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November 30, 2007

O, Glorious Day!

I feel like I just broke the tape at the end of my first marathon (okay, who am I kidding, 5k). This NaBloPoMo was way harder than last year for obvious reasons. When I started it I was pretty sure I would drop out in the first week. And I almost did. Then I broke into the shoe closet and it was okay.

I'd like to thank Matthew who was kind enough to humor me with this quixotic (he might replace the "quix" with "idi") quest and do baby duty most nights when I needed to get a post up. (Right now he is badgering me to go to sleep as he has done every night. Bless him.) And I'd like to thank Willa, who by some miracle chose the hours between 10 and 12 to have a sleepy spell almost every night. Lastly, but not leastly, I'd like to thank every person that stopped by to see what I'd pulled out of my a** every day. And an extra-special thank you for the comments. I usually try to respond to comments but it was impossible this time. Please know that your comments make my day. Really. I get all giddy.

I'm going to try to keep posting regularly but certainly no more of this daily nonsense. Now, off to sleep. And then to wake up to beautiful, wonderful December. But before I go, one more baby pic of Willa. This is a good visual of how I feel right now. Yippee!

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November 29, 2007

Short Yarn

Willa is sucking the life force out of me. Near-constant nursing all day long. Needless to say not getting a whole lot done today. Will be happy if I get this post up.

Craft update. It's been a little while since I've posted any creations up here. On the day I went into labor I finished the little hat below. I hadn't even weaved in the ends and next thing I know I'm shoving it in my hospital bag. Already too small for her now but for like one day there it stayed on and was adorable. The blankie I had just started and I really fear I might never finish it now. For one, we have received approximately 10,000 baby blankets as gifts. And each one is cuter than the next. (Check out this beautiful one made by my sister. So lovely.) Our cup runneth over. But seeing as this is most likely my last baby (not to mention I spent a small fortune on the beautiful organic cotton yarn) I do plan on finishing it soon. Like before summer. Even if only in 5 minute increments between boob shifts.











November 28, 2007

Lady Luck Shine On Me

Dudes. Playing my Post-A-Lame-Sentence-So-That-I'm-Not-Disqualified-For-NaBloPoMo-Prizes card tonight. I don't want to miss my chance to win a free pound of See's candy. I got two words for you: Bridge Mix.

November 27, 2007

You Complete Me

Tonight I had a little time, due to a sleepy baby, to go down my blogroll. It's been awhile and, especially because of NaBloPoMo, I am hopelessly behind. Can I just say one thing though? There is a shite-load of incredibly good stories out there. Told by talented, gifted writers. Sometimes I try to imagine what my life would be like if I hadn't started this blog and gotten plunged into this culture. It's really hard to do but I always come to the same conclusion. It would be poorer. Drastically poorer. I am constantly amazed by the richness added to my life just by sitting down at the computer and reading and writing stories a couple times a week. Even when blogging feels like a nit-picking monkey swinging from my neck and I swear I am never going to blog again I still love the stories. I come back again and again and then feel compelled to sing out my own. This is just my little mash note to you, blogging friends and gentle readers. I love you guys.

November 26, 2007

Old Man Autumn

November 25, 2007

How To Mystify Your Jewish Husband

Let him catch you with tears streaming down your face at the end of "Elf."

November 24, 2007

The Best of Momku

Momku has been on a bit of a hiatus during NaBloPoMo because I have a finite amount of gray matter and it's being stretched to the limit as it is. In lieu of new material (and because it's late and I have to post so I can go to bed) here are some of my favorites from the last few months:

It's nice to be paid
In kisses but I'd prefer
Some legal tender

Ossified dead bird
Oh God no, no, no, don't touch
See? Bones, ske-le-ton

Took the kids and cleaned
The house while I slept. Someone's
Getting a blowjob

I screamed at you for
Throwing a fit. Glad you don't
Get irony yet

Another fluff piece
About "slacker moms." I'd get
Mad but, whatever

Impounded your phone 
And read your texts. OMG
UR in trouble

Dante's lost circles:
Plan Dinner; Cook Dinner
Clean After Dinner

Nobody pushes
"Natural Dentistry." Yes
Epidural please

Warm baby smell. Yum
Know now why mice eat their young
No impulse control

November 23, 2007

Oh Crap!

Wow. First night I almost forgot to post. That was close.

Survived the Thanksgiving-Birthday nexus. Lowell woke up at 6:45 and asked for his presents and cake. Explaining to a 3-year-old that he has to wait almost 12 hours until presents and cake was UN-fun. He tried his best logic on us ("But it's my birthday now!") but, alas, our cruel rule stood. He was able to open some presents though, because even our mettle is not that strong. (Just an aside, your kid's birthday is a really bad day to run out of AA batteries.) Our dinner was really, really good (especially since I had almost zero hand in the cooking of it). Even though I was a little nervous about hosting since we're not exactly at the top of our game these days everybody pitched in and we had a great time.  After dinner the birthday cake (actually birthday pie) was finally delivered. It was worth the wait. At least for me. Lowell was so happy and excited that I teared up, unexpectedly, while singing "Happy Birthday." I forgot what a joy birthdays can be. As long as they aren't mine.

 

November 22, 2007

Happy Birthday, Lowell! Happy Thanksgiving, Um, Everybody Else!

PartyhatsAs mentioned yesterday, it's not just Thanksgiving around here today. It's also Lowell's third birthday. While not ideal timing, it sure made picking a theme for his party easy this year. (To the left are the party hats I made for the birthday pie celebration after Thanksgiving dinner. To answer your question, yes, I am insane, and no, I don't really get much sleep. But aren't they cute?)

I am so excited for you, Lowell. Three is the magic number and I can't wait to see how you grow this year. I love you with every ounce of my heart, my darling big boy.

November 21, 2007

The Frozen Turkey Cometh

After last year's turkey stock incident I have been very careful around the kitchen today. In fact I didn't even step foot in it except to get another Joe-Joe from the secret hiding place. I am not cooking at all this year save mashing up some potatoes right before dinner. I have been busy though because tomorrow is not just any Thanksgiving. It's also Lowell's third birthday. Although I have been thinking about the birthday and getting things ready it hadn't really hit me until I was making his birthday crown that he is actually turning three years old tomorrow. I can't believe it. Of course I can on some days, but mostly it seems like yesterday he was a newborn. It doesn't help that I am having constant flashbacks to his infancy because of Willa, but honestly, how do the years go so quickly when the days seem to last forever?

November 20, 2007

Hurricane Willa As Seen From Space

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November 19, 2007

How To Get Your Arm Broken

Reach over and absentmindedly pat your postpartum wife's belly pudge as if she is still pregnant.

November 18, 2007

Craft Madness

I forgot one very important link when I did my list of other sites I love engaged in teh nablopomo. That would be Wee Wonderfuls. If you're into the craft blogs then Hillary needs no introduction. She is one of the most beloved craft bloggers out there, and for good reason. She is a force of nature in every sense of the word and I get endless inspiration from the things she creates. Now, the fact that I do very little with that inspiration shouldn't deter you from visiting her site and drooling all over your keyboard.

Speaking of crafts and drool, I went to Michaels today and got a peek at the Martha Stewart christmas craft supplies. Damn. Damnity damn I wanted one of everything. That woman('s staff) makes a sexy paperpunch I tell you what. Since I got zero budget due to a certain someone's birthday this week and Thanksgiving and Hanukkah and Christmas all coming in swift succession (not to mention we're now buying diapers for two, @&#^!) I got out of there with just fancy twine and a couple wooden dowels. Don't ask.

Speaking of wooden dowels, my sister and I are up to a very top secret internets project. Because I have soooo little on my plate of course. I have no idea when it will be ready for prime time so I really shouldn't even put this teaser out here. But it's secret! And I can't keep a secret! Shhhh....

November 17, 2007

Handle With Care

Tonight we went to an opening of Handle With Care, a group show of glass works in which both my aunt and uncle had pieces. I really liked a lot of the works, especially the ones by Jill Reynolds (said aunt), Daniel Spitzer (said uncle) and Michiko Sakano. Other than getting some culture, it was great to get out of the house and be an adult for an hour or so. We did bring Willa along (she's quite portable) while my mother-in-law babysat Lowell. (The real treat was getting out of doing bedtime which has been a real struggle lately - my MIL is a saint.) Pictures below:

(PictoBrowser widget rules, btw. Love it.)

November 16, 2007

TFGIFF

So happy it's Friday. So, so, happy. Matthew's mom is here this weekend so we both get to sleep in. As much as one sleeps in with a newborn that is.

Today's shoes. OMG, right? I prayed for a girl just so I would be able to get these socks. (Actually were given as a gift by a friend equally as enamored of them.)

One more note before I click "post" and release the nablopomo shackles - If you are near a Trader Joe's and you're a chocolate-mint lover hie yourself there quickly and get some Candy Cane Joe-Joes. They're seasonal so be sure to buy more than one box. If you don't like them apparently you can sell them on Ebay.

November 15, 2007

Eight Random Things About Me

1. I went through a phase where I listened to hardcore and went around with an X drawn on the back of my hand. I believe it was eighth grade. I also desperately wanted to start my own zine but had no access to a xerox machine. Where was the internet when I needed it? I still like hardcore but have the strangest nostalgia feelings when I hear it. Like my grandmother listening to "Begin the Beguine."

2. I have never not known what marijuana looked like or smelled like. My parents were hippies (they always correct me and say "we were radicals" uh huh, yeah, whatever) and were very staunch in their belief that marijuana use was nothing to hide from your kids. This taught me a very valuable lesson: you should definitely hide your recreational drug use from your kids. Or not use drugs at all of course. Yes, of course.

3. I recently read about a woman critiquing a certain book's index as her project for library school. The fact that I was like "Aw, lucky!" makes me think, yeah, I should probably just go ahead and get that MIS degree.

4. I like my martinis straight up and a wee bit dirty. Four olives, please.

5. The best celebrity sighting I ever had in all my years in NYC was seeing my idol, Patti Smith, on the street with her then teenage daughter. They were walking towards me on 6th avenue and Patti said something to her daughter and her daughter did the classic teen eyeroll. I realized instantly at that moment that no matter how deeply cool you are you will never, ever be cool to your kids. At least not when they are teenagers.

6. When I was in 6th grade my family almost died from carbon monoxide poisoning. A blocked flume in our chimney sent CO from the furnace back into the house. It was on a Friday night and if I hadn't had early rehearsal for a school play on Saturday morning we might likely have never woken up that day. Yes, if it weren't for "Babes in Toyland" you might not be reading this list. (And here is my "The More You Know Moment": if you don't have a CO monitor in your house, go out, buy one and install it today. Today.)

7. Jaysus, can it just be six random things about me? Okay, um, I once hitchhiked with my boyfriend through Sweden and Norway all the to Nordkapp, the northernmost point in Europe. It was during the summer and we camped the whole way. We never once needed a flashlight.

8. I prefer pencils. Pens are fine for certain writing tasks like letters and signing contracts but for anything else I like a trusty old No. 2. I will not write poetry with anything else, for instance. Blocks my chi. Also, they must be wooden. Nothing worse than a mechanical pencil. Ick.

Okay, I believe that etiquette calls for me to tag others now but I'm at the wire as it is and back to typing one-handedly. But I am curious! If you'd like, please leave a random fact about yourself in the comments. And be thankful you only have to think of one.

November 14, 2007

That's An Awfully Big Library

Wtf_libAnd so it begins. A very nice family friend, who I am pretty sure is not up on current slang, gave us this monogrammed "Library Of" seal embosser for Willa. I want to emboss every book we have with it. She is so going to kill us.

I have been tagged by Feral for an 8 random things meme. Plan on doing that presently. Tonight though, too tired to think of random things. But not too tired to take a picture of my shoes. Gap flats! Yawn.

November 13, 2007

There's No Place Like Brooklyn...

Man. It's hard to type with a fussy baby in your arms. (Young lady, behave and someday these shoes may be yours.) This is probably my second-favorite pair. Lulu Guinness ostrich pumps. Bought at a boutique in Brooklyn back in the day. Actually paid full retail I loved them so.

In non-shoe news, Lowell played with Play-doh today without eating it. A major breakthrough. There was a little licking, but I let it pass. Hoping now I can pull out all the playsets he inherited from his cousins. I have been waiting for two years to get my hands on that pumper barbershop.

November 12, 2007

Low Expectations

I feel like I should apologize. I am barely hanging in here with the NaBloPoMo. But I know that apologizing would be ridiculous. It's not about quality this time. Last year I wanted to do it so that I could really stretch and take my writing up a notch. It was hard in a different way. This year it's all about stamina. I just put something up here because then I am doing one thing a day that is not nursing, cleaning, wiping, yelling or cooking. Other than the quality of my posts the thing that disappoints me the most is that I just don't have the time to read what everyone else is writing. I am trying to keep up but it's impossible. I really want to comment too, but, again, just not going to happen most days.  If you're looking for more than "I'm so tired" and baby pictures everyday here are some other very lovely people who are writing great stuff this November. Please tell them I said "hi."

Assertagirl
Belgianwaffle
Chair
Citizen of the Month
DadaMama
Exurbitude
Feral Mom
Flotsam
Finslippy
Hillbilly, Please
Jen and Tonic
Langer Loksh
She's A Rebel, She's A Saint
Supafine

Or you can just coming here for the shoes. Today's entry: the silliest pair of shoes I own.

November 11, 2007

Holy Crap! One Month!

Img_0337Can someone please tell me where the last month went? Everyone told me it goes so much faster the second time, but no one told me it went at Warp 10. Sweet Jesus.

Today's shoes: Crocs with socks.

November 10, 2007

Rest And Red Booties

Another brief entry. Will be phoning it in this weekend just for sanity's sake. Actually, if I cared at all about my sanity I wouldn't even be doing this fool thing.

Thanks for the encouraging comments on my last post. It may seem like a small thing to do but I can't tell you how much better you made me feel. Even though I know I am not the only person in the world who's gone through this particular parenting gauntlet it's good to hear the amens out there.

Today we had friends up from the city to see the baby. It was really a nice time, even when I fell asleep on the couch. (My very tactful friends said nothing, just fluffed the pillow for me.) Also had lox for the first time since I got pregnant. Oh mama, it was delicious.

For today's shoes I am going back to Willa's burgeoning collection. These are a pair of crocheted baby booties my friend Katri brought back from Finland this summer. Could you just die?

November 09, 2007

Ring, Ring, Ring

Dudes. This week kicked my ass. Today was a (literally) craptastic end to a pretty tough week. Surprise, surprise I'm finding that taking care of both Willa and Lowell is really not easy for me. (Throw in a diarrhea-ing dog and yeah, kiiiinda hit the wall.) Still too close to it to muster up the necessary perspective to write something cogent. Maybe this weekend. Maybe never. For now I am just going to go to bed and pretend today never happened and that the weekend will last forever.

November 08, 2007

Brudderhood

Lowell has a great pop-up book collection that was started for him by his Bubbie. He has a couple beautiful Robert Sabuda ones that, surprisingly, he does not attempt to destroy so we actually read them a lot. One in particular is his favorite and just happens to be the lyrics to a song. Whenever Matthew and I read it to him we like to sing it, because that's just how we roll around here. Neither of us ever miss an opportunity to emote. The other day Lowell surprised the hell out of us by opening the book up and singing the entire thing all on his very own. Would you like to hear it? I think you might:

Today's shoes are also up. My favorite everyday shoes that are not my clogs.

November 07, 2007

She's Awake! Awake!

Yes she has eyes. Willa is waking up a little more these days but she is still firmly in the snoogly newborn stage. A lot of sleeping and a lot of nursing. It's nice. I kind of don't want it to end but of course looking forward to smiling and cooing and all that. Not looking forward to middle school, but hey, I made my bed.

Go read this entry from my dear Feral. I'm not linking to it because she mentions me (although that made me love it even more) but because it describes perfectly how I feel about NaBloPoMo and why I am doing it even though I really should be sleeping and/or writing thank you notes right now.

God, so tired. Must go to bed. Here are my shoes for the day:

November 06, 2007

With Bells On

So late to the NaBloShoeMo party but here I am. I'm starting at the top of my collection because it goes RAPIDLY downhill after these lovelies and I have no idea how long I'll be able to keep this up.

Once upon a time I worked for an ecommerce site that sells high-end labels at a discount (hint: rhymes with moo-shy). This job had some amazing perks, such as an employee discount, private sample sales and the occasional giveaway. I got these Christian Louboutins for free as part of an internal contest. FREE. That was a good day. To say these are my favorite shoes is somewhat of an understatement. I want to be buried in them. 

November 05, 2007

Life Would Be a Ding-A-Derry

Today I had the luck to hear Mandy Patinkin's cover of "If I Only Had A Brain." As I hummed along (okay, who am I kidding, I was singing along, with feeling) it occurred to me that this could be my new theme song. I am the poster child for postpartum spaciness these days. Yesterday I couldn't remember the word for "soap." Saturday night when I was out at my friend's party it took me 15 minutes to find my keys. They were in my coat pocket. The coat I had completely forgotten was mine even though it was hanging over the chair in which I was sitting. I could go on, but of course it would take me hours to remember all the things I have forgotten.

The camera has arrived! There would be photographic proof of this if I didn't already drain the tiny charge the battery came with trying the thing out. It is soooo very lovely. Since I am completely anal about such purchases I did many hours of research and after a lot of hand-wringing decided to get a Canon SD850 IS. So far, so good. Very happy with the features, interface and picture quality. Can't wait to get some baby pics up here. Sorry if you visit this site for my incisive social commentary, my political poetry or my lengthy philosophical treatises. I'm gonna get a little twee on your a** for a bit. Yay! Now where did I plug in that charger...?

November 04, 2007

Welcome To The Longest Day Of My Life

I remember when the return to Standard time was a good day. The old "fall back" meant an extra hour of rest, more time to sleep off Halloween partying, a way to feel ahead of the game. Today do you know what it meant? It meant that my usual clock watching when alone with an infant and a crazed preschooler took on a new air of desperation. For reasons beyond our control I didn't have Matthew's help for most of the morning and afternoon. And so a Sunday that would have normally been pretty long became epically, almost supernaturally long. Every single time I looked at a clock it seemed to be mocking me. I especially remember 2:34. I actually checked to make sure I hadn't set the clock back 2 hours by mistake. I hadn't-- the joke was on me. Ha. Ha. Ha. Lowell was even more insane than usual, no doubt egged on by the smell of my fear. Getting him down for his nap was ridiculous. I thought at that point I had reached rock bottom. Then I got the theme to "Simon and Simon" stuck in my head. Thanks a lot, Alice.

At least I have more time to post today. I definitely needed it. Jeesh. It's not even 10 o'clock yet.

November 03, 2007

I Am Sooooooo Wasted

Hey! Tonight I went out! Of my house! To someone else's house! By myself! For a party! Can you tell this is exciting for me? It's been over three weeks since anything like this has happened so forgive me if I'm feeling a little giddy. My friend Emily had a birthday get-together and I actually got dressed, put on makeup, fed the baby, handed her over to Daddy and bolted. It was only 9 PM when I left the house and it felt like the old days in the city when I would leave my apartment at midnight to go out for the evening. Now I am home and instead of going to bed I am frantically trying to make my posting deadline. Just wondering, with Daylight Savings ending tonight do I have an extra hour? Is that on the FAQ? I don't want to risk my chance at winning some homemade jam so I am just going to post this and ask for your indulgence. New camera gets here Monday. Then I can just post baby pics and possibly some of my shoes.

November 02, 2007

Perhaps I Should Have Showed More Cleavage

I read this NYT article while alternating between nodding my head in agreement and shaking my head in dismay. The gist is that women cannot win in the workplace. We're either too aggressive or too passive or too passive-aggressive. Everything in the article echoed my experience at every stop on the corporate ladder. And I worked at ostensibly progressive companies and start-ups. I remember one review where my boss criticized me for being "nurturing to a fault" with my team and then turned around and told me that I was too assertive in the senior staff meetings and needed to "soften" my approach. Feh. When I read about studies like the ones in the article I realize why the decision to leave the corporate world was ultimately pretty easy. Except for yearning for the paycheck, I really haven't looked back. That's not to say I don't want to go back to working again, I absolutely do. But this break has shown me that I want to be my own boss, even with all the drawbacks that come with self-employment. Like, oh, not getting paid half the time. Of course that would be an improvement over not getting paid all of the time as is the case in my current gig.

I may have mentioned that I am breastfeeding again. It is strange to be back in this state. My normally average-sized chest has quite literally ballooned. I now have a major bustline but I don't even get to really enjoy it. Not exactly loving the form-fitting look right now since below boob-level I look like a human landslide. Somehow I forgot all about the let-down sensation, too. I'm finding that anything that ordinarily causes an adrenaline response in me also triggers my milk. Watching the World Series was interesting this year - every hit that threatened to go out of the park made my nipples tingle. Also, I am constantly feeling myself up in vigorous fashion to see which side is fuller before I feed Willa. This is fine at home but I forget and find myself doing it absentmindedly in public. Of course if you had a rack like mine you'd probably be doing it too. Whooo tits! In the plus column, I am getting quite good at typing with one hand. Can you tell? (On the Internet no one knows you're breastfeeding).

November 01, 2007

Clearly, I Have Lost My Mind

Guess what? I'm doing NaBloPoMo again this year. In theory this means I'll be posting every day in November. I'd like to keep expectations very low: think quantity as opposed to quality. I am predicting a lot of baby picture posts. Once our new camera comes that is. Did I mention that we lost the digital camera the day I went into labor? Picture me, doubled over with contractions, frantically looking for it as I packed my hospital bag. Never found it. Still haven't. Excellent timing on our part. We have been relying on the kindness of relatives with cameras to document the arrival of our second-born in the meantime.

Halloween has come and gone, except for the endless supply of Reese's minicups. Lowell was a sunstruction (sic) worker and said at the door "Trick or treat, I'm here to fix it, open up!" No one asked for his union credentials but he still got loads of candy. Here's a picture. (Thanks go to Auntie Jill once again for lending us her camera).

Okay, 1 day down. 29 to go. Feeling a sense of accomplishment already.