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"So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999..."

Ah, New Years Eve! One of the biggest party nights of the year, not to mention the first and last! It was my favorite, up there with the Fourth of July for being fun, late-night, and loud!. Except for one unfortunate year (Hello, NYE 1999. It ended with a friends fiance being peed on. Not kidding.) I lived for New Years! It didn't have to be fancy or wild, but I needed to be up at midnight, watching the ball drop, and be someplace I could ring it all in with a "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Then we became parents, and I have been in by 8:45pm ever since. We were invited to Pete's brother and sister-in-laws tonight for some festivities, and Pete and I agreed that we'd stay as long as PJ could handle it. Turns out, the magic number was a few minutes to 8. Party. Fail. When PJ is older, I'm sure I'll get some of my New Years Eve groove back, but for now, I'm content to be inside, blogging and trying out coffees in my new Keurig while Pete chats with his best fri…

"On and on, the story of our lives goes on and on..."

After yesterday's post,
Voicing all of that frustration,
I did the only thing a girl can do-
Indulge in retail therapy.
I loaded my best Boy and my best Sister
Into the car and drove to Delaware
(What? Tax-free shopping???).
Our first stop?
We purchased the iPad that was so amazingly, generously
Funded for PJ's birthday by so many of his loved ones!
I have already loaded on some of his favorite apps from therapy
And can't wait to give it to him tomorrow!
I also got bras
Because I needed them.
My last bra was laid to rest on Christmas day,
The right underwire being entombed in my in-laws trash can
Because it very nearly gave me an impromptu heart surgery.
And Marla exchanged a bag.
It was a successful shopping trip
Punctuated by a delicious lunch
And it was good for my soul.
Thankfully, there's just New Year's and after that
Life will begin anew and hopefully return to normal.
Or whatever passes as "normal" around here.
The frustration still is in …

"Well I try, and I try, and I try, and I try..."

*yawn* I am so, so tired.

Not to sound like a Grinch, but I am so ready for the holiday season to be over and for things to get back to normal. It can be a lot of chaos that leaves me so, so tired. I know. I sound like a cranky old bee-otch.

Not that the season has been bad. On the contrary, it's been an amazing holiday for us! Tonight, we were hosted by the sister and husband of our sister-in-law (it sounds more confusing than it is!). For the past few years they have hosted a "Night Between Christmas and New Years" fete. Christine and Rich are amazing hosts, and the food is always delicious and plentiful. They were especially patient with PJ, who insisted on derailing one of Rich's beloved Lionel trains so he could play with it, and somehow convinced them to unlock the lid on a very large organ so PJ could gleefully press buttons and flip switches. It was a great night filled with family, fun, and those Christmas cracker things that pop open and have toys inside!…

"Simply having a wonderful Christmas time..."

Things on Thursday

I am hoping that everyone that I know and love (and those that stop by in secret!) had a wonderful holiday! It all went by in a blur for me, which is part of the reason I haven't sat down to write in a week! Pete and I were very last-minute this year {shame}, so there was a frenzy of gift getting, present wrapping, and decision making for us in the two or three days coming up to Christmas! I made my usual grumbles about how I am totally marrying a Jew the next time I get married, but to be honest, I lovelovelove giving presents! It's the chaos that drives me insane! Chaos aside, we got it done, and even though we scaled back a bit, it made us feel so good to give to the people we love and who love us back!

PJ, of course, was spoiled rotten! He is still awash in the afterglow of his birthday gifts when Christmas rolls around (winter baby!) and envelops him in a new wave of generosity and love! His father and I
Santa gifted him with a train table that has bee…

"I'd be merry but I'm Hebrew..."

(Just kidding, y'all! I'm merry and Hebrew! Anyway...)

Things(that were supposed to be read) On Thursday(but I went to bed instead, so I am finishing this blog post tonight, Saturday. Eh. It happens.)

...It's true. I am a Jew who married a Catholic and for the past 10+ years, I have been part of the madness known as Christmas! My years of being able to relax once Hanukkah is over are long gone. As our family continues to expand, the crazier it gets! This year, the tasks have been pared back a bit. The cousins are doing a group outing instead of exchanging gifts, so that's a large number of present-picking off of our plates! But this year, we're adding in classroom parties and teachers/aides/bus driver gifts, and as a first-time school mama, it's a little overwhelming! I want to give thoughtful gifts that everyone will enjoy but won't break the bank! I am trying something on the creative side this year (and by creative, I mean I stole it off of Pinterest!) an…

"Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down..."

I think that, for people who write, there will be so many attempts to sit down at computers, put pens to journals, and try to make some sense of what has happened. People will try, but I expect that there will be many unconnected thoughts, many words with jagged edges that don't fit together.

The horrible happenings of the past few days are much like that. Even in a world that can be filled with danger and temptation and terror and fear, what happened in Connecticut doesn't fit into the puzzle that makes up what most of us know. Something that huge is a piece that we can't even fathom.

Today is Monday, and like so many millions of mamas, for the first time since Friday, I kissed PJ goodbye and watched as he hopped on his little bus. PJ, of course, has absolutely no clue of the madness that has gripped our nation the past few days. He greeted his bus driver and scooted into his little seat. The world can be full of madness, but I want PJ to...not even be brave, but to sim…

"My body's at home, but my heart's in the wind..."

It Happened Here, Too

I am ashamed to admit it,
That my view has come to this.
I saw a blurb on the news about a shooting
But moved on with my morning.
Shootings have become so common place that
They leave a quick ding on my heart
But we go on.
I kiss my baby
And put him on the bus and
Wait patiently for him to come home.
I miss him.
I know he will come home.
My mind reaches worst-case scenarios so often
But in my heart, I tell myself
"That won't happen here".
Millions of parents do the same thing.
Every.
Single.
Day.
Later on, a text from my mom told me;
It happened to someone today.
To so many someones that there's not an official "count" yet.
And yes, today, the count is of young children
Who went into their classrooms full of life
And promise
And future
And that's where their promise and future has been left.
It's unthinkable
And it happened.
My first reaction is to hold my baby
To make half-joking, half-achingly serious remarks
About …

"...and dream how wonderful your life may be."

I was folding laundry today,
Separating all of our clothes into little piles.
A pile for Pete that's a mix of scrubs, jeans, and tee shirts.
A pile for me of mostly boring clothes-
Old Navy tee shirts, jeans, and a pair of maternity yoga pants that are
Just. So. Damn. Comfortable
That I can't give them up.
Don't judge.
Some of us aren't as skinny as we were in high school.
Ahem.
Anyway, I was folding PJ's clothes and,
as usual,
Dying over the cuteness of it all.
I may dress like a very neat, orderly bag lady
But PJ has more clothes then Oprah.
I found a random white tee that is much too tiny for PJ.
I folded it and set it aside.
Then I returned to the business at hand,
Sorting, folding, and stacking school clothes
And it hit me.
Among the long-sleeve monster tees, Union Jack sweaters,
Quicksilver jeans (thanks, Jen!), skull hoodies and
Most notably
The pile of underpants expressly made for very tiny butts,
There was not a shred of baby clothing left.
The …

"Welcome to the new wild west..."

Things on Thursday....

...Our second week of school is almost over, and except for a pee-pee accident, it's been uneventful. It's still hard for me to put him on this bus and say goodbye, but he hops on with a cheerful "Bye bye, Mommy!" and, thus far, has moved into this new phase with relative seamless-ness (Is that a word?). My big dude! His mama, on the other hand, is still having trouble adjusting to this new phase of our lives- I miss PJ so much when he's gone. But I have amazing friends to take me to coffee or breakfast (thanks, Michelle, Marla, Carmen and Ann!), and help hold my hand- or at least fill it with coffee and pancakes- when I am weepy.

...The week started off with amazing, nearly spring-like weather, and we soaked up every possible second! We enjoyed a jacket-free, sun-shiny, beautiful afternoon picnic with some dear friends. The kids munched french fries in the sun and played on the playground with the carefree abandon that only a warm day can…

"Five hundred, twenty-five thousand six-hundred minutes, how do you measure a year?"

It's December. I don't know how that happened. It seems like it was a month ago that we gathered at my sister's house for PJ's second birthday. But, it must have been a year ago because yesterday, we gathered in that same spot to celebrate his 3rd birthday! How. Did. That. Happen?
The party had a Thomas the Train theme. Of course. My sweet Boy loves his Thomas! My sister, her husband and I decked out the house in all things train and when we walked in with PJ he smiled his sweet smile and said "Ohhhh...it's Thomas!" It sure is, baby Boy! We laid out all the food and soon, the house was full of family and friends and CHILDREN! So. Many. Children.
It was awesome!
I felt myself getting so emotional at times. Watching the kids have so much fun, the adults noshing and chatting, all there to fete my Best Dude. (In fact, I spent so much time watching I forgot to take any pictures. Fail. Fail. Fail.) Eventually, it was time, and I brought out the very l…