.jpg)
i'll only say it once..dear blog, it's been too long. so a quick catch up in rapid fire sequence, and we'll forgive and forget... don't make me beg forgiveness. let's move on from this dormant time and be fruitful again!!
- the girls are excellent tricycle riders. the strangest part is pearl has a barbie bike. on the right side handle bar of said bike is attached a miniature bike. i always wondered why. pearl, in her infinite wisdom, showed me. it's a bike for a barbie, an actual barbie doll. so perched on her handle bar is a slutty, disheveled barbie with a half off tube top. so disturbingly inappropriate.
-we have been addicted all season to glee. i have, in my nerdy way, downloaded all the music from each episode. the girls can sing at request most of the journey numbers- don't stop believing, any way you want it, and faithfully. i have also been really digging "the bird and the bee" remake of hall and oates- i can't go for that. pearl, i have discovered is a pretty good singer for 3 1/2 years old. she has a pretty good ear, good tone, hits most notes! lily has one tone deaf noise she uses for all songs. she'll be good at gymnastics, i'm hoping!
-both girls can write their names. pearl can write half the alphabet and it is happy to do so on request. no one has told them that writing is already obsolete. i'll immediately expose them to a cell phone for texting and a laptop for emailing.
-HOLY SHIT!! literally! how could i forget to mention this. 4th item in at that! we are fully and completely potty trained. the teachers at school, one day, said, "PEARL IS READY!" which to me had the weight and equivelence of the clouds parting and GOD on high bellowing down, "I GIVETH THEE $1000 EXTRA PER ANNUM TO DO WHAT THOU WISHEST WITH. DECIDETH THEE WISELY WHAT THOU SHALL DO WITH THESE MONEYS!!" one week later, lily decided she was done with pull ups too. needless to say, we blew 3 years worth of diaper money on a trip to jamaica baby!! and we didn't have to pack an extra suitcase of diapers!
-little pearl decided this weekend that she should have her ears pierced. that story alone is worthy of it's own blog post.. another time. i need a bit to get over the anger, shock, resentment and finally relief. a whole host of emotions for 2 little flower earrings. lily is left unpunctured.
i'm right now watching for the millionth time, Pride and Prejudice... the colin firth, bbc version. no insipid kiera knightly for this household!
the perfect line to sum up the girls at this age....
"they have arms and legs enough between them and are 2 of the silliest girls in england."
yes, i know we're not in england.. but you get my point!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
GUARD RAILS
i've been neglectful. i haven't written. this blog is like a long lost pen pal. sorry blog, i'll be better in 2010! (#1 resolution!) does anyone still read this?? give a shout out if you do!
2009 has been a stagnant year for me. nothing to write in the history of years. 2009 was fine.. just fine. no better, no worse.
not like 2006- the year that change my life, my pregnancy, the girls born. 2001- when bc3 and i were engaged and married, and when 9/11 happened. 2002- when i saw the ruins of greece and the cathedrals of rome. not like 2008 when i decided to "quit" my job, move to wisconsin, and then at the last minute change my mind to stay, and travelled france for 2 weeks, living without a care. nope... 2009 was a snoozer. with the exception of the girls, my fabulous, precocious, amazing girls, my lovely, devoted husband, i'd have to say 2009 was a wash.
we survived this year. that's basically what we did. we made it through to the end.
but i'll tell you what i've discovered this year though... something worth writing about.
i can't sit around waiting for something to happen for me. 2009 had to happen for me to realize that. this year i'm going to get things out of my system... stop talking, and start walking. explore all possibilities. i'll get to my goal weight (i've already lost 20 lbs.) i'm going to figure out what i want to be when i grow up ( no small task.) it might happen so quickly, but i will lay the foundations. i will seperate the wheat from the chaff. make things happen, the right things, not just for my family but for me.
i can no longer live vicariously through my children, their achievements, their bright futures. they are my pride and joy, and becoming their mother satisfies the most basic desire i ever had. but it's not enough just to be their mom. they will appreciate that i've made myself satisfied apart from them.
i don't want a multi million dollar empire (although multi millions wouldn't hurt my plight.) i don't want to be famous.
i want to be happy and healthy. i want to travel. i want to experience life (we only have one, you know!) i want to be useful, and i want to make a difference. i want to live life on my terms, play by my own rules. there should be no guard rails. no speed limit or minimum speed for that matter! i'm going to take chances, because taking chances is the only way to find out. i'm going to figure out how to do this.
ok, well that's it. i've put it out there, and i can't take it back. what's said on a blog is law.
what's past is past and it's made me who i am. now, to figure out what i'll become.
good ridance 2009!! happy new year. i wish everyone happiness.
2009 has been a stagnant year for me. nothing to write in the history of years. 2009 was fine.. just fine. no better, no worse.
not like 2006- the year that change my life, my pregnancy, the girls born. 2001- when bc3 and i were engaged and married, and when 9/11 happened. 2002- when i saw the ruins of greece and the cathedrals of rome. not like 2008 when i decided to "quit" my job, move to wisconsin, and then at the last minute change my mind to stay, and travelled france for 2 weeks, living without a care. nope... 2009 was a snoozer. with the exception of the girls, my fabulous, precocious, amazing girls, my lovely, devoted husband, i'd have to say 2009 was a wash.
we survived this year. that's basically what we did. we made it through to the end.
but i'll tell you what i've discovered this year though... something worth writing about.
i can't sit around waiting for something to happen for me. 2009 had to happen for me to realize that. this year i'm going to get things out of my system... stop talking, and start walking. explore all possibilities. i'll get to my goal weight (i've already lost 20 lbs.) i'm going to figure out what i want to be when i grow up ( no small task.) it might happen so quickly, but i will lay the foundations. i will seperate the wheat from the chaff. make things happen, the right things, not just for my family but for me.
i can no longer live vicariously through my children, their achievements, their bright futures. they are my pride and joy, and becoming their mother satisfies the most basic desire i ever had. but it's not enough just to be their mom. they will appreciate that i've made myself satisfied apart from them.
i don't want a multi million dollar empire (although multi millions wouldn't hurt my plight.) i don't want to be famous.
i want to be happy and healthy. i want to travel. i want to experience life (we only have one, you know!) i want to be useful, and i want to make a difference. i want to live life on my terms, play by my own rules. there should be no guard rails. no speed limit or minimum speed for that matter! i'm going to take chances, because taking chances is the only way to find out. i'm going to figure out how to do this.
ok, well that's it. i've put it out there, and i can't take it back. what's said on a blog is law.
what's past is past and it's made me who i am. now, to figure out what i'll become.
good ridance 2009!! happy new year. i wish everyone happiness.
Monday, November 2, 2009
THREE IS A MAGIC NUMBER
lily and pearl. you turn three today. it's an interesting age, three. it really is. you finally get everything. almost.
you are little people without the learned pretense of reason or inhibition.
you are both prone to trouble these days. you could cry for 40 minutes non stop, and then when i threaten you'll be punished, the tears turn off like a faucet, and you say, "don't put me in trouble, i'm not crying now!!" you play to your numbers, divide and conquer and many days you defeat us easily.
you both say incredibly entertaining things these days. your dad and i are never far from laughter thanks to you two. (pearl said, "daddy, actually i want an actual wind in the willow story." not a made up one that bc3 is prone to.)
and your stomach's are bottomless pits. you could have eaten 6 chicken nuggets, a pile of fried rice, some dim sum, a slice of pizza, broccoli, and a bowl of grapes, and you will still cry hunger 5 minutes later. what you really wanted was a "cheese string" and a dora yogurt drink and you will not stop complaining till you get them. your favorite place to eat those 2 items is on the edge of my bed right before bed while watching dora. you can suck down 4 juice boxes without a second thought, and still have room for strawberry flavored dora.
speaking of said cartoon girl.. she's your favorite at this moment. i guess i can't complain too much about her. at least it's not bratz or some other poor female roll model. at least dora's got friends, and can read a map. she can't be all that bad, however i'm not sure how crazy i am about a 7 year old kid having to find her way to the beach, alone with only a "monkey on her back" and a backpack that eats her crap! you are also into little bear (which makes me absolutely crazy, because he just does shitty stuff and doesn't get punished for it) yo gabba gabba, and the imagination movers.
favorite books are cinderella, where the wild things are (i'll eat you up, i love you so!!! in response lily will exclaim with real fear, "do not eat me up!!") wind in the willows, and james and the giant peach.
this year, in a proud moment for dear old dad, you chose to be wonder woman and super man for halloween. no generic princess's here (not this year at least!) lily you insist that you are super man, NOT super girl. you actually didn't specifically pick those superheros, in as much as we suggested and you didn't burn down the house with your hair on fire in protest.
you know all the lyrics to superman, batman, wonder woman theme songs.. and it's not per se a true knowledge in as much as you mumble the words until there's a part you know, and then you sing louder.. for instance, "spiderman spiderman mmmhhmmm spiderman. mmhhmmn mhmm mmhmm muhmm spiderman, mmhum hummh hmmm spiderman." there's some real talent there. a real love of music. prodigies in the making.
lily, you are loving, sweet, shy, and emotional. you are definitely my squeaky wheel. you give the best hugs. you are my heart.
pearl, you are bright, independent, kind and so thoughtful. sharp as a tack, nothing gets by you. you are my old soul.
you two are really the most amazing people, my favorites really. the best things to ever happen to your father and i. some days we want to tear our scalps off because you behave so badly, and some moments you are so endearing and sweet, you break our hearts.
this evening, while in bed,
i whispered to pearl, "i love you so!"
and she asked, "mommy, why do you love me so?"
and i said, "because you're my baby girls....and you're the sweetest babies ever."
happy third birthday, lily and pearl.
you are little people without the learned pretense of reason or inhibition.
you are both prone to trouble these days. you could cry for 40 minutes non stop, and then when i threaten you'll be punished, the tears turn off like a faucet, and you say, "don't put me in trouble, i'm not crying now!!" you play to your numbers, divide and conquer and many days you defeat us easily.
you both say incredibly entertaining things these days. your dad and i are never far from laughter thanks to you two. (pearl said, "daddy, actually i want an actual wind in the willow story." not a made up one that bc3 is prone to.)
and your stomach's are bottomless pits. you could have eaten 6 chicken nuggets, a pile of fried rice, some dim sum, a slice of pizza, broccoli, and a bowl of grapes, and you will still cry hunger 5 minutes later. what you really wanted was a "cheese string" and a dora yogurt drink and you will not stop complaining till you get them. your favorite place to eat those 2 items is on the edge of my bed right before bed while watching dora. you can suck down 4 juice boxes without a second thought, and still have room for strawberry flavored dora.
speaking of said cartoon girl.. she's your favorite at this moment. i guess i can't complain too much about her. at least it's not bratz or some other poor female roll model. at least dora's got friends, and can read a map. she can't be all that bad, however i'm not sure how crazy i am about a 7 year old kid having to find her way to the beach, alone with only a "monkey on her back" and a backpack that eats her crap! you are also into little bear (which makes me absolutely crazy, because he just does shitty stuff and doesn't get punished for it) yo gabba gabba, and the imagination movers.
favorite books are cinderella, where the wild things are (i'll eat you up, i love you so!!! in response lily will exclaim with real fear, "do not eat me up!!") wind in the willows, and james and the giant peach.
this year, in a proud moment for dear old dad, you chose to be wonder woman and super man for halloween. no generic princess's here (not this year at least!) lily you insist that you are super man, NOT super girl. you actually didn't specifically pick those superheros, in as much as we suggested and you didn't burn down the house with your hair on fire in protest.
you know all the lyrics to superman, batman, wonder woman theme songs.. and it's not per se a true knowledge in as much as you mumble the words until there's a part you know, and then you sing louder.. for instance, "spiderman spiderman mmmhhmmm spiderman. mmhhmmn mhmm mmhmm muhmm spiderman, mmhum hummh hmmm spiderman." there's some real talent there. a real love of music. prodigies in the making.
lily, you are loving, sweet, shy, and emotional. you are definitely my squeaky wheel. you give the best hugs. you are my heart.
pearl, you are bright, independent, kind and so thoughtful. sharp as a tack, nothing gets by you. you are my old soul.
you two are really the most amazing people, my favorites really. the best things to ever happen to your father and i. some days we want to tear our scalps off because you behave so badly, and some moments you are so endearing and sweet, you break our hearts.
this evening, while in bed,
i whispered to pearl, "i love you so!"
and she asked, "mommy, why do you love me so?"
and i said, "because you're my baby girls....and you're the sweetest babies ever."
happy third birthday, lily and pearl.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
8:30 PM
it's approaching that time of the night. the time we set as bedtime for the girls. we're all lying in bed now watching the latest episode of some inane pre-school show. the girls are screaming "MAP, MAP, MAP!!" it's a bad habit we've established, watching 30 minutes of tv before bedtime. it's passive, but i found myself needing it. just needing to shut down for a little while, but still be with them. they are calm, i'm settled, diapers are changes, pj's are donned and bedtime is looming.
after the show, we all climb into their shared bed.. a mattress on the floor. we turn the lights low, and we read books, tell stories, and sing quiet songs. bc3 is the story teller and i sing the songs. we've taken to singing "kookaburra sits on the old gum tree," "twinkle twinkle," "somewhere over the rainbow," and that old jump rope song, "strawberry shortcake cream on top..tell me the name of your sweetheart." classics. songs i remember from childhood myself.
bc3 tells the story of "wind in the windows," as pearl calls it. he tells it different everytime.. the actual book is just too wordy to actually read. same with "james and the giant peach"...scary parts gleened over, no mention of ghosts at all.
the best story told is the one about princess mommy and monkey daddy. it's the 2 minute version of how bc3 and i met, our first date, our engagement, and the appearance of prince toby, princess lily and princess pearl.
if all goes well, we kiss, hug, and tuck in. we close the door "just a little bit" and they are off to sleep. if all goes well there is no screaming, crying, begging for 5 more minutes, cries of hunger because of course we haven't fed them dinner, fruit, dessert, cheese sticks, nuts and yogurt.
i breath a sigh of relief, but always secretly, later in the evening, i peer in their room, hoping that they wake up so i can spend just a little more time with them.
after the show, we all climb into their shared bed.. a mattress on the floor. we turn the lights low, and we read books, tell stories, and sing quiet songs. bc3 is the story teller and i sing the songs. we've taken to singing "kookaburra sits on the old gum tree," "twinkle twinkle," "somewhere over the rainbow," and that old jump rope song, "strawberry shortcake cream on top..tell me the name of your sweetheart." classics. songs i remember from childhood myself.
bc3 tells the story of "wind in the windows," as pearl calls it. he tells it different everytime.. the actual book is just too wordy to actually read. same with "james and the giant peach"...scary parts gleened over, no mention of ghosts at all.
the best story told is the one about princess mommy and monkey daddy. it's the 2 minute version of how bc3 and i met, our first date, our engagement, and the appearance of prince toby, princess lily and princess pearl.
if all goes well, we kiss, hug, and tuck in. we close the door "just a little bit" and they are off to sleep. if all goes well there is no screaming, crying, begging for 5 more minutes, cries of hunger because of course we haven't fed them dinner, fruit, dessert, cheese sticks, nuts and yogurt.
i breath a sigh of relief, but always secretly, later in the evening, i peer in their room, hoping that they wake up so i can spend just a little more time with them.
Monday, September 28, 2009
CONVERSATIONS...
the scenario: dinner, this evening. pretty good behavior all around. minimal prodding with EAT, EAT, EAT YOUR DINNER.
me: pearl, finish what's on your plate.
pearl: no, mommy, it's a bowl! (it was a bowl)
bc3: pearl, if we want to split hairs, we'll go to a barber.
pearl: nooooo, daddy!! my name is not barbara!!!
we could not control our laughter after that one.
me: pearl, finish what's on your plate.
pearl: no, mommy, it's a bowl! (it was a bowl)
bc3: pearl, if we want to split hairs, we'll go to a barber.
pearl: nooooo, daddy!! my name is not barbara!!!
we could not control our laughter after that one.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
NEW YORK CALLING...
i'm in london at this very moment. sitting in my hotel room. it's 1:11 here, and i leave for the airport in 4 hours and 30 minutes to board a flight home to new york. back to bc3, back to lily and pearl, back to toby and the triumphant return of pudding the cat.
i've been gone since last thursday. i was travelling on 9-11, which did not sit well with me, but i had no choice in the matter. i wasn't in new york to remember. i was in paris, i don't speak french so have no idea if it was even covered in the news. i'll return home tomorrow, and then leave the very next day for a weekend away with bc3, to celebrate our 8th anniversary. we were married 3 days before that tragic day, and i always think that if it had been 1 weekend later, we would not have been married in 2001. our wedding was in little italy and it would have been cancelled.
i'm not happy about leaving the girls again so soon, but our trip was booked, hotel paid for, babysitters arranged. and bc3 and i could use some time alone. it will help us appreciate all we have, the girls, our family. although i'm crystal clear about what i have waiting for me at home. i'm anxious, can't sleep, and i can't get home to new york soon enough.
i've been gone since last thursday. i was travelling on 9-11, which did not sit well with me, but i had no choice in the matter. i wasn't in new york to remember. i was in paris, i don't speak french so have no idea if it was even covered in the news. i'll return home tomorrow, and then leave the very next day for a weekend away with bc3, to celebrate our 8th anniversary. we were married 3 days before that tragic day, and i always think that if it had been 1 weekend later, we would not have been married in 2001. our wedding was in little italy and it would have been cancelled.
i'm not happy about leaving the girls again so soon, but our trip was booked, hotel paid for, babysitters arranged. and bc3 and i could use some time alone. it will help us appreciate all we have, the girls, our family. although i'm crystal clear about what i have waiting for me at home. i'm anxious, can't sleep, and i can't get home to new york soon enough.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
