Starstruck at Blogher

Come take a stroll with me down memory lane.

It’s 2:45pm on Saturday. I’ve just run up to my hotel room in an attempt to briefly thaw my corpse-like legs before the next session. I turn on the television set, realize ESPN bowling just isn’t going to hack it and grab the nearest Blogher schedule to skim over. Holy shit! I forgot about the room I’ve been wanting to visit since I arrived! The “celebrity” of all celebrities is in that room!

I grabbed my bag and walked hurriedly to the elevator. My heart seemed to beat out of my chest while thinking of the possibilities. What if I get the chance to have a short conversation? What should I say? Should I go for an awkward hug?

I had no time to think. I needed to get to this room before the next onslaught of people arrived on their break. I weaved through the hallways, staring straight ahead, careful not to catch the glance of anyone who could slow me down.

And then I arrived. The minute I walked into the room, I saw the Blogher VIP across the way and immediately started to cry. CRYING, PEOPLE. “Oh, Jesus”, I thought to myself, “Get it together, Whoorl! What am I, FOUR??”

I couldn’t help it. I was staring at such an inspiration. I wiped the tears off my face and walked straight over to introduce myself and maybe secure a photo or two.

I must say, Grover did not disappoint. I was suddenly a five-year-old again, just thrilled to get a hug from the famous puppet.

Although, Grover, are you attempting to cop a feel?

Let me help you with that hand, Grover. Okay, much better.

For those Sesame Street fans, Eric Jacobson (whose face is in the second photo) has been the only person to puppeteer Grover besides Frank Oz. (Is it just me or do Eric and Grover resemble each other?)

More non-puppet Blogher fodder to come…

Elsewhere

My trip so far - lovely ladies, six hours of sleep, mashed potatoes and gravy.

Elsewhere:

Looking for a stylish laptop bag?

Check out Wito’s debut on ParentDish.

Quick Update

Leaving in a couple of hours for San Francisco.

Chick-fil-A was fantastic. (#1 with a lemonade, to be specific.)

Wito awoke at 5:30am again.

This morning’s breakfast request?

Mac & Cheese. (???)

Have a great weekend, everyone!

Guess What We’re Having For Dinner?

Wito woke up yelling “Hungwey, hungwey, HUNGWEY!” at 5:12 this morning. Now, the hungry part wasn’t so weird, given I currently own the title of Mother To Gigantor, but the 5:12am part was less than desirable for reasons I’m sure I don’t have to explain here.

I let him roll around for about 45 minutes while he yelled phrases such as, “I burped, mommy! EXCUSE ME.” and “Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, milk time!” (Seriously, people. He’s a counting savant. Also? When we’re driving in the car and listening to music? He names THE INSTRUMENTS that are being played in the song. How in the hell does he know the difference between a guitar, piano, trumpet and violin? OH, ENLIGHTEN ME.)

(Sorry. I just had to get that out there.)

Finally, when I decided to embrace the early wake-up call and drudge my sorry ass out of bed, I carried Wito into the kitchen and asked him what he wanted to eat. We pretty much have a standard high class breakfast menu at Casa Whoorl, which consists of Eggo waffles (Um, Nutrigrain because I, like, really KER about health), yogurt, milk and/or cheerios.

I looked at Wito and asked what he wanted.

“Waffle?”

“No.”

“Toast?”

“No.”

“Blueberry yogurt?”

“No. HUNGWEEEY.”

“Sweetie, what do you want?”

“I wan cheekey nunnets and faffel fwies.”

“What?”

“I WAN CHEEKEY NUNNETS AND FAFFEL FWY.”

“Um, you want chicken nuggets and waffle fries? Right now?” (6:18am, to be exact.)

“Yes.”

I stood there, looking at him and thinking of the two times in his life that we have fed him fast food. (Chick-fil-A, of course! I mean, is that REALLY fast food?)

And honestly? I did a little happy dance because OH MY GOD, I GET TO EAT CHICK-FIL-A FOR DINNER. HELL YES.

I’m off to San Francisco tomorrow morning to attend Blogher. Hope to see you there!

Want to hear about my weekend?

Then head over to Secret Agent Josephine’s blog!

(The incredibly lazy writer in me LOVES it when this happens.)

Typity Typity Typity

My new gig started today over at Work It, Mom! I’m taking over for the illustrious Susan Wagner at The Working Closet. Come read my rambling diatribes about cute shoes! And lovely clothes! And how the J. Crew catalog is my bible! And maybe even, LIP GLOSS!

YOU CAN’T STOP ME NOW, PEOPLE.

(Or just gaze upon some really heinous clothing items in today’s post.)

Also, are you looking for some cool summer toys for the kiddos? Check out my feature at ParentDish.

I am officially finished typity typing for the week. Cocktail hour is starting 4 hours early. Peace be with you all.

So Yummy! So Yummy!

Hey! I’m delving into the world of toddler napping and drug-induced children’s programming over at Danny’s blog, Dad Gone Mad. Stop by and join the party in my tummy, will ya?

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