A Family-Friendly Super Bowl Night Out

The Super Bowl approaches!! Seeing as how my beloved Washington football team hasn't had a real shot in ages, my level of interest varies depending on how much money my husband has invested in gambling opportunities, but there are a few things even the most disinterested can relate to - conversation-starting commercials, yummy snacks, and beer. Or cocktails, depending on your taste. This is the first year in many that we haven't hosted a party at our home. Yes, that was me frying chicken and baking cookies at 39 weeks pregnant last year and using the changing table as a snack station. This year we've been invited to a party at our friend's bar. "A bar? With a baby?! On Super Bowl Sunday?!?!" Slow your roll, haters. It's a small gathering of good friends in a comfortable, private room. Adding to that, Mini is a city baby. The rules are slightly different in NYC. We are a city of people who left their families (read: grandmas as baby-sitters) in our home towns, and child care here can often cost more than the night out itself. There are absolutely places and occasions wherein Mini can (and should) stay home, but my understanding of people doing their best to have a happy child AND a life has grown since I joined their ranks, and even though many of my friends are still childless, they enjoy having Mini around and encourage us to bring her.

So, to the bar we will go on Sunday night. As Mini grows and matures, her diaper bag needs have changed. It went from three spare outfits, bottles and blankets to one spare onesie, snacks and books. If I'm going out for a quick errand, both she and I are happy with her in Ergo carrier, but if we'll be out for a few hours, our UppaBaby Cruz is a dream ride - and just light enough for me to haul up and down subway stairs on my own if necessary.  It's also got a great big storage basket underneath, which means I can bring along those few little extras.

Since we'll be hanging out for a few hours, and settled in one spot, I'll be bringing along some creature comforts from home to keep her happy. Aden + Anais swaddle blankets still get a lot of use in our lives, because they take up so little space in a bag but make a great play area. I'm also obsessed with PackIt's foldable cooler bags. They make them in a variety of shapes and sizes, and because the bag itself freezes rather than dealing with freezer blocks, they're so much more lightweight and diaper bag-friendly than traditional cooler bags. Mini is not quite into buffalo wings yet, so I'll be bringing along some of her travel favorites - string cheese, squeezable applesauce and yogurt pouches, grapes, and blueberries.

Normally I try to keep the toys to a minimum because they add a ton of weight, but I'm thinking of bringing along her Leapfrog tea pot and tea set. It's not very big or heavy, and it's an interactive toy that we can play along with her. Her Skip Hop Pronto changing station is a must. Sometimes the standard diaper bag changing mats just don't cut it if you're out somewhere with no changing table and need to utilize a less traditional location. And since the game may interfere with our (occasionally flexible) bedtime, Mini will be changing into pajamas around halftime for an easy transition into bed when we get home.

Here's a fun fact for city parents - Uber has a fleet of drivers who provide a flex car seat that fold into their trunks. All the drivers who have one were required to take a training class with Dr. Alisa Baer, aka the Car Seat Lady. You can request one of these cars directly from the Uber app's front page in many cities, and it's a word-of-mouth-type situation in others.
For those of you not bringing along a baby, here are my thoughts for you  -
*If you're going to a friend's house, bring something other than a bag of chips or a six pack of beer only you will enjoy.  We're adults now.  Thinking outside the box? Bring a pack of toilet paper.  When your host is standing in their bathroom at 1 AM wondering where all the TP went, you'll be their favorite friend ever.
*If you don't win any money, don't get mad.  At least you didn't just lose a Super Bowl.
*If you hit it off with someone at the bar/house party, don't make out in front of your friends, and don't go home with that person.  It's Sunday night. Go to work in the morning and make arrangements for this little thing called a date, where you spend quality time getting to know someone you like.  It's an old-fashioned concept, but one I endorse.

Have fun and be safe!
The Rafferty Girls


Ergobaby Original Baby Carrier, $120
UppaBaby Cruz, starting at $499
aden by aden + anais Muslin swaddle 4-Pack in Life's a Hoot, $34.99
PackIt Double Bottle Bag in Dots, $19.99 and Personal Cooler in Dots, $20.99
Skip Hop Duo Diaper Bag in Metro Stripe, $58  and Pronto! Changing Station in Metro Stripe, $30
Baby Einstein Discover and Play Piano, $19.99 and Leapfrog Musical Rainbow Tea Party, $18
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My Life As A Passable Mom

Hello to you!  Thank you for reading this blog, when there are so many other, better blogs for you to enjoy.  Blogging is one of those things that anyone can do, I get that.  I mean, literally.  Anyone can have a blog.  The bowl of Cheerios I just ate can have a blog.  So why have I decided to do this? Besides it being my New Year’s resolution, I felt a profound need to share my point of view.  It has changed and evolved tremendously since my daughter entered my life.  Truth be told, I meant to start this blog while I was pregnant.  I’d be very interested to know what that blog would have been like.  In its absence, I’ve decided to go this way.  So what am I going to blog about, you ask?  

I live in New York City.  It’s awesome here, just like on TV.  It’s wonderful and terrible and beautiful and disgusting and I love it and I hate it.  I moved here to be a movie star, and instead starred on a PBS series and an episode of Dawson’s Creek and in a whole bunch of TV commercials, which I enjoy.  I met an Irish guy and we fell in love.  When people ask how we met, I have a line that I still think is really funny, even after ten years – “where do you meet an Irish guy?” And then I wait for people to guess, which they don’t, so I respond, “in a bar!” And then they guffaw and snort and wish they’d thought of it.  We got married.  We enjoyed being married.  I got pregnant.  I teased my husband constantly about his future life as the Irish guy with the brown baby.  I bought children’s books on slavery and the Civil Rights Movement, so he could learn all about his future child’s blackness.  He did not read them.  I had an awesome pregnancy, which meant I had a pretty awful labor.  And at the end of it, they handed me my totally perfect baby, who looks everything like her father and not very much like her mother, so the joke was on me. 

Now that the sob story is out of the way, don’t worry.  This blog is not political, or angry, or sad.  It’s just my thoughts on surviving as a mom, surviving as a mom in a big city, surviving as a mom to a biracial child, showing off when I’ve done something really momtastic, and confessing when I’ve done something totally idiotic.  I love to pretend at domesticity, so on the days I don’t eat Cheerios for lunch, I will share some of those cool recipes.  Remember when I said I starred on a PBS series? It was called Real Simple, and the product of that incredible lifestyle magazine for women far more passable than I, but I learned a few things and remembered one or two.  I’ll tell you what positively works for me and what absolutely doesn’t.  No one is paying me (yet) or giving me products to endorse (yet), so if I do mention a product, it’s one I bought, my mom bought, or was purchased with gift cards from my baby shower.  If I look cute and can find someone to take my picture, I will share my #OOTD.  But I’ll probably be wearing Ugg slippers and a t-shirt, so it’s probably better that I share my daughter’s #OOTD.  I promise to use minimal hashtags and maximum words with double O’s.  Thank you for coming along this journey with me.