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Damn I’m Old!

I was washing dishes this morning, and the only way I can seem to do household chores is if I'm blasting music at an unreasonably high decibel level. So there I was, deafening my entire family and the neighbors while cleaning the kitchen, when it occurred to me that I'm old.I haven't been to a show/concert in forever. Also, the kind of music I really like is pop punk which, if I even could make it out of the house and to a show, is a favorite of people ten or more years younger than me. It would be kind of awkward to be rocking out with kids that I could have potentially substitute taught.How did I get so old? I mean, I'm not that old, I'm only 31, but I find myself using expressions like:"I'm really disappointed in you.""Don't talk with your mouth full!" and"For crying out loud."I've also developed the inability to operate cutting edge electronic equipment such as the Xbox, Play Station 3, and Blu-ray. Every time Wil plays a movie for Ari on these systems, I have to ask him to turn it on and off because I can't figure out how to do it myself. [...]

By |February 27th, 2011|Categories: Uncategorized|Comments Off on Damn I’m Old!

It’s All Me

I've been spoiled this past five weeks. Wil has been on paternity leave and I've had a lot of help with Samara. During this time, he's made it possible for me to have time alone with Ari and allowed me to have a full night's sleep while he stayed up with the baby. In case you're wondering, I had to pump milk each time in order for these events to be at all possible. Yay nursing! He's scheduled to go back to work on Wednesday evening. As I've mentioned before, he works the overnight shift. Once he goes back, I'll be alone with the two kids pretty much all the time. When he's home during the day, he'll be sleeping, and at night, he'll be at work. Needless to say I am terrified. I have no idea how I'll manage having an infant and a 2 and 3/4 year-old by myself. To be fair, I'm not entirely alone. I have my parents right downstairs, but the primary responsibility of caring for these kids is on me. My friend Cordy (mother of two girls, two and three years old respectively) told me when you have two kids, you're always inevitably neglecting [...]

By |February 26th, 2011|Categories: Uncategorized|Comments Off on It’s All Me

A Critique of “Battle Hymn of The Tiger Mother”

When my friend Katie Grinch came over to meet Samara, she brought us some presents of the literary variety. Ms. Grinch works in publishing, so she has access to some of the newest groundbreaking material. She gave me this:"Have you heard of it?" She asked eye widened."No." I replied, already intrigued. She went on to say that the book was controversial, because Amy Chua, the author, has some questionable parenting techniques.Chua has two daughters, Sophia, the eldest and Lulu (Louisa) the youngest. "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother" is a memoir about raising her girls "The Chinese way." Chua is the daughter of two Chinese immigrants and was raised in an extremely strict household. She wanted to raise her girls "the Chinese way" with the same values that she grew up with.The reason that the book is provocative, is that her parenting, in the eyes of Western society, can be viewed as extreme and borderline verbally abusive.For example, many times in the book, she uses scare tactics to get her daughters to obey her. Some of these include: Threatening not to give her daughter dinnerThreatening to burn her child's stuffed animals There are multiple instances where she insults her daughters [...]

By |February 22nd, 2011|Categories: Uncategorized|Comments Off on A Critique of “Battle Hymn of The Tiger Mother”

Zucchini Lentil Soup

I'm a really boring cook. I tend to make the same things over and over again. When I was about to have Samara, I begged my friend Cordula (Cordy) to make me some interesting food and freeze it so that when the baby was born, I could have a break from cooking. I read this was a good thing to do, before I had Ari, but I never ended up doing it. Cordy is an amazing cook, and a vegetarian, so I knew she'd come up with some yummy inventive dishes for us to try.One of the meals she made was zucchini lentil soup. I quickly became obsessed with it and begged her for the recipe. She kindly handed it over. The recipe originated from a woman named Rivkah Tuttle, a friend of Cordy's whom I've never met, for the record. Ms. Tuttle, though we've never met, I adore your soup!Addendum: Ms. Tuttle's sister, Elisheva, informed me that this recipe is from Susie Fishbein's "Kosher By Design Lightens Up."Without further ado, here is the recipe for zucchini lentil soup, with pictures:Zucchini Lentil SoupMakes 6 servingsDon’t overcook or the lentils will start come apart.Ingredients1 tablespoon olive oil1 large sweet onion, such [...]

By |February 20th, 2011|Categories: Uncategorized|Comments Off on Zucchini Lentil Soup

Busted Nursing At The Grocery Store

I was on my way home from the playground with the two kids today, and stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few things. The minute I entered the store, Samara started crying and I knew she wanted to nurse.A cashier kindly helped me push the stroller (where Ari was happily sitting) over to a bench where she said I could feed my baby. I took Samara out of the Moby Wrap she was in and plopped her on my left boob, her favorite of the pair. I didn't bother to cover myself, because Samara was blocking the majority of my boob with her head.The cashier took the Moby Wrap, placed it over my boob and Samara's head. Then she said"People really don't want to see that. It's better this way."I looked at her for a split second and said:"Oh, I really don't care." I meant I didn't care about part of my breast being exposed while nursing. It's highly likely that I'll never see these people in the grocery store again, and I really don't care what they think about me.But she was insistent that I cover myself up. Personally, I find being covered up while nursing [...]

By |February 18th, 2011|Categories: Uncategorized|Comments Off on Busted Nursing At The Grocery Store

Quiet Time Rocks My World

I am happy to report that both kids are asleep at this very moment.It is most miraculous that Ari ended up in the above state. I tried something new today. My best friend Mint (an early childhood educator) suggested I implement a "Quiet Time." They do this in pre-schools and kindergarten. You tell the kids that they don't have to sleep but they do have to relax for a period of time on a mat.After lunch, I told Ari that we were going to try something new today. He was going to have "Quiet Time.""Quiet time?" He asked eyebrows raised."You're going to lay in your bed, and look at your books. You don't have to sleep, but you have to stay in your room with the lights out. Okay?""Okay." He said with a sigh.We got to his room. I handed him his books."You gotta sleep with me." He said with a little pout on his face.I could hear Samara crying in the other room with Wil. I knew she was hungry and I couldn't stay long."I have to feed Samara soon." I told him."You gotta read these books." He said."Okay," I said. "I'll read these books. But after I'm done [...]

By |February 17th, 2011|Categories: Sleep|Comments Off on Quiet Time Rocks My World

Maniac

I bought these baby legs for Samara, and it inspired Wil to sing the song from Flash Dance...

By |February 16th, 2011|Categories: Uncategorized|Comments Off on Maniac

Boob Preference

I love nursing, in fact, I'm nursing as I write this, but one thing that frustrates me is my daughter's total disregard for my right boob. She has made it known that this is her least favorite of the pair, and she gives me hell when I'm trying to get her to latch on to it.She loves the left boob. The minute she comes out it's as if she's saying:"Hello old friend and source of food!"The right boob is like an albatross. It comes out and she shuns it. I don't know what it ever did to her, but she hates it.I don't understand it, it offers the same thing on tap, it's never done anything malicious to her, in fact it's only been there to help, but she might as well put a dunce cap on it and laugh at it.I feel badly for my right boob, I really do. Maybe it's misshapen in some unpleasant way and that's why she ignores it. I may have to schedule a mediation session between baby and right boob. This can't go on any longer.Hey nursing moms out there! Did/Does your child have a boob preference?

By |February 12th, 2011|Categories: Uncategorized|Comments Off on Boob Preference

A Lesson On Fear From Samara

My feelings about labor during my second pregnancy were vastly different from the way I felt about it during my first pregnancy. When I was pregnant the first time around, with Ari, labor was an abstract concept. I knew it would be painful, but I hadn't experienced what that truly meant.I was scared of labor this time around, with Samara, because I knew how painful labor could be and I was planning on a home birth. I wanted the home birth badly, but I was also petrified of natural childbirth; how much it would hurt and the possibility that I would feel out of control.When I made the decision to transfer back to my old OB and have my labor induced in the hospital, after being in early labor for a week, I allowed my mind and my body to relax. Once I made up my mind about the induction, my body took over and I went into labor on my own. I didn't need to be induced!After my water broke, I had absolutely no control over what was happening to my body and I was scared out of my mind.My acupuncturist told me that when he saw his wife [...]

By |February 11th, 2011|Categories: Deep Thoughts, Labor|Comments Off on A Lesson On Fear From Samara
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