Archive for September, 2006

Love Thursday

September 28, 2006

Currently this is my favorite place. My bed. Not my bedroom. My bedroom sucks because we haven’t done anything to it since we moved in 1 year ago. But, my bed is awesome. It is the most comfortable spot in the world for me. My body just melts right into it perfectly, especially after a particularly long day. I have to have 3 pillows to sleep with. That is the ONLY way I can sleep. Not with 2 , and not with 4. That would be too many. We bought this queen size sleigh bed when we got married. My husband says I hog the bed and the comforter. But look at that awesome down comforter. Wouldn’t you hog it, too? Yeah, you would. I love my bed. There, I said it.
***This idea is from Karen at chookoolonks.

I don’t want to go to bed!

September 26, 2006

He only naps about 3 days a week, 4 if we’re lucky. Last night he didn’t get to sleep until about 9pm, but this morning he was up at 6am. We had a play date this morning for 2 1/2 hours. He’s totally worn out. When we got home he was cranky and picking on his sister. I told him he needed to nap, but he said, “No! I don wanna go to baid!” I told him he can either sleep on the family room couch, or the living room couch, but he refused. I had to give the baby her bottle and he was being a real pain, so I told him I was going to bring him upstairs. We’ll instead he took his favorite blue blanket and pillow, and went into the living room, where I assumed he fell asleep on the couch. I was feeding the baby so I didn’t get up until she finished and fell asleep, too.
Well this is where I found him. Asleep on the hallway floor.
What can I say? He’s 2 and he has his own ideas.
Edited to add: he slept this way for 2 hours.

First day of school picture

September 26, 2006

This is my 2 year old on his very first day of school, yesterday. Last week was just visiting day. But this day was the real thing. Remember last week when I tried to take pictures, but the batteries in my camera died and this time I made sure they were charged and I said I was going to have back ups just in case? Remember? Well I really should have had back ups BECAUSE the stupid things died again! Right after I took this picture. I didn’t even try to take it in sepia, but I had accidentally moved the setting to sepia.
So here is my little cutie. He had a great day and told me he wants to go back. Cool.

First Day of Nursery School…really

September 25, 2006

At exactly 1150am I drove my toddler and my baby to the nursery school over in the next town. Exactly 5 minutes later we arrived and the 2 year old, (to whom I’ve been repeating over and over again for the last week that Mommy will bring him to school where he will play with J* (my nephew) and the other kids just for a little while, and Mommy will come home, and then go back to pick him up), started to slightly panic and repeat over and over, “Mommy you stay here with me for a little bit.” Of course I said yes!
First I walked him over to show him the playground, and then we went inside where the director (a very sweet grandmotherly type of lady) greeted us and let us play at a Lego table while the previous class ended, since we were early. She asked him what the baby’s name was, and he said he didn’t know. eyeroll. We played Legos and he was telling me that this place is great, and I again reminded him that I would be leaving soon. He seemed OK with it.
Then it was finally time to go to Room 6! He immediately started playing with the toys. The other kids arrived, his teachers oohed and aahed over each child.
My SIL finally arrived with my nephew (late as usual), and the 2 began to yell and play. The director told me this was a good time to leave. I bent down and told him I was leaving and he didn’t look up from his truck. So I said it again, and he said, OK.
THAT WAS IT. No crying, no mommy please stay, or take me home, or any other excuse. He was busy playing trucks with his cousin, and why was I still there? Goodness.
Well, I was excrutiatingly happy cause I had lots to do. I did keep checking my cell phone to make sure that it was on. Just in case.
I have to go pick him up in 15 minutes. I hope he had a great first day! I want to hear all about it. He better not leave anything out.

Love Thursday

September 21, 2006

I am glad there are people like Karen from chookooloonks
to remind me that even when I feel like my children have driven me to somewhere
between Hell and Evil, a day like Love Thursday will remind me that most of the time I’m in Heaven.

There is such a thing as Pre-First Day of School…

September 20, 2006

Yesterday was the very first pre-first day of school ever in this household! It was only for 1 hour, and parents had to stay. It was a day to meet his teachers, and some children in his class.
I was a nervous wreak. My son is only 2 1/2, but he’s now in nursery school every Monday. What an enormous step! I know I sound just like every other mother, but I’ve been nervous about this day. I mean, he’s just a baby. I’ve been anxiously thinking these last few weeks that maybe I made a mistake to enroll him, but then the first day quickly arrived.
Yesterday was a perfect bright, warm, sunny day. He proudly wore his new Curious George knapsack, and his new sneakers, and posed for the traditional first day of school pictures in front of our house. This is exactly when I found out that the batteries to my camera DIED! CRAP! I had to borrow my SIL’s camera (her son is in my son’s class).
When we got to the school he and my nephew immediately threw themselves on the floor to play with all the trucks and cars, while 2 little dainty girls walked over to a table, sat down, and began playing with the play-doh. It was so weird, I thought I was watching an episode of Leave it to Beaver. Anyway, my 2 yr old LOVED the school! He loved the toys and the water table, and the snack the teachers gave him (apple juice and crackers). I’m so relieved.
It was a happy little room and I’m sure he’s going to love it.
When it was time to go he declared, “That was so much fun!” My anxiety melted away.
Let’s see how he does next week, on the real first day of school. I will make sure the batteries are charged and that I have emergency back-ups, you know, just in case.

My obsession with strollers

September 16, 2006

Two days ago my husband went to the local discount store and he told me that they are selling “my” Teutonia stroller again, along with two different models of Chicco strollers. So…. because I’m such a sucker for strollers, I went to check them out after work yesterday. I looked at them longingly, touched them, and tried them out.
The one that I like the best was the Chicco Habitat Magic stroller. It was so pretty and shiny. It was everything that I wanted except for the price. For an older model Chicco I thought the price was a bit steep: $150, no thank you. But, oh, it was so pretty.
Before my son was born I spent weeks researching the perfect stroller that was affordable to us. Weeks! It was an obsession. I finally settled on one that I still occassionally use with the baby. But my love of all things stroller hasn’t quelched one bit. The same amount if intensity went into the double stroller that I purchased earlier this year. I love it, but I still get nauseous when I think of what I paid for it. However, I am glad I didn’t get the one I almost settled for. I saw 2 of them at the zoo last week, and 3 words came to mind : Piece of Junk.
Yesterday I found a GORGEOUS Emmaljunga “Bus” on a stroller group on Yahoo that someone had posted pictures of. LOVED IT. Then when I saw the Chicco Magic, I drooled. Baby strollers are just so pretty. I have evn written to two stroller companies I have strollers from when I had problems with them. Both had great customer service. One sent me a new set of wheels, while the other actually sent me a new stroller! I have since given that stroller away to someone who needed it much more than I did.
I love strollers. I love the fabrics–especially on European models, the different positions of recline, all the accessories, the companies that I bought from, aahhhhhh. Some days I wish I worked for those stroller companies, however, their headquarters and offices are all out of state. Yeah, I checked.
I have had so many strollers that my friends and family call me stroller queen. However, in my defense, I only paid for 3 of them.
My strollers (in order):
1. Evenflo Journey travel system (my sister bought this for me for my baby shower)
2. a cheap umbrella stroller that was free when my SIL bought me a pack and play
*3. Chicco Tuscany (I bought this, but had problems with it)
4. Kidco umbrella stroller (I won this in a contest–hated it–gave it away)
5. Chicco Tuscany #2 (this is the one replaced by the company–I recently gave it away)
*6. Teutonia Toni (I bought this–love it–the baby naps in it every day, so I keep it in the house)
*7. Maclaren Twin Traveller ( I bought this, and currently use it as my main stroller)

Clearly I don’t need any more strollers, but it doesn’t stop me from looking. That Chicco Magic really was pretty.

BIG Milestone

September 12, 2006

2 days before she officially turns 9 months, Little Baby Girl had her ears pierced.
She did great. She only cried for about a minute. I put numbing cream on her ears and gave her infant tylenol before I took her in. She’s a happy little camper. She can go out in “style” now. My great girl.

AAaahhhhhhhhhh Sleep

September 11, 2006

They’re sleeping,
they’re sleeping,
they’re really really sleeping! Yeah!

Those 2 munchkins hardly ever nap at the same time. I’m so lucky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Doing the happy dance, doing the happy dance. Ok, I’ll stop now.

Sept 11th

September 11, 2006

I really don’t like this day. Even though 5 years have passed, it was still too short a time ago. It would be nice to erase Sept 11th off my calendar and start fresh with Sept 12th.
On Sept. 11th 2001 I was married for almost 1 year. I was home that day because my new job wasn’t going to start for a few more days, so I took advantage of the sleeping in (no kids yet to wake me at unholy hours), and drinking piping hot coffee, my favorite beverage.
I had just sat down to watch my fav morning show, the Today Show, and I wasn’t really listening to Katie Curic and Matt Lauer because my coffee hadn’t kicked in yet. But I was brought to attention when Katie said, Oh we interuppt this, blah, blah, blah, special report, and accident at the Twin Towers, blah, blah. They shot over to the towers, and I wasn’t sure what I was looking at (coffee wasn’t working yet). A big, no HUGE, hole in the side of the building. What? What happened? They said a plane went thru it, and I thought for sure the poor pilots died by some gas leak in the plane, and that’s why they crashed. Then they said it may have been intentional, but I wouldn’t believe them.
I called my parents right away because they live nearby. They were watching TV, too, and my mother was telling me that it was terrorists. No, Ma, it wasn’t terrorists, I said. I rolled my eyes. To know my mother is to know that she always jumps to the worst conclusion first. She’s also extraordinarily superstitious, and spiritual, which sounds like an oxymoron. She’s also extremely frightened by the Gypsys who roamed through her town while she was growing up (not in the US).
While I was arguing with her we both saw it at the same time. A second plane. No way was it going to create disaster, I said. It’s going to do the same thing! She said. SHIT! she was right. We watched, completely helpless, as the second plane hit the second tower, and more people perished right before our eyes. In our city. How did this happen? Did we miss something?
The next few hours I remember that I was on the phone trying to get a hold of all my aunts, uncles, and cousins who worked in Manhattan. My cousin Enzo worked in the Financial district that was destroyed. He was lucky though. That very day he was assigned to the Long Island office, and was safe. Everyone in my family was spared. Some of them had to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge on foot inhaling all that smoke and death. What they felt like during those hours I will never know. My parents neighbor wasn’t so lucky. He was my youngest sisters soccer coach for years. He was in the towers and died there. He was a widower who lost his wife just a few years before leaving him a single father to 2 little girls. They went to live with their uncle in the midwest. Orphans. I think of them sometimes and wonder how they are doing.
That night I found it impossible to sleep. I kept seeing the tower collapse into an enormous plume of smoke. Over and over. I kept getting up in the middle of the night to wash my face. I even tried sleeping in the spare bedroom. Nothing worked. I thought of my sister who was going to have a baby soon. What was going through her mind? Was she scared to have a baby in this new world?
The whole day replays in my mind each time Sept. 11th comes. That’s why I don’t like it. I’ll try to keep my mind off it. I’ll keep the TV off, and I’ll take my kids to mall to buy new shoes. I’ll play with them, and make dinner. Tomorrow will be Sept.12th. I can’t wait.