right…like I have enough time or imagination to come up with homemade cards…more power to those who do though…I wish that I had one ounce of your creativity) or store bought (much more my speed).  We ask that your child, (or you), only write your child’s name on them (do not address them).  This is easier for your child to deliver.”

I have to admit that I must have read these directions about ten times because there was just no way in hell that I was going to be the only mom in the entire class who actually wrote names on the front of those valentines.  I mean, I expect that my kid is going to break the rules every now and then because he’s a kid and that’s what kids do, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to be the one who causes him to be the odd man out when all of the other kids are following instructions correctly.

I figured that the easiest thing to do would be to sign his name for him since he really hasn’t mastered the art of doing that quite yet.  I sat at the kitchen table for a good three minutes yesterday and got all 15 of those valentines signed.  Then I started digging through the box for the envelopes to stick them in.  There weren’t any.  There were these cute little heart stickers that I assumed were used to seal the envelopes if there actually were any, but since they were obviously absent from the box, I decided to just stick one little heart on each valentine.  This took an extra two minutes or so.  Then I pulled out those damn tattoos.  I stared at them and spent a good minute and a half wondering what in the heck I was going to do with them since there were no envelopes to place them in, and I concluded that it was probably in my best interests to just forget about distributing the tattoos.  With my luck, there would probably be some over-the-top obsessed mom who would worry about the ink poisoning her child’s blood and then she’d probably complain to the teachers about the dangerous item that had been included in my son’s valentine cards, and then I’d get a phone call, or even worse a parent-teacher conference, to inform me that such behavior was frowned upon at this particular nursery school. And then they’d tell me that there was some sort of restraining order and that my poor little boy was no longer allowed within two feet of her son or daughter.  Oh yeah, the risks were definitely way too high, so I put the valentines in a ziplock bag by themselves and forgot about those tattoos.

Fast forward to an hour ago when I dropped the little man off.  He walked into class with his ziplock bag (the quart size, not the gallon) and one of the teachers took it and wrote his name on it with a Sharpie.  And that’s when I noticed the other bags of valentines that were rolling in.  Most of them were in gallon size ziplock bags or in grocery bags and all of them had some other little item included with them besides just the card.  In fact, most of them were actually inside their own petite goodie bags and included candy or some other trinket.  A few of the mothers even dared to go the “homemade” route and put them into individual little treat boxes for each child complete with heart stickers on the outside of the box.  I looked at the other kids’ valentines and then looked back at my son’s pathetic little ziplock bag and I immediately started to feel like the biggest slacker mom on the face of the earth.  I honestly thought I was going to have a panic attack, because all I could picture was the kids exchanging valentines later on in the morning and getting the one from my son and being completely disappointed that some little treat was not included.  And then I thought of how bad my little boy is going to feel if someone says something about it to him.  I can’t believe that my lack of experience and knowledge with the whole preschool thing may cause my son a lot of unnecessary heartache today.

For the record, I really think that the instructions for the whole valentine exchange should’ve included some sort of warning in parenthesis at the bottom of the page that said:

“Just to make all of the “I have no idea what in the hell goes on at preschool holiday parties because this is my son/daughter’s first year in preschool” moms aware, you are not obligated to include treats with your child’s valentines, but please make a mental note that all of the other moms are going to include candy or some other goodie with their child’s valentines, so you run the risk of making yourself look like a total chump if you don’t do the same thing and include the damn treats.”

Just when I thought the feeling of being a total failure wasn’t bad enough, I noticed that some of the kids were showing up not only with fancy-shmancy valentines to hand out, but they were also showing up with nice big heart-shaped boxes of Russell Stover candies to give to each of the teachers.  I didn’t think of that one either.  Just shoot me.

I’m Ready For The Red Carpet!

I’m back everyone…and I’m officially a WordPress girl now!  And I’m officially freaking out a little bit and I’m officially trying not to have a panic attack and I’m officially bribing my poor child with M&Ms and lollipops in the hopes that he’ll let me write this first post on my new blog.  That’s right!  I may have a new look, but I’m still The Mommyologist, and I’m pretty sure that people everywhere are still nominating me for Mother of the Year!

I’m asking all of you to please bear with me this week as I try to get my footing and work out the kinks over here!  FYI…for any of you who subscribed to my feed over at Blogger, you will need to update your feed by re-subscribing to my new WordPress site.  I’m not sure yet if any of my followers will need to re-follow me, so I’m hoping that if any of you have to do this that you’ll let me know so that I can spread the word.  I would hate to lose any of my awesome blog buddies!

I’d like to say a huge thank you again to Lauren at Restored316 Designs for putting up with all of my pathetic technically challenged questions during my redesign and move.  I’m sure that I will have plenty more for her!

I can’t wait to hear everyone’s thoughts on my big makeover and I look forward to reconnecting with all of you after I figure out what the heck I’m doing!

Bye Bye Blogger…I’ll See Everyone Later in the Week on WordPress!

Well ladies and gentlemen, this is the last official post that I will write on Blogger. I am so excited because The Mommyologist is getting a fresh new look, and moving over to WordPress! I really needed a redesign for my blog, and I’m one of the most technically challenged gals on the planet, so Lauren at Restored316 Designs is giving me an amazing makeover! She has been wonderful and patient and has listened to and answered each and every single one of my, “I have no idea what in the hell I’m doing” questions. She came highly recommended by Theta Mom, and now I know why!

Lauren will be importing all of my posts and comments tomorrow, so my blog will be down during that time. Once I am up and running live again, I will need a few days to add content to all of my pages and sidebars, so I’m taking the week off from posting in order to square everything away on my new site.
I will do my best to visit other blogs this week, but if I don’t get around to it, please don’t think that I’ve forgotten about all of my awesome blog buddies!
Can’t wait to see everyone again after hair and makeup is done with me!

Tall Tales from La-La Land: Volume Four

Women all over Hollywood are certainly putting motherhood on the map these days! Pretty much every single time I open up one of my celebrity smut magazines, I am greeted with a photo of some starlet sporting either a perfectly round baby bump or a toddler on her hip. I have to give these ladies the credit they deserve for making motherhood the “in” thing right now. I sometimes think that a baby is kind of considered the perfect accessory to complete any outfit in La-La land. In fact, it seems as though you’re almost not part of the cool crowd in the celeb world if you are over 21 years old and haven’t been knocked up yet.

Yep, babies are pretty fashionable in Hollywood right now, but there is something that is even more popular than procreating to these celebrities. Having kids is definitely up there on the trend-o-meter, but dropping the baby weight in record time has become somewhat of a spectator sport. The window of what is considered an acceptable amount of time allowed for a woman to drop her post-partum pounds is getting smaller and smaller with every issue of OK, US Weekly, Star, etc. I think that before we know it, we’ll be reading about how some top-paid movie star brought her personal trainer with her into the delivery room along with a portable treadmill and Wii Fit Plus because she plans on leaving the hospital in her pre-baby size 24 jeans.

I have to admit that I actually feel kind of bad for these women. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to have just given birth and be totally exhausted and not feeling up to red-carpet status quite yet and just wanting to go home and enjoy your new little bundle and recover a bit only to find that there are a million paparazzi waiting for you as you exit the hospital who are scrutinizing every square inch of your body instead of trying to get a nice photo of the baby. I can guarantee that no photographer would’ve wanted to get within an inch of my hobbling ass as I was leaving the hospital! To this day, I’m still not sure why I wasn’t brought out to the car in a wheelchair, because I thought that is how every new mother left the hospital, but that really doesn’t pertain to this story so I’ll let that one go for now. All I know is that I left that day in the same maternity track suit that I entered the delivery room wearing and I had on fuzzy pink bedroom slippers because my feet wouldn’t fit into any of my shoes. Not exactly a Kodak moment, that’s for sure. And I continued to wear that track suit for a good two or three months after bringing junior home. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that it’s a good thing that I’m not famous. I think I probably would’ve been labeled the biggest fatty in Hollywood if I weren’t just a normal mama.

My first subject today is Grey’s Anatomy star, Ellen Pompeo. Ellen has always been pin-thin, and I honestly think she is just one of those people who is blessed with a tiny frame and really doesn’t have to work at keeping the weight off. I actually think that she probably weighed less while pregnant than most women do when they’re not pregnant. The picture below was taken just two weeks after she had her baby. TWO WEEKS!

I can’t say that I’m surprised that she looked that good just two weeks post-partum. What did bug me, however, was the recent story about how she lost the baby weight in OK Magazine. The article said that Ellen “has a high metabolism” (lucky bitch) and “really wasn’t doing anything” to lose the extra pounds, and that she “has a bagel if she wants a bagel.” Yeah, I have a bagel if I want a bagel too, but unlike Miss Ellen, that bagel leaves a permanent stamp on me disguised as two extra pounds on the scale and a noticeably rounder belly. (And let’s not kid ourselves, I usually find it hard to have just one bagel).

As I continued to read this story, I think that anyone around me would’ve noticed my eyeballs growing as big as saucers when Miss Ellen’s big diet secret was revealed. This is a good one kids, so pay attention. There are all kinds of hip diets in Hollywood right now such as The Zone, Atkins, South Beach, what have you, but this one absolutely tops them all. In fact, I think that it could be the answer to everyone’s prayers as far as diets go. Whoever figured out this particular diet is going to be a self-made millionaire for sure. Ok, I’m sure the suspense is killing you, so here it is:

“Ellen is just LETTING THE WEIGHT FALL OFF HER.”

WOW! What a revelation! Why didn’t I think of that? I feel like a complete and total moron now because I spent countless hours out with my stroller walking the hills of my neighborhood in Highlands Ranch, Colorado and even more countless hours whipping up healthy meals in my kitchen in an effort to shed those pesky pounds, when I could’ve just been sitting on the sofa watching TV and LETTING THE WEIGHT FALL OFF. Seriously, I just wish that someone would go ahead and invent a time machine so that I could go back about four years and grab myself off the sidewalk, stroller and all, and plop my fat ass down on the couch and tell myself about this genius of a weight loss plan.

Ok, so Miss Ellen’s story pretty much had fire coming out of my ears, but I couldn’t resist the urge to read on and see what the other celeb moms were dishing about. That brings us to Jessica Alba. Honestly folks, is there really anyone much more gorgeous than this girl? I mean, she is stunning. Absolutely stunning. And I’ve always really liked her, and I still do. She just seems like such a sweet girl and she kind of lives out of the spotlight and I think that she is probably a really good mother to her daughter.

I have to give Miss Jessica a big round of applause because I’ve read before (not exactly sure where) that she admitted that she felt absolutely huge and never felt less sexy than when she was pregnant. There’s nothing that I appreciate more than a little bit of honesty in the celeb world, so I just have to give her credit for that one. To my delight and surprise, in this particular issue of OK, she was open and honest again, and said, “I’ll take the stretch marks, sagging boobs, and cellulite you can’t get rid of…if you are happy and positive and hold your head high, then all that other stuff is irrelevant.”

I truly think that Miss Jessica was trying to do the right thing and was trying to identify with other new mothers and to let them know that she experiences the same body issues as they do. There’s just one problem with her statement.

You can go ahead and pick your jaw up off the floor now. I won’t elaborate too much here. All I am going to say is that if this is what stretch marks, sagging boobs, and cellulite you can’t get rid of look like, then I need to go ahead and end this post right away so that I can get in my car and high-tail it to the plastic surgeon’s office so that he can hook me up with the Jessica Alba special.

Whenever one of my newly pregnant friends has been worried about losing the baby weight and has asked me how I did it, I’m always honest and I always tell everyone the same thing. First of all, I really had to work at it. I made a commitment to getting back into my pre-baby wardrobe and I got up early in the morning, put my little guy in the stroller, and went out and walked for about an hour and a half, six days a week. I also really paid attention to my food choices. I did lose every last pound of baby weight, but it took me a good nine months to do it. It took me nine months to put it on, and nine months to take it off. And I still struggle with my weight because I have my whole life. I’ve never been one of those people who can eat whatever they want and not gain an ounce, and I’m still hanging onto a few extra holiday pounds that I just can’t seem to get rid of. Once a struggler, always a struggler. And the same rings true for people who are just naturally thin. I tell my pregnant friends who were tiny to begin with, that they will go back to being tiny again and not to pressure themselves into losing the weight within a certain time frame. It will happen when it happens.

Have you ever noticed on Nutri-System and Jenny Craig TV ads how there is this disclaimer in really tiny print at the bottom of the screen that says, “Results not Typical?” I think that there needs to be some kind of similar disclaimer at the bottom of these magazine articles too. I think that it should say something like this:

“Results not typical. These women were stick-thin before they got pregnant and have never had issues with their weight. They also have round-the-clock nannies and personal trainers and home gyms and personal chefs, not to mention personal stylists who know how to dress them two-weeks post-partum for the optimum slimming illusion. They can also afford top of the line anti-cellulite treatments and plastic surgery and anything else that they need to get back into red-carpet shape. Please note that this article is not intended to establish any sort of norm or expectation for women who are not privy to these sort of luxuries.”

Don’t you think that if there were a disclaimer like that at the bottom of each of these articles that there would be a lot less unnecessary tears and unnecessary extreme dieting and exercise regimes on the part of new mothers? I sure do. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Four years after having a child, I know that Hollywood women do not set the standard for what really happens after having a baby. Four weeks after having a child, however, I didn’t understand that. And that is when I really would’ve benefitted from hearing the truth.

The Mommyologist’s Last Word: “I’m over these last few holiday pounds. I give up. I think I’ll just give the Ellen Pompeo plan a shot”.

One more quick note: I do know that the Jessica Alba pic was probably airbrushed, but seriously, no amount of airbrushing could ever make me look that hot. You have to have at least a little bit of a bod for them to work with for it to be believeable!

The Sun Finally Came Out!

Well, today is a new today, and I think that I’m finally starting to get over yesterday’s whole Hanky Panky incident. Thank you so much to everyone who left me wonderful and supportive comments after my mid-morning embarrassment! I am blessed with some truly wonderful readers and followers, that’s for sure!

After days and days of being cooped up in my house, the sun is finally shining outside, and it is shining down on my blog as well! Earlier this week, I received the lovely Sunshine Award from four wonderful new blog friends of mine.

Ella Bella Mozzarella was the first blogger to give me this award. Her blog is just too cute and she covers all of the random things that go on in the daily life of a mom, which basically encompasses all my favorite subjects! And she proudly wears her lip gloss each day while conquering motherhood. Her little girl is about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, so make sure to pop on over and see her!

Magically Ordinary gave me this award next. She is a fairly new blogger but I’m confident that she is going to be a well recognized name very soon! Her blog is adorable, and she has some really great stories with just the right amount of funny. She is also a very supportive blogger and always drops by my blog to leave me comments, something we all appreciate! She definitely brings sunshine to my day, so stop by and check her out!

Mom’s Sanity is Making a Comeback also passed this award on to me. Seriously, her blog title pretty much says it all! She is the mother of a pre-teen AND a toddler, and I love how honest she is about things that she’s gone through in her life. I am really looking forward to reading more of her posts! Don’t miss this one folks!

The Freckled Bug has become one of those blogs that I visit several times each week not only for her posts, but also to try and decide which of the to-die-for pair of flip-flops that she sells in her Etsy shop I want to order before heading to Florida in a couple weeks. I am a total flip-flop girl in warm weather, and these have some special bling going on, and I just have to have a pair. I’m thinking that I may have to go with the fleur-de-lis ones, simply because I am a Kappa Kappa Gamma alum and that is our flower! I can’t wait to order them, and after you see how awesome they are you will want a pair too!

The rules for accepting the Sunshine Award are as follows…

1. Put the logo in my post or within my blog.

2. Pass the award onto 12 fellow bloggers.

3. Link the nominees within my post.

4. Let the nominees know they have received this award by leaving a comment on their blogs.

5. Share the love and link to the person who gave you the award!

I am passing it on to 12 other bloggers who bring a little sunshine to my day! I have to admit, picking only 12 was tough. There are just so many wonderful blogs out there!

Thanks again to the four lovely ladies who passed it to me!

Just Another Mom of 2

We Live in a Zoo

I’ve Become My Mother

Mommies Time Out Today

The Accidental Mommy

Everyday Life with the Nevilles

All You Need is Love

A Big Pot of Crazy

This Mama Works It

Things I Can’t Say

A Day in the Life of a Surfer Wife

WYSIWYG

What the Heck? Wednesday Update: Yes, I am Indeed, a Total Idiot

I’m back everyone! Ok, so I think that I was in a little bit of a bitter mood this morning when I wrote my initial What the Heck? Wednesday post. Maybe I just don’t know quite enough about the blogging world yet to know how reviews and giveaways, etc. work, or maybe I was just irritated and decided to jump to conclusions. At any rate, I think that a second post is needed today!

I received an email a little while ago from Larissa, the person who I originally communicated with at Hanky Panky when I contributed to their Thong Diary. I am about ready to climb under my desk right now and hide from my computer because I am really THAT embarrassed. Larissa was so nice, and apologized for the fact that I hadn’t received my free gift from Hanky Panky, and I think she was a bit upset that I hadn’t emailed her first before posting something negative about them this morning. I am definitely the type of girl who acts on her impulses immediately, and I really need to get better about that. I am also the type of girl who owns up to my mistakes when I make them, and I made a big one this morning, so I’d like to apologize to Larissa and to everyone else at Hanky Panky for not contacting them before assuming they’d used me for free advertising.

I have been taken advantage of so many times in my life, and I find it hard to trust people if I think that they are making false promises and not following through on their word. I truly feel that good customer service is pretty much dead these days, so I guess I just immediately assumed that this was the case with Hanky Panky as well. For the record, now I understand why the old saying goes, “Don’t assume. It makes an ass out of you and me.” I’m definitely the ass this time.

I have to admit that I was quite shocked that Larissa had read my blog. I didn’t think that anyone outside of my small group of followers was reading it. Again, there I go with the assuming!

I learned a good lesson today, and I am making a promise to Hanky Panky, to my readers, and to myself to not get ahead of the game in the future before giving people the benefit of the doubt that they deserve. That being said, I am SO sorry Larissa, and please pass on my apologies to everyone else at Hanky Panky! Thank you for reminding me that good customer service has not completely disappeared. I have to admit that I’m really glad that I don’t have to hang up my Hanky’s anytime soon. I honestly don’t think that I could ever find a good enough replacement.

Guess I’d better stick to my word and go email the chick from Crystal Light.

Hey, nobody’s perfect, right?

Tall Tales From La-La Land: Volume Three

I spent part of this past Saturday doing one of my absolute favorite things. It’s one of those things that no matter how strapped for cash I am at any given point in my life, I refuse to give up. As my mother would say, “If I have to eat canned soup and hot dogs every day for the rest of my life, that’s fine with me. I’m not giving up this luxury.” Of course, mom was referring to having her cleaning lady come twice a month, and I have to say that I’m with her on that one as well (but mine only comes once a month and I’m interviewing a new one today because the last one sucked, but that’s irrelevant). In this case, however, I’m talking about having my hair done. I have finally found an amazing stylist who knows exactly what the hell she is doing and actually listens to what I have to say and acts like she actually wants my business. She is beyond incredible and I’ve never been happier with my hair. I even joked to the hubster that I might have to leave him for her because I love her that much. I was only half kidding.

After she applied my root color, this dream stylist of mine moved me to another chair to process for a bit because she had another hair cut scheduled in between. And then she brought me a nice hot cup of green tea, fresh from the Keurig, along with another little guilty pleasure that I love to enjoy once in while. Ok, so I probably enjoy it more often than I should, but that’s beside the point. She brought me the January 25th issue of OK magazine. What can I say? I’m a total sucker for Hollywood trash, (hubby calls them my smut magazines) and I just couldn’t resist this particular issue.

Two lovely ladies were pictured on the cover, one being Kendra Wilkinson (Baskett) and the other was Kourtney Kardashian. Both gave birth on the same day (I think, but don’t quote me on that. If it wasn’t the same day then it was within a day or two of each other), and both were pictured holding their bouncing new bundles of baby boy joy. My first thought when I saw the photos was that they both looked pretty normal for new mothers, and I was actually really pleased to see that Kendra’s eyes looked a little tired, as they should look after giving birth and bringing home a new baby. I loved Kendra throughout her pregnancy, because unlike other “I know I’m pregnant but I refuse to eat more than a cracker because I don’t want to ruin my career by gaining enough weight that is necessary to bring a healthy baby into this world” celebrity wackjobs, she actually admitted that she had gained at least 50 pounds and was eating everything in sight and didn’t give one flying fig about how much weight she was putting on. Seriously, I really thought that Kendra was such a breath of fresh air compared to those other Hollywood toothpicks. I was so excited to read the article about her, and then I saw the title and I about spit my green tea all over my smock.

It read: “Kendra and Kourtney TALK BABY! New Moms Tell All…Romantic Dates & Hot Sex Lives….”

Ok, so it went on to list a few other topics that you can see in the cover photo below. I didn’t pay attention to those. I literally had to hold my breath and restrain myself from letting out a huge WTF? in the middle of the salon after I read the Hot Sex part. Excuse me? Hot Sex just a few weeks after bringing a new baby home? Huh? Hold on, because I have to pause again and say WTF? out loud now that I’m at home and there aren’t other people around to hear me.

I immediately opened the issue and went to the table of contents to find the page number for where the article started. I just couldn’t waste any more time before delving into another “let’s mislead new moms everywhere into thinking that they’re supposed to be humping like jackrabbits within a month or two of having a baby” crap filled article. I was pretty sure that this one wasn’t going to disappoint. And it didn’t. It only took about forty seconds or so of reading before I was digging in my purse for my Iphone so that I could type notes into it for this post that I was already starting to write in my hair dye covered head.

Let’s start with Miss Kendra. I’ll skip over most of the beginning of her interview, because it was just all this boring babble about how the new baby has brought she and Hank so much closer in the one month since his arrival and how they are more in love than ever, blah, blah, blah. Gag me with a freakin’ spoon. I mean, it’s not that I didn’t love my hubby after we brought home our new bundle, he was indeed the father of my child, so of course I loved him. I may have still loved him, but I didn’t like him very much in those first few weeks. And he didn’t like me very much either. I don’t know if it was the incessant crying (from me AND the baby), torturous sleep deprivation, or the fact that neither one of us knew what the hell had happened to our perfect little married-life utopia, but I do know that neither one of us was feeling particularly romantic during that time period. Apparently things are going a little smoother for Kendra and Hank.

Towards the end of her interview, Kendra said that she and Hank “weren’t allowed to have sex yet because of her having a C-section.” She then said that she tweeted to all of her Twitter followers something along the lines of the fact that she called her doctor and that he said there was a “two-week countdown to when she could hit it hard at the gym (ok, I’ll give her that one, it’s normal enough) and with sex. That’s where she officially lost me. Maybe I’m just a seriously frigid bitch or something, and please tell me if I’m not in the majority, but all I know is that one month after I had my son the absolute last thing on my mind was sex! I mean, that would’ve required at least an extra ten minutes out of my day or night that I could’ve spent sleeping, showering, or wiping the black trails of mascara off my face. I sure as hell wouldn’t have used that extra time for any funny business! And honestly, I know Miss Kendra had a C-section, but I had just gotten done pushing till I was blue in the face to get something OUT of my hoo-hoo, so why in the hell would I even start thinking about putting something back IN there? Good GRIEF!

The horniness didn’t end there. Miss Kendra went on to say that she and Hank have a mirror over their bed and they keep looking up at it, and at her new curvier figure and saying, “look at this booty!” Oh yeah, wait a minute. That’s right! I almost forgot! When I was still in the delivery room with my son, I made sure to have my hubby call someone to come into our home and install a mirror on our bedroom ceiling so that he and I could get down to business as soon as possible after we brought our baby home, and so that I could have an upside-down view of my cottage cheese filled gigantic ass, and so that I could enjoy a close-up of just how far down my boobs were really sagging, not to mention a view of whatever was leaking out of them. I mean, isn’t that what every new mom wants? WOW! I’m just so glad that somebody finally had the courage to let the secret out.

For whatever reason, I still love Kendra a little bit. I just wish that she hadn’t fallen into the trap of being one of those celebrities who paints a false picture for new mothers and makes them feel less than adequate because they aren’t ripping their husband’s clothes off and doing the dirty four weeks after having a child. I know she’s a playmate and all, but she’s also a brand new mother, and I wish that I could just hop a plane to Hollywood and tell her that it’s ok for her to admit that she’s feeling a little less than up to par in the bedroom area. And no one will think less of her because of it.

Ok, on to Miss Kourtney. I really didn’t know all that much about her before she had her little boy, and I definitely don’t “Keep Up with the Kardashians”, so I really hadn’t formed an opinion of her yet. The first thing that caught my eye was when she mentioned that her husband (I think they are married, but I’m not 100% positive??) constantly gets up in the middle of the night to check on the baby even though they have a 24-nurse there to help out. You know what ladies and gentlemen? Somehow I’m just not buying that one. It sounds sweet and all, and I’m sure that she wants the world to think that she married (or is dating or whatever) the most perfect man in the universe, but seriously, what man in his right mind would get out of bed in the middle of the night and go check on the baby when he is paying someone else to do just that? I know that if my hubby and I would’ve had a 24-hour nurse, I would’ve told him to lay in that bed and not move an inch so that he could savor every last minute of shut-eye he could get before that nurse left! And I would’ve done the same!

I kept reading on, because I knew that the sex talk had to be buried somewhere in that article to go along with the whole cover theme. Just like Kendra’s interview, Miss Kourtney dished it out towards the end. She talked about how most women pretty much forget about their husbands after the baby comes and just focus on their little bundle, and that she was making sure that she made time for intimacy with her man, Scott, and wasn’t going to let him fall to the wayside like those “other women.” Maybe I’m just a complete and total moron, but I’m using my best analytical skills here and I’ve determined that it is probably a bit easier to make time for intimacy and to pay attention to your man when there is another human being living in your house who is tending to your little one each and every single hour of the day. I’ve also drawn the conclusion that if there is someone there taking care of your baby for you, then you also probably have time to shower and shave your legs once in a while, so your man is probably much more receptive to your advances of intimacy than he would be to the rest of us “average chicks” who are covered in spit-up and stubble.

Of course, this wouldn’t be a celebrity baby article if there wasn’t some reference to baby weight made. Miss Kourtney plans on losing the weight by using the SlimQuick supplement. And I’m sure that she’s getting a nice hefty paycheck for using their program. All I know is that it better be one hell of a weight loss regime, because at one point in her interview she was talking about how sweet her honey, Scott, was and how “just the other day he surprised her with her favorite fast food.” I guess Scott wants to give SlimQuick a real run for it’s money. Miss Kourt did go on to say that Scott thinks she is “sexier than ever”, and for the record, I’m really hoping that one is true. Women in La-La Land and women in Normalville really need to hear that a lot more often, so I’m giving Scott a big thumbs up for that one.

If you were wondering why I titled this post “Tall Tales From La-La Land: Volume Three”, it’s because I’ve decided to make exposing celebrity bullshit a sort of regular series on my blog. I won’t have any sort of set schedule for these posts, but I will write them from time to time after I’ve had a good smut magazine reading session and feel the need to expose the myths and reveal the real story. I went back and re-titled my first two unofficial volumes of the Tall Tales series, and if you’re interested, you can click on the links below. Volume One involves Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Volume Two is about Heidi Klum.

Tall Tales From La-La Land: Volume One

Tall Tales From La-La Land: Volume Two

Just to make sure we’re all on the same page, I am really not attacking the celebrities who are the subjects of this series. I’m attacking the ever-so perfect, rosy image that they feel the need to portray to the rest of the world. I honestly think that they believe that they will be more admired by new mothers if they leave the hospital in their skinny designer jeans, and if their babies never cry, and if motherhood has come so easily and naturally to them. I don’t know about the rest of the mommy world, but I can guarantee that I would respect them a whole lot more if they’d just tell it like it is for once and admit that they are tired and overwhelmed, that their asses are fatter than they were before giving birth and that their publicists let them know that little fact each and every single minute of each and every single day and are practically forcing them back into their home gyms, and that their husbands are driving them crazy (and not in a sexual way) and getting on their last nerve. I promise to write another post absolutely praising the first celebrity mom who tells the real side of the story.

The Mommyologist’s Last Word: This particular issue of OK Magazine was a real doozie! Be sure to stop by on Friday for Volume Four of my Tall Tales series!