Friday, October 31, 2008

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Baby's First Concert

It isn't the best video - but you can see her go through all the stages of enjoying a concert. First she is checking the whole thing out - is she interested? Could this be fun?

It's right around then - she decides to end it all...

Then decides to let the fun continue - and she is dancing a machine. Finally she makes her way to the front to enjoy it all!

Monday, October 27, 2008

A Bootiful Day

We went to the Children's Museum two Fridays ago - $1 night brings with it - interesting people including but not limited to:
  • the bubble room had 2 experiencing 15-16 years. Making out. On a bench. While kids played with bubbles - there sat two larger than life teen girls... making out. Each pushing 250 and loving each other the way the bubble room intended.

  • we met a little girl named Beautiful. But baby's mama called her "bootiful" - we thought she was just remarking on how pretty the babe was - until Bootiful's baby's mama friend came over and introduced her little girl, Destiny- to Bootiful.

  • Bootiful was wielding a play pan - frying pan to be exact and L wanted to play with it and since she can't share she grabbed said pan. Bootiful grabbed it back and almost smacked her upside the head with it. Funny if it was scary. Cause I frankly, didn't want Bootiful's baby's mama to come and smack me upside the head. I'm too pretty.

  • There is a room there called, "Black Boston." It is exactly what it sounds like it would be about, landmarks through out Black History in Boston - which is essentially Dorchester, a city with in Boston. They had a hair salon there where you could give mannequins cornrows. It was glorious.
  • In the playroom, where L almost met her maker by way of play frying pan - there was a woman walking around, breastfeeding a toddler. And it was strange that she was walking around in general with a child to her la-las as she didn't have another child to watch -so she could have taken a 'timeout' in the corner to do her deed. It was strange for many reasons.

moral of the story: $1 at the museum is STRONGE!

Saturday, October 25, 2008

T-Minus 6 days and 0 ideas

Halloween is just days away and the bug has no costume.
I need ideas. Send my way - mama needs some assistance people. The pressure is O N.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Confessions of a Stage Mother

I entered L into the "Casting Call" for the Gap. She might just be their next fresh face - the prizes include:
  • A trip to San Francisco for a Gap photo shoot (HELLO VACATION!)
  • A Gap GiftCard redeemable for a babyGap or GapKids wardrobe!
  • A Snapfish prize package (no additional details, it's probably 10 wallet size pictures or something silly if not highlighted)
  • Become a babyGap or GapKids model. Photos to be displayed in Gap store windows across the country! (Hello Fame & Fortune!)
I entered 3 of the cutest pictures I could find that have been taken in the last 3 months - part of the rules. I checked back for the next few days - and yesterday she finally popped up. Buried beneath what I can only estimate as hundreds of ugly children and a few cuteys - not a real competitor to note. And another few disturbing pictures of fully done up children - but ultimately I think the kid has a chance. A panel of judges will narrow all entries received down to 20 finalists (5 boys, 5 girls, 5 baby boys, and 5 baby girls). Let's be honest - if this isn't rigged - she's a shoe in. Those finalists will be voted on by the public from December 8 through December 21th. Can you stand it?

And yet I share this information with no one.

My mom & husband, but that's it. Certainly no one with a child. I have an issue. I didn't necessarily consciously withhold the information, but I held it.

I've since 'come out' and letting people know of this whole thing - and there is still time to join - so if you want to feel defeat from the hands of a 1 year old - go for it. I had to take a moment and verbalize the ridiculousness of me - becoming a stage mother. The worst part? It's probably and likely just a way to get my email address so they can begin to flood my inbox with more spam than it already gets.

I sent C the info - if you go to : and type in my email address... boom our baby's face in lights. Since Elle or Ellie is catching on nowhere fast - with the exception of myself and a few lovely and loyal friends, I've made a decision as L's manager - Ellie will be her stage name. For the record, she totally identifies with Ellie & Elle - since you brought it up. But whatever, next pregnancy I'll confirm the nickname before following through with the birth.

But I digress, apparently his work has blocked Gap website. His response was as follows...

"I've been blocked. I get emails all day on how to improve my lover's sex life or enhance my penis size - yet I can't see my damn daughter's picture on the Gap site. Does that make sense?"

It makes just about as much sense as thinking that with holding information about a picture contest would give your kid a better shot at the win.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

October 08

Somewhere in or around a year ago tonight I stayed my first night in the hospital with the baby. I was learning the ins and outs of medical terms I wish I didn't need to know and thought I'd be going home "soon" and then that I would never go home. A year later we're doing photo shoots as they should be done - lots of the October pictures are a lot of the same - but I can't cut any of them.

Beautiful. Unbelievable. A blessing.
Our little girl is growing up!

Monday, October 6, 2008

Next Stop - The Clink

Two weeks ago L & I made our way to NY to join C in a rendezvous to celebrate the wedding of one of our very best friends. The very friend that brought us together - KW, Weiler, Kiki - whatever you call her home girl got hitched. Being in the wedding there were several responsibilities I needed to keep in mind: make it to the church on time (and early) and make sure I remember my dress & shoes. C was in Neuvo Jeresy working and rather than have 2 cars to drive home after Lillipalooza in the 'Burgh I thought it'd be a super idea to hike it to Penn Station, again. Do I ever learn?

In estimating the time I needed to leave I was off - as I set out to catch the 4:25 pm train I realize the first misstep. I leave the house late - while I thought I have an hour, I'm not taking into consideration the time it takes to get to the first train station, wait time and time to get to the next station. If I don't hustle to the train station I run the risk of missing the train. I have the baby, in a stroller, with a diaper bag, a rolling suitcase (a suitor so I didn't mess my dress - so it isn't tiny) & another / extra bag with all the crap that wouldn't fit in the other bags / bottom of the stroller. OH and my lap top, cause apparently I needed to check email? I have an Internet obsession & addiction. Don't judge. Do you have a visual?

It's fall but about 100 degrees out - and as I push the stroller and balance bags hanging off it and pull the suitcase - I realize if I get to the (first) train station and a train isn't there when I need it I could totally see myself rushing to wait and then missing my ride to NYC.

It's a 10 minute walk to the first train station, which will take me one stop to the final destination to pick up Amtrak. It turns out the entire walk is on some kind of incline each street, each turn a hill. I had never noticed it until this struggle to the train station. I push up hills in 100 degrees, sweating in a way where I have drops of sweat literally blurring my sight. The sun is glaring, I am sweating and can't see. I also forgot my sunglasses but there was no way once I got down the 3 flights of steps with the baby, stroller, a diaper bag, a rolling suitcase & an extra bag I was going back up for stupid glasses. I start to realize that it's becoming increasingly difficult to push and it isn't about the massive weight, the hill, the sweat or the sunglasses. It's a freaking flat on my beloved. That's right my stroller whose very tires that cruise threw snow and corner like it's on rails in the sand at the beach was being weighed down due to the amount of luggage we had and air that we didn't. To compensate for the lowering tires, I had to push way right to stay straight.... in the heat, with no glasses and tons o'crap. Oh and did I mention I was strategically keeping L awake so she would sleep on the train - in the heat, with the flat tire, no sunglasses, tons o'crap and shaking the child to keep her awake - up a hill but having to push (with one arm while pulling the suitor with the other) way to right to stay straight.

Fast forward: I get to the first train station, then to the connection. Get my Amtrak ticket and only have to pinch baby girl once to keep her awake. When the train finally arrives all the people waiting on the platform standstill - and I of course wasn't prepared - I had L out of the stroller. By the time I get her in the stroller and make sure I have my ticket, baby, stroller, a diaper bag, a rolling suitcase & an extra bag- I heard encountered my worst fear.

"Doors closing."

Yet I remain on the platform. I quickly ask the people standing in front if they are getting on, they barely answer, "No." I do what every mother bridesmaid would do. I push the stroller with full force into the closing train doors - except there is a gap between the door & the platform and due to the weight of the stroller at this point the front wheels (which are not flat) get stuck and lodged in between the door & the platform. Nobody moves, no one helps.

I claw my way into the stupid train and every handicap seat is taken so me and the kid are stuck in the bathroom car. I need the handicap seat so I can push the stroller up - and none of the seats were taken by actual handicap people. I'm livid and call C immediately - f'ing commuters, f'ing Amtrak, f'ing no where to gawddang sit. I f'ing hate traveling so on and so forth - lots of F bombs lots of manic madness. There is screaming. There is yelling. There is a lot of noise.

There is also a police officer in full uniform that comes out of the bathroom and advises me, "Ma'am I'm going to need you to calm down and find a seat." I explain the situation with the stroller and apologize for my mouth, language & passion against commuters. He tells me I have to sit down and can wait for the conductor to get to me, however I can't stand here. I take my seat, in the bathroom to kill time while the conductor gets to me.

The rest of the story is boring - the conductor comes - he tells me to "follow me!" and proceeds to take my suitor and literally race down the aisle of the train cars - and if you don't remember from last time the aisles of Amtrak trains are not bugaboo friendly so there were many causalities along the way including many a foot and random person's knee cap. He gave me his seat which was one with room for the child and all my her crap and a bottle of water - which was a nice touch. No more train. Not for this girl. Not going to happen, not again.

Sunday, October 5, 2008


the tour has now come to an end to see the pictures and relive the magic - feel free to peak in:
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