Holy Cow

 "Come here and let me nibble on your nose Mr. Cow."

Thanks for reminding me to s-l-o-w down and savor these moments Ms. Nonie.

Holy Cow am I lucky.

Sleepless in NYC

Oh, I've done it!... Not being extremely technical, it was a bit of challenge for me to figure out how to post on this blog. I came across some interesting blogs in my search for the option to post. Interesting things, that are not appropriate to blog about, so I am glad to have that all 'behind' me.
Well - I learned a good lesson about bragging this weekend. Never, Ever brag about a sleeping baby. I told anyone who I spoke to this weekend that Annie slept three days in a row, pretty much through the night: 1 a.m. - 8 a.m.; midnight - 7 a.m.; and 11:30p.m. - 6:45a.m. Boy, was I excited. I thought this was IT, I am at the turn in the road and can see the finish line in the distance. I had visions of 8 hours of sleep, waking without dark bags under my eyes, having an almost a 'refreshed' look.
AND then there was last night. Night 4 where I was so confident as I put my own head down to sleep that I would not open my eyes until 7 a.m., but Annie foiled my plan. She not only foiled my plan she showed me what you get for bragging. From midnight until 8a.m., Annie made sure I was awake every two hours. Gone is that "Oh so refreshed look" that I longed for - and is absent from any new mothers face.
And so I humbly remain, sleepless in NYC

Early for pickup leads to this...

Don't judge...yes it looks like I am eating lunch out of a Thomas lunch box, because I AM. But I swear it was MY sandwich, packed for ME, it just happened to be packed in Doodle's lunch box with his lunch. 

I was early for pickup, I got the good parking spot along the wall where I was not too visible from the playground, and definitely not visible to the other moms, besides, I'm the aunt so I don't really need to impress them. So I ate my sanwich and it was delicious. Can't wait to see what Thomas has for me next week.

Silly Today

Silly onesie - Nonie.*

Silly socks - Doodle.  

(Thanks Granny).

Silly shirt- Doodle.

Today was silly day.

Silly faces.

Silly songs.

Silly hairdos.

Silly snacks....

Somehow, between making the bed and making a mug of tea, I lost an earring.  Fully aware of my lopsidedness, and convinced it looked pretty silly (for lack of a better word), I turned to Doodle,  "what is silly about Mommy today?"

Let's just say he had lots of things to point out.  

Unfortunately, not one of the things he mentioned had to do with earrings.

P.S. Nonie's silly onesie today, was a not-so-silly-white onesie yesterday.

regret

Maybe my next post will not have to do with food. Not this one though (remember when Marky called us all the "skinniest fat girls" ever? that was funny. OFT funny). Anyway, I broke down and bought girlscout cookies. WHAT? I have company coming. I've already eaten 5 samoas. I am so ashamed. Mater is looking at me again. I think I might turn her picture to face the wall for the rest of the year.

This might explain the 2 cavities the dentist found yesterday. Darn it.

On another note. At yoga last night we did the most relaxing lying down position that I want to share. I wish I could sprawl onto the rug in my classroom and do it now. But there's lice going around.

Lie flat on your back and put one hand on your stomach and the other on your "heart center". I didn't know where this was so I put my right hand so my fingers were over my heart. I didn't move a muscle, not a single TWITCH of any sort took place. I deserve a cookie.

Is this day possible???

Went to old Navy and spent within my budget....check.

Hit the grocery store and tried to do some meal planning for the next couple of weeks and got out spending less then $150...yup.

Went to the gym and worked out, then went swimming with the kids...no problem.

Got home to a clean floor (thanks roomba), finished the laundry and took a shower while Xave napped...done.

Started to cook dinner for tonight (chicken enchiladas) and decided I may as well cook for tomorrow night (tortilla soup) because we are both working...why not.

Just need Bri to come home so we can enjoy the dindin and RELAX....

jelly beans

I never do it. Now I know why.

I gave up candy for Lent this year. Not sweets or chocolates (that would be insane). It hasn't been so bad. The past few weeks I've been filling the void with cheese (monteray jack) and the like. Smooth sailin'.

But have you ever given a three hour long standardized assessment to 14 eight year olds? These are the days that candy was made for. I stared at my plate of skittles and starburst jelly beans (to give the children during their test, of course) and felt my will begin to break a little.

I moved the plate away from my desk - as if the walk over there would deter me. I set it right in front of my picture of Mater and basket of rosaries. By the end of the day, the plate was half full. Mater stared at me in disgust.





I am just thankful I was not in the mood for jelly beans.

Thanks for the ongoing hair advice and for doing my hair when I was a wee one.

As you can see, I now have the great honor of doing Nonie's hair.  All three of them.

The bow is upside-down and lasted about 25 seconds.  The boys watched me put it in her hair and looked at it like it was a very foreign object.  Bow?  We don't do bows in this house..

Nonetheless she felt like a queen while the bow was in.  I could tell by the sparkle in her eyes.

P.S. Does this blog take the place of "The Journal" which never seemed to circulate as planned?  Someone lost it didn't they?!?!  

Carmel, Francie, Josephine and May.....

My patient at work today was a little confused. Occasionally she would start yelling at the lady in the bed next to her, "JOSEPHINE!!! Is that YOU...why aren't you TALKING to ME?!" (She had the tendency to scream certain words.) The poor patient in the next bed was certainly not Josephine, and the family surrounding her had to keep reminding May of this. When we went in to see what was wrong she would proclaim, "It's JOSEPHINE, my SISTER, SHE'S ALIVE!!!" While my first instinct is to chuckle, I suddenly became very sad. What will happen when I lose my mind and call out for my sisters?? I know we laugh and play Carmel and Francie and hold each others elbows walking down a slippery path, but all I hope for now is for that to really happen, that we all may live together and take care of each other, through three D's that often accompany old age: dentures, diapers and dementia. 

Didn't mean to get all morbid on y'all, but that's what happens working with geriatrics....more posts later will promise to be HAPPY....

Launch Party (for one)

3/21/09

Dear All,

Here I am. Well, here we are actually. I seem to be the one among us with the most time on my hands (or else I am just really good and not doing things) so I thought I'd kick off the first official "blog" for my sisters and perhaps the occasional guest appearance by our Annie (?), Mimi (?) who knows!

I put up a picture of the "happiness wall" and maybe you can find your, or your offsprings, face in it. We (the pictures and I) are celebrating the first entry. I am eating chicken nuggets. They are watching.

Add on when the mood hits ya (I have found drinking coffee at dinnertime can make this happen). I'll share all my secret passwords with you because you are my sisters- and my Annie and Mimi- and we do things like that. Right? If I send you my passwords you'll be able to check my email too, but don't do that.

Smooooooooch,

e