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The Omaha event was AWESOME!!! The Going Blue Revolution is even bigger than I thought. The company is running infomercials in five major markets now and membership is exploding. Everybody is getting in. The training was amazing. They announced a new product thats going to be available in three weeks. Its called Blue Rez. Its a five-hour energy shot thats actually good for you! No stimulants, no sugar, no calories. Its mainly B vitamins and Resveratrol. For those of you who don't know, Resveratrol is one of the compounds in red wine that they're finding out has so many benefits. Dr. Oz has talked about it. Its been on 60 minutes. Is getting bigger every day. Resveratrol is the foundation ingredient in True Blue. There are lots of Resveratrol supplements on the internet these days, but True Blue is the best. Livinity's Dr. Harris has worked very hard to make sure the Resveratrol in True Blue is pure and bioavailable. I got to meet Dr. Harris over the weekend. We sat and talked for a long time about health and nutrition and he gave me some pointers on how to balance my body for optimal health. I'm going to try them out and see how it goes.

There were two major things that I took away from the Omaha conference. One is that people are making HUGE BANK doing this. There were people there that were making $10,000-$15,000 per month. It sounds crazy but its true. These people came from all walks of life. At the formal dinner, I sat next to a farmer and a cardiologist. Both were making serious money in Livinity. The second thing is that WE'RE GOING TO JAMAICA AND LIVINITY IS PAYING FOR IT!!! (Sorry for the caps people, I'm just that excited) Over spring break, Livinity is sponsoring a cruise for its members. They're running a promotion from now until December where everyone you sponsor, every pin level you achieve, every product you sell, you get money off your cruise. The incentives are totally achievable and we signed up on the spot. We've never had a honeymoon, and we always talked about Jamaica, but I never thought we would actually go. Its going to be awesome!!

So, to sum up, Livinity is awesome. They've got great products, great leadership, an advertising campaign, and a compensation plan thats making people rich. If you want to know more, or get in yourself, go here.


Alright, enough of the shameless self promotion. On to baby!


My mother always says she "doesn't travel well." Well neither does Birdie. Prior to this excursion, the longest Birdie had ever been in the car was two hours. She was two weeks when we made our last trip to the midwife. This trip was five hours plus and she was not impressed. For one thing, she hates the car seat. She's a free range baby and restraints aren't her deal. She's used to driving around town here and there. That never takes more than 15 or 20 minutes. She can handle a trip to Wal-Mart (forgive me for mentioning such an evil) Thats a 25 minute drive. She lasted a whole 40 minutes before she started protesting. This girl cried, and cried, and cried. Finally, she wore herself out and went to sleep. Then she woke up and cried, and cried, and cried. Back to sleep. The third time she woke up, she was just plain ol' pissed off. She started giving me this look:

She looks like her mum!

The trip had gone smoothly for the most part, until we got to Omaha. We had intended to leave around 11 a.m. so we would get there before rush hour. Our travelling companion got off work late due to a broken down delivery truck, so we didn't get to the city until 5 p.m. . . . on a Friday. Omaha traffic is about the same as Denver: No comparison to L.A. but still, you're not going anywhere fast. Combine this with the fact that there was a wreck (isn't there always) and you start to get an even more upset baby. Because of the wreck, traffic was at a standstill. The lack of movement woke up the Birdie who hadn't eaten in a few hours.

Before I continue I need to tell everyone that my husband is a SAINT.

Birdie got incredibly upset. DH is trying to navigate rush hour traffic. Our travelling companion "doesn't travel well" either, so she's sitting in the front seat hollering "Watch out for that truck!" every few moments even though said truck is several lanes away and no one is really moving. This went on for nearly an hour until we got past the wreck. We were almost to our exit when we saw the road construction signs. It turns out that our exit was closed and we had to detour into Iowa for several miles.

We got to the hotel just in time for registration. We ran to the room and got changed. I fed Birdie and went of to the first seminar. If you'll remember, Birdie wont take a bottle. We brought along every bottle and nipple we owned, bunches of frozen breast milk, and a sippy cup. I left my poor saintly husband and a crabby baby up in our room at the Omaha Hilton. I told him to text me if things got out of hand. About an hour into the conference I got a text. "She wont quit crying." I snuck out and went upstairs. I found my poor DH stripped to the waist trying to calm Birdie through skin to skin contact. It wasn't working. She would take about three sips from the bottle and then freak out on him. I took her from him and she stopped crying immediately. Of course this fixed the crying baby problem, but now, DH feels like a total failure. I fed her, gave her back to DH and ran out again. We would repeat this process every two hours throughout the weekend. DH tried everything. He wore her around the hotel in the Moby. He did skin to skin contact. He gave her baths. She would have none of it. The moment she got hungry all she wanted was mom.

The Birdie was really stressed by the change of environment and schedule. So long as both DH and I were with her, she was fine, but because of the intense schedule, that didn't happen very often. Both nights she just passed out from exhaustion once we were all in bed. On Saturday night there was a formal awards dinner for all of the people who had made a whole bunch of money since the last event. I'd stressed for weeks on what I was going to wear. I finally settled on this:

Engorged much? Note the cell phone right there ready for that text from DH. The president of the company took this picture. I'm not smiling big because I wasn't so sure I didn't have spinach in my teeth. How awesome would have that been?

I got called out right after dessert, ran upstairs, fed the Birdie, and then . . . She spit up. Everywhere. I had it from my shoulder to my hem. I quickly changed into something black and took the Birdie back with me to the awards ceremony. We left once the band started. It was too loud and we were leaving in the morning. We had some good family time, everyone got to unwind and go to bed relatively early.

The whole process was less than ideal, but DH deserves a medal for his patience. He did everything he could to let me have as much time as possible at the event. There was one other nursing mother there. Our babies were two weeks apart. She didn't have a husband that was willing to be tortured by a baby so she was in and out alot more than I was. We often found ourselves parked in an out of the way sitting area, nursing our babies. Both of us covered up completely so that no one freaked out on us. We were in Nebraska after all. I was surprised by the number of positive comments we got. As people would walk by (the sitting area was out of the way, but it was on the path to the closest restroom. A popular destination) they would smile at us. Some women would tell us that they missed nursing their babies. It was a really positive experience.

The trip home wasn't any better for Birdie than the trip there. No amount of making Mr. Penguin dance would console her. We finally got home last evening, but the Birdie has been traumatized. She wont let me out of her sight. She's not letting her food source get that far away again. She was so wore out after her ordeal that she slept completely through the night which of course means I woke up with basketballs on my chest. Its going to take us a day or two to get back to normal, but I think we'll be ok.