Hello Friends… So tomorrow I am going to read my “Dear Ellie” blog post in public. For the first time. In front of strangers. At Give It To Me Baby – Rocks The Night at the Museum of Motherhood. Strangers are pretty much the opposite of what I have surrounded Ellie and I with over […]Read More ›
Please humor me…I am hoping if I get this all off my chest I will stop moping around…so here goes. As some of you may or may not be aware, Ellie and I live in a somewhat small apartment. And by somewhat small, I mean – IF I DON’T GET A BIGGER APARTMENT REALLY SOON, […]Read More ›
So there is a crusty film on nearly everything I touch in this apartment, particularly – my cell phone, my blackberry, my apartment phone and the remote control. Also, the lower two feet of the stove, the fridge, and the dishwasher. And, the Bumbo, the high chair and 90 percent of Ellie’s toys. I spend […]Read More ›
YOU are taking your morning nap right now in our shared bedroom.
I am sitting naked on the couch in the living room, very excited that I had a chance to separate the 36 pounds of accumulated dirty laundry AND straighten my hair.
I’m naked because I just got out of the shower, and I’m no fool – I know that the moment I creep into our room to get some clean clothes, your big eyes will open and naptime will be over.
Ellie peed on my sheets. No. That is not the full confession. We were getting ready to leave for Grand Central Station to head out to Mimi and Papa’s house this weekend, and like a good mom, I decided to change her diaper before we left – even though we were running late AND I […]Read More ›
Or should I say – No more babies ROLLIN’ off the bed. Ellie is six months old, she rolls over with ease and scoots on her elbows and is making crawling motions with her knees. And something tells me that today was the day that we crossed the line from quasi-mobile to really g*d damn […]Read More ›
Wow. So okay…I started back to work. Proof of this in my appearance and the fact that everything in my life is one big blur. And blur might even be an overstatement…everything is one big black hole in my brain. I didn’t know it was St. Patrick’s Day until I sat down to write the […]Read More ›
The definition of oxymoron is more or less a figure of speech that combines contradictory terms. Well I have decided tonight, as Ellie sleeps soundly in her crib, that parenting combines contradictory emotions. And it is just strange. I will explain to you the thoughts that led me to this conclusion. So you know that […]Read More ›
Now notice I didn’t say poop IN my pants. That would be gross. But the discovery I made at the gym only hours ago confirmed what I had been suspecting since Ellie was born – I CAN NOT DATE UNTIL ELLIE GOES TO COLLEGE. And really, that isn’t so bad. If 30 is the new […]Read More ›
So I have noticed that almost every friend and family member that meets Ellie for the first time has nearly the same response. And it is comical. It goes something like this… The person will peek into the stroller or over my shoulder while saying, “Ooooohhhh….does she look like YOU?” And then the person will […]Read More ›