Thursday, June 2, 2011

A sort of vacation and not being tickled... 
Does this picture give you the hee bee jeebies?  Imagine this, a delightful view to Menemsha pond in a beautiful house.  The long grass swaying in the breeze...infested with ticks!!  I walked through said grass and collected 2 in my shoe.  Ken had 2 attached to him and we brought 3 home in the car!  Can you say YUCK and not only yuck but the diseases they carry are no joke.  Here is a list...Lyme disease, human granulocytic and monocytic ehrlichiosis, babesiosis, relapsing fever, Rocky Mountain spotted fever, Colorado tick fever, tularemia, Q fever.  

So, enough for the heebee's...I have to say that I should have modified my attitude about going on "vacation" for 3 days.  It took 1 full day to pack.  Once we got there, we had our rigid 2 nap schedule to adhere to and one very bouncy almost 4 year old (who became even more bouncy with each ice cream cone).  It was a task in coordination of nap times and organizing stuff.  To add to it the house we stayed in was generously loaned to us but had a problem with the hot water heater.  This is not a big deal but we kept leaving stuff at the other house which was a logistical nightmare.  I'm remembering the days of lounging on the deck, having a leisurely walk on the beach (insert screeching noise here).  Instead I was playing family with my big girl.  Her version of family is to order you around and she is always in charge.  Our walk on the beach was running to and fro to the ocean to collect water for her sand castle.  There was a large group of great people to socialize with over dinner but instead we were putting our littlest to bed and racing back and forth between houses to join in the festivities and collecting ticks in our shoes.  When I asked Ken if he was having a good time, there was a long pause and then a "sort of".And now, I'm still doing the laundry and we're leaving for VT tomorrow.  I don't want to go!  It is enough of a logistical dilemma to stay at home........

Tuesday, May 24, 2011


So, this week I'm going to write about poop.  We thought J was trained but she has some curious toiletry habits.  Our dear girl waits too long to poo, does a "little nugget" in her pants and keeps on going.  Sometimes she tells us, sometimes she doesn't.  Usually, when she does tell us she screams out loudly "Mommy, I pooped in my pants."  Imagine the response of the staff in a restaurant or the playground.  I thereupon need to take her to the side, go on a fishing expedition for the "nugget" and then put her on the potty where she completes the job.  Then she says, "Mommy, you need to wipe my butt, butt butt!"  She loves to say the word butt or buchee (translation butt cheek) also in a loud voice.  So, this house in inundated with poo in the pants and rear end terminology.  Try this at home, yell "poop" very loudly.  Do you notice how the sound carries?

J has now developed a poop complex.  We were so used to poop success that both K and I are getting frustrated.  So, when J has a successful poop she says "Mommy, are you happy."  So now, she is pooping in the toilet and looking to please us rather than do it because it is unpleasant to have a nugget stuck in her pants.  It is so hard to explain to a almost 4 year old about poop and how it can make you sick.  So, I explained the mechanics of pooping using a tube of toothpaste.  Imagine me, sitting in the bathroom and explaining how poop is stored in a sack in your body and holding Dora the explorer toothpaste, squeezing out the paste to simulate poo.  Yes, lovely!  So, there it is, the science of poopology!

Pictures of the week
 Whole Paycheck!

Mommy, am I bigger than the cat?

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Did I poison her?

It all started when we realized that the millet tasted weird...I mean really weird.  The kind of weird that leaves that back of your throat dry and your nose wrinkling up to your eyeballs.  The thing is, she ate it..the baby that is!  We had mixed the millet with something else and I had (like a good Mommy) tasted it before giving it to her and yes, it tasted a bit odd.  BUT, I was distracted because I was thinking about the phone call from my Mom, who was crying.  There I was in the midst of the kitchen, baby food slung all over baby's face and clothes thinking about my poor Mom.  Julia was making her usual curious demands (I want it cut in triangles, I want to sit next to you Mommy,  I want to do my puzzle) and Ken was talking about a potential renter for our second home.  And baby H, was just opening her mouth as I spooned the horrible mixture and opening again and again.....

So, in short we didn't poison her.  The grinder we used for the millet had wet mold in it that got thoroughly cooked, killing all the potentially harmful organisms within.  I called the doctor twice who kept assuring me that she would throw up within the next 12 hours if it was indeed "bad".  In the meantime, I recreated the cooking of the millet and figured out where we went wrong and even ate some of the millet myself to see if I would throw up too!  (the doctor thought this was crazy thinking!)

All of this brought home to me the HUGE responsibility one has of being a parent.  Do you notice how we just live our lives not thinking of these things and then something like this happens and then WHAMO.  This innocent baby doesn't know any better.  She will indeed eat what I give her.  It could be arsenic or something.

Have you ever fed your baby something bad, accidentally hit their head on the open trunk, spilled  hot liquid on them or anything like this before?  If so, please share your story.

Picture of the week is below.  I hope my daughter doesn't always have to wear a helmet when doing a doodle.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


A lot of STUFF is going on in my head right now and I'm not ready to share it on this blog YET.  Let's say that I'm percolating like some good coffee.  I'm trying to figure out my career and I must say that everything is so complicated when you have children and having 2 is 2x as complex.  I wish that the complexity was more exciting but it really is a matter of..have we paid that bill, what's for dinner and holy cr%$p you went to Whole Foods and bought THAT!  I think there is a movie called "it's complicated" which was a pretty sexy movie.  My version of complex is not version hasn't even taken a shower yet.

Okay, so back to career.  I think that life really changes when you have kids.  I find myself thinking that if I need to be away from better pay well and it better be meaningful.  And, yup here it comes my death 40, I'm thinking about the end.  What will I be saying to myself about my life right now at the age of 80.  It feels like a great time to make a career change but at the same time a complicated time and then again I think I'm too old to do it.  Then I realize that I get to make the rules here...who said it was too late to do anything?  So, blogites, I'll let you know what happens on this career thing...I'll know in a few months.

In the meantime I'm a walking sleep drunk.  They say that when you haven't's like being inebriated...this is on the topic of driving.  Well, Ms. Haley has not really turned into the sleeper I had hoped.  I average 6 hours of sleep a night and never do I get more than 6.  The little "bumble bee" knows when I get to bed early and wakes up for an hour in the middle of the night and then gets up at 5am with the birdies.  For a while there,  I forgot how to sleep but I'm back on track now.  I can barely get out of bed in the middle of the night to feed the munchkin.  Haley, when you read this...remember how devoted I was to you!

Here are some pictures of the one man of the house, bathing the girls.  It is the cutest thing ever.  And thus, it is all worth it!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Catastrophe Mind!

There I am pushing the stroller across the street and I can vividly imagine the car hitting the stroller and carrying my infant daughter off to her death.  I see people falling off ladders and smashing into us, hot liquid being spilled, small objects being caught in little throats, strings strangling.  All around me are hazards that might hurt my little girls.  I have imagined catasrophes before they have even happened.  I was told that this is normal brain weirdness for mom's...a mechanism to protect one's children.  But...I'll tell you it is a slice of hell as I wince just imagining how incredibly horrible it would be if anything happened to my precious children.

Every morning I marvel as I look at my 2 children at how lucky I am to have them in my life.  From the delighted worble when my 8 month old sees me in the morning to the ritualistic handing out of bears to K and myself in the morning from our 3.5 years old.  The love I feel for these girls fills my heart to overflowings of wonder, joy, amazement and love.

When I hear about the losses of our Japanese friends...I cannot imagine how I might feel if I lost any member of my family.  I cannot begin the comprehend the horror of seeing one's child swept away by water...the last contact being the clasp of hands and the hope of survival.  Life as we know it could change in one instant yet we live as if this isn't so.  

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Whining = WINE!


Is she sick?  Are my husband and I creating some kind of tension to warrant all this noise?  I think I've placed my hand on her head 5 times a day to check for a fever.  But no, she is 3 1/2!!!  According to her teachers, this type of behavior is age appropriate.  J is in between being a baby and being self-reliant.  I guess it doesn't help to have a baby in the house.  From morning 'til night for the last 3 days, we've had whining most days and a number of full blown tantrums.  This morning she lay on the floor and screamed because she couldn't put her "magna tiles" in the middle of the kitchen table during breakfast.  Last night, it was because she wanted to sit next to Mommy.  There's no in between.  It is situation = screaming/whining with no intermediate stage.  What happened to my cooperative girl?

I think I'm going to buy some circus music for the morning routine.  It consists of me chasing her around with various articles of clothing and she deciding she doesn't like my clothing choices.  All accompanied by the horrible sounds from the video above.  Then when we're all ready to go she announces that she doesn't want to go to preschool..she doesn't LIKE it...she DOESN'T WANT to go.  Once we get there however, she barely pays attention to me as she skips off to be with her friends.  Maybe I should just wear headphones with the circus music for the whole morning.  I have a very good sense of humor and I often catch her eye during the middle of all this shenanigans and make a joke and we laugh together.  It's all a farce of course.  She knows it and so do I.  In that moment of the joke, I see my girl again who I'm very bonded with.  As you can see, the video above is kind of a joke too.  I had her watch it and she laughed at her own whining.  But when I've had 5 hours of sleep a night for the last 3 nights (thanks to baby), it's hard to find the humor!

Yes, I need a glass of wine and some more sleep.  And YES, I love being her Mom.  I can see the girl beneath the "whine facade".

(For all you Moms out there reading this, how do you manage the whining?)

Sunday, February 13, 2011

How an 80's Mom amuses herself!


Michael Jackson has extended his reach to children who will never know him.  Everytime I watch this video I giggle as Haley is just keeping the beat.  Next we'll try moonwalking!