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Baby Zog drinks his cereal milk

As of late, the Land of Zog has felt extremely full and possibly, even overflowing.  Baby Zog is a runner.  Wait, make that sprinter.  Or should we say marathoner?  It is in his blood.  All I know is that anytime we put him down in any place with any somewhat open pathway, he immediately takes off.  And I love it.  I absolutely relish watching his pure joy as he toddles along as fast as his short, little toddler legs will take him.

Jamieson has also become insistent that he can do everything like a big boy.  He does not want to accept bites from mama or papa.  He MUST feed himself with a fork and spoon.  He has the fork down but the spoon, well, that is another story.  There is a reason I always strip him down for yogurt breakfasts.  I’m not really sure how much actually makes it into his belly, but at least he gets a fantastically moisturizing skin treatment out of it.

He also has developed a few new loving habits.  How did we luck out with such a sweet babe?  He is the best kiss-giver and hug-giver; anytime you are on his level, you will immediately find fat baby arms around your neck to give you a little squeeze.  Chris loves it because BZ also loves to rub backs and his papa’s scalp.  Spoiled parents are we!  And don’t forget the sweet little hand that comes and finds us whenever BZ needs something in another part of the house.  He will take your adult hand into his baby one, to lead you to whatever is his top priority.  Typically this is the kitchen.  Sometimes this is bed.  We’re still a bit astonished at the latter.

In work news, work life has been exceptionally full.  I am blessed to work with many amazing people and to have constant opportunity.  There is no better feeling than to know you have freedom in what you do.  I’m so grateful that I felt a spiritual push to get my MBA as well as other work decisions that have opened doors for me.  Because of my ability to pick and choose, I am honing in on a few important projects to me, and calling “time” on others that I have loved but that require more time and attention than I have to give.  This is a great feeling.

In other Land of Zog news, I am blind.  Well, not really.  I had to have eye surgery this last week to correct a problem that pregnancy/childbirth created.  When I informed my mother that Jamieson had ruined my eyes, she assumed he had beat me with one of his toys.  Nope, that would be nicer.  So, I will be avoiding pictures for a few months? I really can see – but this was not nice little Lasik type surgery.  We’re talking anesthesia and real cutting. (but can I just say what a lovely nap anesthesia provides? especially for a mom that never ever naps.)  My father was able to help watch Jamieson while I was “getting work done.”  He eventually resorted to using the Suburban to fence BZ in.  We are grateful to live close to my parents both for our own benefit and for BZ’s.

I am struggling to slow down.  Chris insists that I do, but let’s be real, I cannot stand sitting around with nothing to do.  Seriously, I’m going crazy.  My house is a mess, I’m not supposed to pick my sweet child up, and none of it seems legit to me.  I’m off the Percocet, so doesn’t that mean I’m all better?  Poor Chris.  Either way, I can only take a cluttered house and dishes in the sink for so long before I start to go nutty.  I’m pretty sure you couldn’t keep me in a hospital bed for longer than a day.  At least, not without being heavily sedated. That anesthesia was really nice.

I’m not sure what else to tell you.  It’s March and I am beyond glad.  I think the winter blues were starting to affect us all.  All of the Zogs are past due for an outside jog.  Kauai is calling our name.  It sounds something like, “L-A-V-A Flows!”

 

 

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bz was nicknamed oh so appropriately

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Would you believe that this is one of maybe two or three semi in-focus shots of 50′ish?  This kid moves like lightning.  I don’t think he actually ever takes the time to walk anywhere.  Full hilt run, all the time.  It’s cool though, running is in his blood.  I just hope I can catch him for a few more years.

On a related note, attending church is a huge challenge because of this super-duper active little.  Perhaps it’s a terrible thing to say, but part of me dreads church every Sunday.  It feels like I’m trying to herd very loud cats.  Three hours+busy BZ=one challenged mama.  My church congregation is very kind and family-friendly – and we especially love his extra “grandmas.”  I just find great relief when we go home and Baby Zog can roam free and sing, talk, and yell at will without concern.

In the LDS faith, children can go into nursery at 18 months.  I’m looking forward to and dreading this day equally.  Looking forward to being able to actually listen in church again but frankly, not looking forward to being separated from Baby Zog for two hours.  I already spend plenty of time away from him during the work week.  I might welcome it if I was currently in stay-at-home mom mode, but I’m not, so I don’t.  To keep Baby Zog entertained, we bring a little Skip Hop Zoo Lunchie filled with toys and books.  We also bring snacks and juice boxes.  But still, the attention span of a 15-month old is not terribly long.

Moms, how do you do it?  Also, I will never ever judge a mother with loud toddlers ever again. Lesson learned.

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how to dress your baby/toddler for winter in nyc

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A few tips to keep your babe warm during the winter months in New York City.  Whether a local or a tourist, bundling our littles properly is a must.

Baby Zog all snuggled in his JJ Cole Arctic Toddler BundleMe

  1. Layer, layer, layer.  Dressing your child in a t-shirt and parka just will not do.  I recommend dressing your littles in a onesie as opposed to a t-shirt to prevent possible tummy exposure.  Then layer with a sweater/sweatshirt, and finally a coat.
  2. Choose pants that are lined.  If you cannot find some, dress your babe – boy or girl – with leggings or tights under their little pants.  I also recommend finding tall socks that go to their knees.  This way when you are carrying your little (or baby wearing), if their pants become raised, they don’t expose their precious skin to the freezing temps.
  3. Suck it up and pay for good shoes.  We personally have purchased baby Uggs for Baby Zog.  I balked a bit at the $60 price tag but I was able to shop around and find a great deal.  I recommend also looking on eBay or on Craigslist for gently used shoes.  Baby Uggs keep tootsies nice and toasty even in below-freezing temps.
  4. Know how to protect your little in the stroller.  We have gone through several phases of BundleMe’s.  Our current version is the JJ Cole Toddler Arctic BundleMe. We were able to purchase it locally from another parent who used it maybe twice.  Solid investment.  It is like traveling in a fleecy on the inside, weather-proof on the outside sleeping bag.  We also own a Phil & Ted’s Double Stormy Weather plastic cover.  You might think this is just for rain – but it also works fantastically to keep the windchill off your baby – and the snow.  You’ll see them on strollers right and left as you stroll the city.
  5. Buy a coat for yourself suited for babywearing.  If you plan on babywearing often, then you should purchase a coat that is large enough to go around you and your child.  Ergo used to make a coat that zipped up over baby, but it looks like it has been discontinued.  This is solved easily enough – simply buy a coat in a larger size.
  6. Cover that little head and those little hands.  Make sure you buy the right hat.  This hat SHOULD include a warm fleece lining, ear flaps, and a tie under the chin.  Heat is quickly lost through the head and this can make all the difference to a warm, happy baby and a cold, cranky baby.  Also purchase warm mittens that are fleece lined.  If possible, shop for some that also either have strings to go inside the coat or clips to attach to the coat sleeves.  I’d also recommend purchasing a smaller pair to layer under a larger pair.

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delta airlines: paid in full – but real change?

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First off, thank you, thank you, thank you!  I am so grateful for good friends and acts of kindess from those I don’t know.  You all make a difference.

Today I posted a link to this blog post on Facebook and Twitter.  The reactions were strong and quick.  And soon, I had a tweet from Elisabeth Osmeloski (@elisabethos), mentioning that perhaps Christopher Elliott (@elliottdotorg), might be interested in my story.  Christopher, who is a “reader advocate for National Geographic Traveler, Tribune Media Services and The Washington Post,” quickly tweeted back with a request for my paper trail to be emailed over.  I sent all of my emails and tweets over and before I knew it, he had responded to my email and had tweeted, letting me know he had also contacted Delta on my behalf and further instructions if I had no result.

Well, I got a result.  The social media manager for @DeltaAssist, Jerry F., direct messaged me this,

“Hi, I’m the manager of the social media team. Sorry for your trouble. I’ve spoken to my colleague in Baggage. Expect a call shortly. *JF.”

I responded back and thanked him for his help.  Once again, while I was frustrated that for several days, @DeltaAssist did not answer any of my tweets, I tend to think they do an amazing job.  I greatly appreciate the service they provide and I have not had a negative incident with any of their hard-working social agents.

And then I waited.  Would baggage actually call this time?  I made sure my phone was not on silent and was also not on “do not disturb.”

Magic.  My phone rang.  When I answered it, I couldn’t get a word in.  Yvonne, from Customer Care went through a barrage of “hello, this is …from delta, customer care, you contacted us, i understand you weren’t happy” and it kept going.  I waited for a pause and said “Hi.  Yes, I did.  How are you doing today?”  Yvonne seemed caught off guard that I wanted to do a proper greeting.  She replied back and then apologized for the trouble and expressed that they understood double strollers were important and that Delta would be sending me an additional Visa to make up the difference from the original $250 offer.  I thanked Yvonne.  She gave me her name and direct line in case of any other issues and we hung up.  The phone call lasted not quite two minutes. Yvonne was pleasant, but I felt rushed and felt more like Delta just wanted to quiet me rather than address the issues.

I hate to seem like I am beating a dead horse – but – has anything really changed?  Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful that I am taken care of.  But Delta still has a bogus rule.  And what if my social media friends hadn’t come to my rescue?  If I was a regular joe schmo who didn’t happen to be on Twitter, the probability of me receiving anything past $250 would have been slim to none. I’m guessing none as after the last email I received from Delta, I also received notification that they were sending my funds.  Almost, as if to toss a check at me and run away and indicate that would be the last of our dealings.

Either way, I’m glad a difference was made today for one person.  Now what can we do for all of the others?  One thing is for sure, I became a big fan of a few new people, Christopher Elliott being one of them.  I don’t know if that was the difference or not – but his simple existence and purpose are important and he has gained a new advocate.

Thanks again, friends.

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delta airlines: a story of a bully versus a mama

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Email: Delta accepts fault but will not pay.

Delta accepts fault but will not pay

Have you ever hit a level of exhaustion where you wonder if you care to bother anymore?  I’m there. Partly due illness and the other part due to an infinite crap customer “disservice” loop that Delta Airlines has me trapped in.  If you don’t mind, share my story with your networks and let Delta know this isn’t acceptable behavior.  You can tweet at them at @DeltaAssist, message them on Facebook, or send them an email.

Sir Zog and I traveled to New York City on December 21st.  As a Christmas surprise, I booked our tickets in first class, without telling Sir Zog.  He has never traveled in first and the difference in cost from a normal ticket was not significant.  I figured this would also help preserve our sanity while trying to entertain a 14 month old for five hours on a plane (spoiler: it did).  The trip started off without a hitch.  We arrived at the airport.  Sir Zog was pleasantly surprised. (I was excited that I had been able to maintain the surprise.)  We gate checked our expensive Phil & Ted’s stroller because we had decided it would be safer.  For some unintelligent reason, we thought it would be handled more carefully and be put on last.  Ha.  First mistake.  Chris and I had decided to bring the Phil & Ted’s to NYC rather than a cheap stroller because the functionality is so much greater – and frankly, in the city, expensive strollers rule for a reason.

Before we took off, the pilot announced that we were nearly ready to leave but due to an “excess of baggage” the handlers were attempting to “make everything fit.”  I guess my ears should have perked up but they didn’t.  We finally pushed back, had an uneventful flight, and arrived at JFK without incident. Or so we thought.  You see, the incident happened somewhere in between SLC and JFK but we didn’t find out until disembarking.

Upon leaving the aircraft and waiting for our gate checked stroller, the kind baggage gentleman handed us our stroller.  He was upset and pointed out that the other handlers had massacred our lovely, expensive, and what I thought to be sturdy, stroller.  He was mad on our behalf and told us to go report it immediately to baggage so we could be reimbursed.

We went to the Delta baggage office and I waited patiently in the Sky Priority line.  Sky Priority my butt.  There are no perks to this.  I actually waited much, much longer and watched every single person in the 15-person line next to me be helped before I was helped in the one-person Sky Priority line.  If SP meant anything, I would’ve thought the employees would have asked me to come to the front rather than allowing me to watch and wish I would have just stood in the “regular” customer line. I don’t want to sound entitled as we don’t normally fly this way, but still, shouldn’t it have counted for something in the business of paying more?

The agent was also kind but not terribly knowledgeable or helpful. She offered us a cheap, used umbrella stroller to replace our $700 stroller while Delta sent ours off somewhere to “attempt” to fix it.  I declined.  I was both not willing to hand our expensive stroller over to strangers and to a company of which I had no knowledge of their reputation (strollers are a safety item – my child is, you know, kind of important to me) and I was not happy with the uneven trade.  The agent said they could file a report and then I could talk to Customer Care so I could get reimbursed quickly.  We chose this method as we wanted to replace the stroller while on our trip.  Second mistake.

The moment I walked into our apartment, I contacted Delta on Twitter at @DeltaAssist.  *WG (Winston G.) told me he could help, even though I had mentioned it was a baggage issue.  After more information was gathered, I was told they could not deal with me as it was a baggage issue.  Um, yeah. I said that in my first tweet. The agent said they would have baggage call me on my cell.  I waited. And waited. And waited. There was a definite reason I didn’t want to deal with Delta’s baggage phone line.  It is THE WORST. Most of the time you get sent to a place where they don’t answer or you can’t understand them.

Baggage never called. I followed up with @DeltaAssist and I was informed that they were emailing baggage to have them call me. No phone calls. We are now on day 3 of our trip in NYC with no stroller.  This is a problem.  Baby Zog is no 8-pounder. He never was.  I then attempted to contact @DeltaAssist over the course of the next two days.  Now they weren’t responding to me at all.  My problems were of no concern nor did they blip on their radar.

Day 6: I call the stupid 800 number and am told by a very nice lady (see a trend? – all nice employees – but no results) that the first person should have told me I had to fill out a form. I have wasted nearly a week waiting sans stroller.  Kim, the agent, instructs me on the process including uploading a receipt for my stroller.  I tell Kim I no longer have the receipt and she tells me to input the value.  I should note - each of these employees has been given my report number and could/should be adding notes along the way.

I fill out the report. It is identical information to what I filled out at the airport.  Coincidentally, hours after I fill out the report, @DeltaAssist finally sends me a direct message.  Days later.  Really? That’s not how Twitter works.  If I wanted days later, I would’ve sent an email.

I receive a response back within a few days.  I am told they require a receipt.  I respond back that I do not have a receipt (Really? They expect me to keep receipts for every purchase I’ve ever made for items that I plan to bring with me on a trip?) and that Kim, the previous agent, had not made this an issue.  Is no one communicating? Are no agents making notes along the way?

I receive a response that Delta will only reimburse me $250.  Sweet.  That would be 33% of the value.  For something that Delta has acknowledged fault for.  They have not only destroyed a material item of value to me, they have also now cost us the use of said stroller on our entire trip to NYC.  12 days to be exact.  That was a lot of walking and carrying a heavy baby.  Many sore muscles and a few crabby moments in between.  My back does not thank you, Delta.  And did I mention the many hours I have wasted in communicating with Delta?

I will note that with the exception of the agent emailing me with my “reimbursement” (aka: slap in the face), every employee was very kind and helpful. I did my best to act with kindness and decorum as I patiently waited for a response.  But obviously something is broken. Either employees are not empowered to solve problems and/or they are not following the process.

I read you loud and clear, Delta.  You don’t care about your customers.  You don’t care about Sky Priority (which frankly, any customer should receive better service).  And you don’t give a crap about moms.  We cannot trust Delta to care for items that involve our children’s safety.  And even with acknowledging guilt, you do not make financial restitution.  Our stroller was an investment. Not a toy from the dollar bin at Target meant to last an hour.

The funny thing is, Delta needs a mom right now.  Someone to grab them by the ear and tell them to right their wrong.

So here I am, blogging about my experience.  Because Delta doesn’t think I matter.  They believe bullying is acceptable because they have protected themselves with a clause.  I don’t think that’s right.  I could move on but I don’t think Delta should get away with this.  How many little people can big corporations step on before someone stands up and says no?

I’m saying no.  I want Baby Zog to grow up in a world where wrongs are righted and every person is treated with kindness, respect, and decorum.  Big dreams,  I know. But I’m not willing to go down without a fight.

Please share and comment.  Something has to change. Delta has insurance to cover this and they are gaining big time on the many people who are unaware. This should be unlawful.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I appreciate it very much.  Hopefully, we can make a difference.

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i grew a human

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Last night I was laying in bed, not sleeping (common occurrence), and revisiting my thoughts and feelings from the day.  On the first Sunday of every month, Mormons dedicate an hour of their services to something called Fast & Testimony meeting.  We fast for two to three meals and donate the money we would have spent and call it a “fast offering.”  The donation goes to families who are down on their luck and need a little boost.  During the service, any members who would like to, are given the opportunity to “bear” or express their personal testimonies in relation to the gospel.

As I wrangled my now nearly 14-month old baby-toddler, I was once again hit with the impact of that tiny human.  I thought I knew love before Baby Zog.  I love Sir Zog.  Marrying him was the best day of my life.  And then the day I gave birth to Baby Zog, replaced that.  His birth-day is the new best day of my life – but only made possible through the first best day of my life.  This is not to diminish the first one. Rather, to honor it. After all, the first-best-day, is the source of all my best-days-to-come. Continue reading

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missing scott cowley

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Scott Cowley

How’s that for SEO, Cowley?

I just found out that my friend Scott Cowley is leaving Salt Lake City.  I swear, you become a mom, lose all sense of time, and miss huge things like people quitting their jobs to pursue a PhD.

The purpose of this post is not to make Scott look over his shoulder for his would-be stalker but rather, to express appreciation.  Scott thanked a number of people who had shaped his life in different ways. My name happens to be on that list. I think. But reading through that list made me appreciate how many awesome social media and marketing folk we have both in Salt Lake, and who feel close in proximity through the power of social media.

I am grateful to be friends with so many amazing people. And grateful to have their expertise at my fingertips.  I really do want a “Friends of Scott Cowley” group created so I can become friends with those whose names I did not recognize.

Scott Cowley, you will be missed.  But I guess that means we can finally start winning some of the interwebs giveaways.

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why yes, I am procrastinating

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Well, maybe that’s not fair. I have work to do but I find that it is far more fun to tweet with my friends (I’m alisonjherzog, btw, if you care), chat online, and read posts ranging from real news to people.com “news.”

You see, I have a baby. What does that mean? I no longer own my own time. By the time Sir Zog comes home to give me a break, my “break” consists of getting paid work done, folding laundry, cleaning up from the day, cooking, cleaning up from cooking, feeding Baby Zog, and retiring to bed. Oh, and possibly working again after putting Baby Zog to sleep. Sir Zog asked me if I’d heat up a few hot dogs for him when he got home from work today and had just relieved me of my 20 lb. sack of squirms. I laughed. Because – I truly realized – my time will never be mine ever again.

This isn’t a bad thing. It’s just a thing. So, when it’s 11:38 pm at night, and I should be working, it’s easy to find myself drifting down other paths. Call it procrastination. I call it breathing for a moment. Or, being a busy momma with a sense of self.

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no more cable

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We got rid of our cable this week. Frankly, I feel freer not having it. It’s easier to accomplish more without the distraction and I think this will also equal more quality family time.

Besides, who needs a tv to watch when you have this? (He fell asleep while his daddy was getting his hair did)

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