About Us

This blog is for the modern mommies that feel like it was only 5 minutes ago they were dancing in a club, wearing dry clean only or running an international Marketing department. While we are all trying our best at the newer title, mommy, there is a lot to laugh at, as we try to retain some pieces of who we were, and evolve into who we are. Leave the kiddie stories on the message boards – this is a site for us, the just too cute and modern to give up yet mommies! (Isn’t about time something was!?) So slide (okay wrestle yourself) into those 7 jeans, grab a latte, and get ready to laugh with the coolest playgroup in town.

Five years ago, my crib had a totally different meaning. It used to be that “crib” referred to my sweet pad, in a brownstone condo filled with white leather, crate & barrel votive candles and swanky throw pillows with animal prints. Now crib is well..a crib. Literally. With you know the cage without a top? The one with a mobile, and stuffed kangaroos and a bumper (God, how do I even know the technical NAME for the padding around the crib)??

Five years ago, I was Gianna, an Italian-American goddes with long flowing straight hair (thanks to 2 hours with a Chi), tight black pants, Gucci shades, a perfectly vaccummed car, and a heel height of a minimum of 4 inches. Hell, my name USED to be Gianni. Now I go by a moniker I am not sure is more suitable for a monkey, a stripper or a gadget that would sell on an infomerrcial at 3:00 am.

Now, I am Gigi. So who am I? Who is Gigi? Well, I am the chic that never went ANYWHERE without makeup, but now find it perfectly acceptable to bring my kids to school in purple velour pajama pants. (Provided of course it is covered with a 3/4 length black puffy coat – GEEZ girls I have SOME pride!)

I am the girl that rocks a ponytail like it is my J-O-B, and couples it with a headband on the days I need to be trendy. I am not sure if I have worn pants without an elastic waistband in over a month but have not stooped so low I wear any sweatpants in public….um that are not black.

The “Sun shades ” I rock now are a little less Fendi and a bit more “2 for $5″ from a street in Chinatown on the way to see the Lion King on Broadway. So yeah, life has changed. I have changed. But you know what? It is not as bad as it seems – I am not totally tragic – If I spend a solid 45 minutes in the bathroom I can ALMOST remind myself of Gianni circa 2001. And truth be told, while my life was more glamorous…now it is hilarious.

I have four kids 5 and under. No seriously. Okay you did the math – I had twins. I have four kids 5 and under.

I am the biggest hypocrite you know – because I went from being the chic that only bought Amex gift certificates for a baby shower out of sheer dread of going into a baby store to knowing more about baby brands, BPA, designer baby brands, crib manufacturing standards and which swing pattern Graco is featuring this year.

Sure every once in a while the old Gianni comes out, but now GiGi (the nickname my neice gave me which was actually the warning shot into this parenthood thing) is pretty much your go-to girl. I know I am just one of millions of Gigi’s – espcially in NJ cause girlfriends, I see you everywhere.

I see the little glimmer in your eyes in the Jersey malls as you pass Bebe and look longningly at those strapless dresses (note to all – no your boobs will NOT stay up without the strapless bra like the mannequins.)

But hey, stop in for a latte every once in a while – I will still see you as the size 4 you used to be AND here you can find your former self and your new self doing battle – and hopefully laughing the whole time. We are seriously NOT talking about baby items here. Okay MAYBE once in a while but only when necessary.

This is GOSSIP girlfriends. Not celebrity gossip cause honestly, if you have a personal trainer, a chef, a plastic surgeon and a team of nannies 1. I hate you only cause I am jealous, and 2. you can’t relate to this madness. But I am telling you, I will be that girlfriend – you know the one that knew you then, knows you know, and is still asking if her ass looks fat (even though I asked you that when I WAS a size 2, and now when I am a size….yeah right…I don’t think so.)

Grab a latte girls….it is only going to get better for us cause now at least we are in it together .