Monthly Archives: May 2011

Nosefrida is Awesome- ENTER TO WIN ONE!

Samara has yet another cold. All I can say is oy gavolt! It’s her third one since birth, and she is only four months old! I was just about at my wits’ end, when I found a really awesome, helpful product that’s helping her and providing both of us (mother and daughter) with relief. It’s called Nosefrida. This is what Nosefrida looks like:

Ari was very interested in Nosefrida the minute I opened the box

Here’s what the box looks like:

Nosefrida comes with disposable filters that are replaced after each use. They look like this:

Here’s how Nosefrida works: place the blue part of the tube against, but not inside, the child’s nose:

Then suck the red part of the tube:
The mucus is suctioned into the blue tube, and absorbed by the filter. That’s it! Here’s a picture of the whole process:

Samara feels much better after a few Nosefrida treatments. In fact, I’m so pleased with Nosefrida, that I want to give you the opportunity to try it. Here’s how you can enter to WIN a Nosefrida of you own:

Each counts as one entry
1. Post a comment saying why you’d like to try Nosefrida

3. Follow Nosefrida on Twitter
4. Follow Old School/New School Mom on Google Friend Connect
5. Follow Old School/New School Mom on Facebook
6. Follow Old School/New School Mom on Twitter
The winner will be selected by a random number generator, and announced on
Wednesday June 1st, 2011. Good luck!

This is What Four Months Looks Like

Samara will be four months old on Saturday, and I’m sitting here asking myself “How the hell did that happen?!” I feel like I was just in the hospital, giving birth. She is laughing, jumping and trying to stand, with some assistance, of course.


This girl is only four months old, and has already exhibited a fierce independent nature. She does not want to lay down, ever. She wants to stand at all times, and appears frustrated when she realizes that older people (than her) have to help to make this happen.

She’s teething already! Just like Ari, who had teeth by four months, she is an early teether. But, unlike Ari, she hates the frozen wash cloth. She does love her amber teething necklace that my friend Amanda gave her.

She’s sleeping in larger blocks at night. She’ll sleep from 8pm to 3am. I’m dreaming of the time that she actually sleeps through the night.

It seems like things are happening so quickly with her. When I had Ari, I was waiting for him to do something; smile, laugh, sit up. I would stare at him for days waiting for him to change. Samara, on the other hand, keeps surprising me by doing something new. The other day, I realized that she could laugh. I thought to myself “Oh, you laugh now? When did that happen? Apparently it happened today!”

Maybe it’s because I’m preoccupied chasing Ari around, making sure he pees in the toilet as opposed to on the floor and stopping him from murdering the cats.

Is this what happens with the second child? Does he/she essentially get ignored until he/she “does something interesting?”

Tell me, did your second kid start doing things “sooner?”

Bacitracin Fights Old Age

Last night I was washing my face, and I noticed a spec of dirt on my cheek. I scrubbed the area, but the dirt didn’t come off. It was then that I realized that it was not dirt, but a giant permanent dark spot.


I gasped, audibly.
“What’s wrong, mommy?” Ari asked.
“There’s a spot on my face!” I exclaimed. My mind was racing. I’ve been neglectful about putting on sunscreen, it’s cancer! I have a cancerous growth! I’m getting old, I’m going to die! Clearly, I’ve gone mad.
“Don’t worry, mommy,” Ari replied softly. “I have a spot too.

“You do?” I asked, thinking he was just humoring me. “Where?”

He pointed to a tiny scratch near his nose.
“Let’s put some Bacitracin on it.” He said. “On your spot, and my spot. It’s gonna feel better okay?”
For those of you that are unfamiliar with Bacitracin, it’s like the Jewish Neosporin. When I was a child, my mom’s tried and true cure for every thing was “put some Bacitracin on it!” Ari is becoming a part of the Bacitracin tradition.
“Ari, I’m not getting old, right?” I asked him.
“No, you put some Bacitracin on it, and it’s gonna feel better okay mommy?”
“Okay,” I said sheepishly.
We went to the bathroom and put bacitracin on both of our “spots.”
After we were done with our “treatments,” he said:
“Don’t worry mommy. It’s gonna feel better. It’s gonna go away. Okay? You not get old.”
“Okay.” I said.
Together, Ari and I are fighting old age, one squirt of Bacitracin at a time.

Michelle Au Interview at Columbia University Bookstore

On 5/11/11, I had the opportunity to interview Michelle Au at Columbia University Bookstore about her book, This Won’t Hurt a Bit (and other white lies). Dr. Au was doing a book signing event up at Columbia, where she would be speaking to an audience about her book.

My friend Leigh, who introduced me to Michelle’s blog, came with me to the event. First we went out for Middle-Eastern food at Cafe Nana. Then we set out for the event, books in hand.
We got to the bookstore, and saw the large crowd of young doctors-in-training sitting in the audience, in awe of Dr. Au. Then we spotted Michelle at the front of the crowd.
After Michelle spoke, and the 9000 “Au groupies” got their books signed, Leigh and I got the chance to meet Michelle in person. She was so down to earth and awesome.
Even her mom seemed cool.
It was almost time for the interview, but first we took some pictures.
After her close-ups, we found a quiet spot in the bookstore for the interview. Here’s what Michelle had to say about her book, being nine months pregnant while she was an anesthesiology resident, diagnosing her own kids, and pumping breast milk in the bathroom, among other things.
Stay tuned for my official review of This Won’t Hurt a Bit (and other white lies) where you’ll have a chance to WIN a copy of Michelle’s book!

Tell Me a Story…On The Toilet

As I mentioned before, Ari is no longer asking for rewards after using the potty. However, that means that he is less interested in stopping his busy life to use the potty. So I came up with another form of bribery: storytelling.

“Ari, if you go to the potty, I’ll tell you a story.” I offered, as he was busy lining up his cars, taxis and buses.
“Okay!” He exclaimed. He dropped everything and ran to the bathroom. I made up a story about a little boy who was desperately searching for a toilet on the playground. I think our toilet liked the story as much as Ari did.

Low and behold, during my story, Ari pooped! It was a shining moment for me.

I wonder if the Native Americans told their children stories while they were relieving themselves in the woods.

Tell me, what are your tricks for getting your kid to use the toilet?

Potty-Training War Stories

I don’t want to jinx myself, but I believe that Ari is potty-trained! I would like to take a moment to give an extra special shout-0ut to my amazing friend Amanda. She talked me down from a ledge during the first day of hardcore potty-training. I decided to do the three day method. I stuck Ari in underwear and tried hard to stay strong and consistent.

It took every ounce of strength I had in me to stick with the plan. There were times that I’d look at the pee on the kitchen floor, or the poop-soiled Toy Story underwear, and the size 5 Target diapers were calling my name. It was during those times that I called or text Amanda and she fortified me with the strength to make it through.

But now, I believe we’ve made it to the other side. He doesn’t ask for rewards after using the potty anymore! He did pee on the floor this morning, but he woke up in a dry bed.

Potty training is intense. I’m constantly looking for signs that he has to go. I try to take him often, and every time I take him, he at least pees.

The funny thing is, now whenever I use the toilet, I feel a strange sense of accomplishment. I see what my parents must have gone through to get me to be friends with the toilet.


Now it’s your turn. Tell me your potty-training war stories. I want to know what it took to get your kid to poop in the bowl. If you are not at this point with your offspring, what are your thoughts on potty-training?

The Year You Were Born: In Honor of Mother’s Day

In honor of Mother’s Day, I wanted to review something that celebrates the women who bore us. My dear friend Barbara designed a beautiful card called The Year You Were Born Card.

The Year You Were Born Card is a keepsake, which allows the recipient to fill in relevant information about what was happening the year their baby came into this world. Here is the New York City version of The Year You Were Born Card:

On the New York City Card, you can fill out information such as “A ride on the subway costs___” or “The cost of a slice of pizza ____”

The Year You Were Born Card also comes in cities (besides NYC) such as London, Chicago, Los Angeles, Portland, San Francisco.

Barbara was born in Santiago, Chile to a Chilean mother and a Dutch Father. She traveled throughout her childhood, and collected passport stamps from all over the world. From an extremely young age, she loved writing and collecting letters. Her love affair with stationery had begun.

In 2009, after working in the New York Art World for many years for companies such as HBO and Giorgio Armani, Barbara had an epiphany; it was time to start her own company. That’s what led to the birth of Double Bravo Designs.

I asked Barbara about the inspiration behind The Year You Were Born Card. Here’s what she had to say:

My inspiration was the birth of my two children, ages six and three. Like capturing lightning bugs in a glass jar (or rather raw lightning bolts!) I felt a great urge to capture the life-changing swell of joy that came with the momentous occasion of a child’s birth. I feel that having captured the details of the city at that time and revisiting the card in the future will rekindle the joy of the occasion. I intend for these cards to be a family heirloom enjoyed by future generations.

Barbara With Her Son

For more information on The Year You Were Born Card click here.

Mother’s Day Collage and Some Samara/Daddy Pictures

Wil made this awesome collage for me for Mother’s Day:


Here are a couple of pictures of the artist and his daughter:


Hello City Hall

This morning, while the kids were asleep, Wil and I set out to City Hall to get our marriage license. When the children woke up, they were greeted by Grandpa and Grandma, who were watching them.

I can tell you a few things I noticed while in line at City Hall:
1. The chairs in the marriage license room smile.
2. Waiting in line is boring. But I entertained myself by taking 9 million pictures of ourselves. Here is the best one below. I deleted the rest of the 8,999,999 of them.
3. Wil thinks he is a bad ass, all the time.
4. We had no idea what the marriage license clerk said to us. We left the office with an undecipherable form. However, I do know this: we are one step closer to being Fader-Van Luyns!
We are now off to celebrate Ari’s 3rd birthday! Stay tuned for a birthday post!

Happy Birthday Ari and Max & Ruby Live!

It’s Ari’s birthday today! The little man is three-years-old, or as he likes to say, he is “three months old.” When he says that he’s three months old, I tell him: “Samara is three months old, you’re three years old.” He then insists that Samara is three-years-old and he is three months old, and I feel like I’m playing a giant game of “who’s on first.”

The first thing we did was to go out for brunch with grandma and grandpa. To get to the brunch spot we took the train, which Ari loved.




We got to Dizzy’s, the coolest brunch spot in Park Slope.

Please excuse the giant light emanating from Samara’s head. She can’t help it if she glows.



Faces of the other restaurant diners have been disguised to protect anonymity.

After brunch, everyone took a nap, except for me because I had some freelance writing work to do, and then we set off to Staten Island to see…Max & Ruby Live! Aunt Jackie got our whole family tickets to see the show as a birthday present for Ari, or as she calls in in tagalog- Ari-Ko.


I must add that Ari’s birthday was spent diaper-free! That’s right folks, he was in Toy Story underwear the whole day. There was one pee accident though. :/. It’s okay, it’s only his third day in underwear.

We got to the theater and Ari found some familiar friends:

He also got this nifty contraption, which we all enjoyed:



Then it was time for the show!




Ari was entranced by Max & Ruby Live. He kept his eyes glued to the stage. When it was intermission, he said “one more episode?” Wil and I assured him that there would be more Max & Ruby coming up, in 15 minutes. Samara liked it too. But toward the middle of the show, she got sleepy.

After the show was over, Ari was so hyped up the concessions stand snacks, i.e. cookies and chips, (and he hadn’t had dinner) that he went a little bananas and tried to run down the theater stairs without me. I was terrified because we were in an enormous crowd. Thankfully, I caught him by the back of the shirt before he ran off, but that was pretty scary.

The show was awesome! We all had a great time. The show even addressed where Max & Ruby’s parents are! Apparently, they are “organizing things in their attic,” or “on the phone.” They listed a slew of other reasons the parents are “not around” in the form of a song.
Happy Birthday Ari Bear! I cannot believe you’re 3-years-old. I love you so much! I’m kvelling!