Samantha Moeller is a mom, entrepreneur and good time girl all rolled into one. She founded Missbehave Magazine and The Hipster Mom. Her hobbies include popping bottles, warming bottles, playing pat-a-cake, night clubbing, shopping for expensive bags & shoes and looking super cute. She is currently residing in Queens with her husband and son Fritz.
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First I’d like to say this Holiday has been wayyyyy too long. My butt is killing me from setting on it for close to 5 days and I would mind a little peace and quite restored to the Moeller household. I can now safely say I will not be having three kids, just not for me. Two, manageable, three, you can forget any kind of interior decorating or nice things at all for that matter…I digress. Christmas was a lot of fun. The house was full and the children were laughing…and fighting, spitting, drooling, snotting, hitting and screaming. I thought I would share with you some of the memories we made this holiday season.
Above: The Holidays were kicked off with a batch of sugar cookies made with stress and lots of love. I saw beauty in a deformed star and brought it back to life with a weed leaf frosting design.
How amazing are these? Not only do they have teeth, 3D dinosaurs and a dino foot prints…they have lights! I was always into kids shoes with lights because if they made adult shoes with lights I would probably wear them. I’m flashy like that. Not so much the flashing red LED’s…I think I would need something of the neon variaty. When I peeped these at Peek-A-Boo I had to get them. Fritz pitched a fit and refused to try them on, I bought them anyway. I think these are probably the coolest shoes ever for a little boy.
Growing up I was always making my parents and grandparent gifts. Usually, said gift was a frame, painted or decorated in some way with a picture of yours truly inside. I also made a lot of collage boxes and furniture items. The art of cut-n-paste is kinda my forte. Thank goodness I had honed my skills all those years because who knew the economy was gonna go into a free fall and I’d have to start making gifts again! Take a look at my personal step by step guide to making the perfect collage…”Grandparent’s live for this shit!”
Step 1: Go to Michael’s (Obvi my new favorite place!) buy frame, stickers, and fake flowers. Also, not shown here, you must pre-order images off IPhoto of collaging.
This is what the Hipster Dad bought Fritz for Christmas. H.D has been begging to open it ever since Monday night…Might I remind you Fritz is 2 months shy of his second birthday. The box says Ages 8 and up…I’m just sayin’.
I’m not old enough to own a whole bunch of ornaments to put on my tree…like, you know, in one of those boxes that you take out every year and unwrap each one and get all nostalgic about them. My parents used to have one of these boxes growing up. I loved this one Snoopy decoration that was him dressed as Santa hanging off a long gold string with bells on it. I digress, this would have been the year that I started my collection, except I am in no mood to drop $20 on a fancy ornament. So, I went to Michael’s spent $40 on fake flowers, glitter leaves, feather butterflies, glue, tape, glitter and hooks. (BTW: As I am writing this I am listening to the new Britney Spears album which is making my life seem suuuuuper lame right now. This album fucking rocks. It’s mostly about getting fucked up. I love it!). Ok back to my Decorating party…So I had some friends over and forced them to make decorations with me. Well I guess its not forcing if you give them wine and cheese, right? The tree is way more awesome and creative than a bunch of store bought decorations. Love went into those decorations. So this is my new tradition. We make the decorations, save one or two store bought ones I guess. I can already see it, me forcing Fritz when he’s like 16 to make decorations…OMFG…It’s like practically a week away, that’s how fast time goes by. Check out some decoration close up’s after the jump… Read the rest of this entry »
So, apparently the restaurant with the catch phrase “Where a kid can be a kid” has an a-typical amount of fights happening on a regular basis. In one city the police captain say’s ”The biggest problem is you have a bunch of adults acting like juveniles.” And they blame the problem on kid’s birthday parties, booze and mama-bear syndrome. To your average person this may seem shocking, but as a parent this makes total sense. Tensions run high in these child filled venues. I know if alcohol is available I know I’m partaking to “take the edge off”. It’s apparent how the mixture can go terribly awry. For example: This most recent assault, described in police reports, occurred after a woman in her 30s approached a 6-year-old boy who was playing a videogame. When the boy went to insert more tokens to continue playing, the woman grabbed the tokens out of his hand and told him to stop hogging the game. The boy went and got his 26-year-old mother, who walked over to the woman. The woman began screaming at the boy’s mother, and another suspect, a man in his 30s, grabbed the mother by the throat and pushed her against the videogame machine. CEC employees had to pull the man off the mother. Both the man and the woman fled the scene.
Sometimes when I’m “parenting” I really feel like I’m faking it. Like, I’ll tell fritz to do something or try my hand at discipline and it all feels like a dream. I’m not sure when exactly, me feeling like an actual adult is going to set in. I’m guessing this may have something to do with me gallivanting around Miami doing whatever the fuck I wanted for 4 days and completely leaving all my responsibilities in the dust. When I got home it felt really weird to tell my little son to get upstairs and brush his teeth and things like that. My vacation was a whirlwind of a good time and totally carefree…almost like a life I once knew. The one where I partied until 6am, not one but, two nights in a row. A life where I woke up at 1:30, drank champagne straight from the bottle and giggled incessantly with my girlfriend all night. Sometimes I think it’s strange that we keep getting older but your state of mind gets stuck at 24. Part of growing up really sucks, I’m already considering Botox and I actually have to exercise to stay thin…yuck! But the other part, the part where you have this adorable little version of you and your hubby running around and really having learned some shit about this life we live, that part is pretty cool. I suppose its all about a balance. No one wants to be a 30 something fool running around like an idiot or be a 30 something old bore. I’m happy with who I am. I think I’ve managed to create the perfect mix of fun, sexy, smart, loving and ambitious. And as for faking it…I live by the old motto “You gotta fake it till you make it”….I don’t think Fritz will notice.
Yey! Electric Company is returning to the air this January [via Jezebel]! Now if they would just resurrect Dance Party USA and Kids Incorporated I’d be able to completely re-live my youth with Fritz.
Samantha Moeller is a mom, entrepreneur and good time girl all rolled into one. She founded Missbehave Magazine and The Hipster Mom. Her hobbies include popping bottles, warming bottles, playing pat-a-cake, night clubbing, shopping for expensive bags & shoes and looking super cute. She is currently residing in Queens with her husband and son Fritz.
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