Saturday night the four of us braved (another) winter storm and headed into the City. It was cold and snowy and blustery and the streets were treacherous and oddly unplowed--in short, leaving the house was about the last thing I wanted to do.
Our local train station always looks so romantic at night.
But we had a very, VERY important destination.
BROADWAY. For Leo and Ellie's first show: (Aladdin)!
Photo courtesy The Washington Post
I was twenty six when I saw my first Broadway show, on a trip to New York a few month before moving there (it was "Rent" of course). What lucky kids these guys are!
Terrible picture, wonderful time.
The excitement was palpable. "How many more minutes, Mommy?" I must have heard that about fifteen times. I can't say I blamed her. It IS a big deal.
The show was wonderful. Like all great Broadway musicals it had fabulous music, wonderful dancing and stunning special effects.
As the lights went up at intermission I leaned forward to gauge Leo's reaction. "Mommy, I love it!" he announced, grinning from ear to ear.
But of course it wasn't just about the play--it was about being able to share this experience with the kids. I've been playing them Broadway show tunes since they were infants and they know that Broadway is a big deal to me (I'm a self-professed Musical Theater Nerd, as you know). So now they know what all the fuss is about, and they have first hand proof that their Mommy isn't too crazy after all--that Broadway IS pretty amazing.
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Friday, October 22, 2010
Take Your Ellie To Work Day
Ellie came to work with me today.
She was very impressed by all the "high buildings" and loved seeing the swarms of taxi cabs (she's a fan of the "Taxi" song). But ultimately, I think if you asked her she would say the highlight was definitely the candy corn on my desk.
Look at that concentration. You could power a small city with that intensity.
She kept asking for "just one more" (she is the absolute queen of just one more).
At the end of the day she announced she was taking one corn home for Mama and one for Leo. The corns lasted about two blocks.
TGIF!
She was very impressed by all the "high buildings" and loved seeing the swarms of taxi cabs (she's a fan of the "Taxi" song). But ultimately, I think if you asked her she would say the highlight was definitely the candy corn on my desk.
Look at that concentration. You could power a small city with that intensity.
She kept asking for "just one more" (she is the absolute queen of just one more).
At the end of the day she announced she was taking one corn home for Mama and one for Leo. The corns lasted about two blocks.
TGIF!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Eagle Eye
This must be some kind of a record. I saw two young women with Down syndrome in a ten block walk from my bus to my office this morning.
The first one I recognized from the back. It was her build and her gait. Of course as I passed her I had to confirm it and yes! She was probably about twelve and was holding her grandma's hand. I am always so impressed when I see older kids that appear to be so, well, calm. Leo is NOT calm (I know he's barely five, what do I expect?). I so wanted to stare and eavesdrop (shouldn't we all get some kind of ID tag that allows us free reign to communicate without being judged as freaks, with other families with kids with Down syndrome?).
I swear I can spot them from a block away. It's funny how you develop this sense.
The second girl I saw right outside my office building. She was holding the hand of a young man, maybe her brother? They looked alike.
Anyway, it was just kind of cool. We are everywhere! And apparently out in full force today in New York City.
The first one I recognized from the back. It was her build and her gait. Of course as I passed her I had to confirm it and yes! She was probably about twelve and was holding her grandma's hand. I am always so impressed when I see older kids that appear to be so, well, calm. Leo is NOT calm (I know he's barely five, what do I expect?). I so wanted to stare and eavesdrop (shouldn't we all get some kind of ID tag that allows us free reign to communicate without being judged as freaks, with other families with kids with Down syndrome?).
I swear I can spot them from a block away. It's funny how you develop this sense.
The second girl I saw right outside my office building. She was holding the hand of a young man, maybe her brother? They looked alike.
Anyway, it was just kind of cool. We are everywhere! And apparently out in full force today in New York City.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sweating, Gardening, Funny Doctor and A Reason I Put Up With It
Well we all survived the first, strange little heat wave of 2009. I kept having to pinch myself that it was April. I also forgot how cranky the heat makes me. I have no problem admitting I am so not a hot weather person. I mean it’s fine if all you have to do is sprawl next to the pool sipping margaritas or something, but life isn’t quite like that right now.
On a positive note, this summer, with a confidently mobile Ellie is going to be fun! Last summer she was still crawling and then started walking right around her first birthday (July) but even after that she was not “sturdy,” so there was lots of hovering around her, making sure she didn’t wipe out on the deck stair or tumble off the slide. Now, I can just deposit her and her brother in the backyard and be on my merry way! OK not exactly, but it’s a lot more relaxing. Oh, except for the CONSTANT FIGHTING OVER OUTSIDE TOYS.
I try not to let that bother me too much. And did I mention how refreshing white wine is in the heat?
And all those perennials I planted last year? The ones the damn dog did her best to destroy (to punish us for not walking her enough, she’s a smarty, that Ruby), THEY’RE COMING BACK! In little fits and starts and in some cases, pathetically, but there are definite signs of life. It warms my heart, as I’d written the yard off this year. Not enough time or money and with the dog and her destructive tendencies I felt like I’d be better off just burning a pile of cash than replacing all the plants she dug up last year. I’ll post some pictures when there is something worth showing.
In other exciting suburban news, we bought a push mower, which I’m quite excited about. We had to let the “gardener” go (thanks daycare price hike) so we’re going DIY. I have to say I’m not going to miss that infernal leaf blower the gardener used and I feel nice and “green” not using a gas mower. And I’m not just saying this because Erin is going to have to do all the work (I promise I’ll mow too Honey!).
To recap from last week, the doctor asked me a ton of questions and took a lot of blood. I’m supposed to get the results back today. He thinks my tiredness is related to “lifestyle,” (you know all the boozing and partying I do—why does lifestyle have a sort of seedy connotation?). Since I put the blame on my so called lifestyle squarely on my children, I joked with the doctor that perhaps I should consider getting rid of the kids.
“At the very least, you should drug them,” he answered.
I have to love a doctor with a sense of humor.
After my appointment I cut across Central Park to the West Side, where I catch my bus. I wish I’d had my camera. It was one of those quintessential New York spring days (if you’ve ever lived here you know that spring is about four days long and it’s not uncommon to go from cold and rain to unforgiving 90 degree humidity: Hi summer!). Needless to say, we appreciate our often short lived spring.
On Friday, the cherry blossoms were exploding, the tulips dancing, the row boats in the lake were bumper to bumper while there was a line for the motorized sail boats, which glided across the water like little ballerinas. There were baby strollers and nannies and mommys and giggling toddlers as far as the eye could see. But by far my favorite “snapshot” was the giant golden retriever sitting next to his “mom” on a bench, like he was person, or more like a regal king, admiring his kingdom.
The whole park seemed to be bathed in an ethereal, other worldly, perfect Manhattan- Woody Allenesque glow. Like I said, a camera was needed and pictures would have been worth a thousand words so I’ll shut up about it now. I’ll just say it was one of those days where it felt worth it, to put up with all the hassle--the grumpy, shoving people, the honking horns, the odiferous, crowded sidewalks--just to be in this glorious city. It can truly be a pain in the ass, but also: amazing.
On a positive note, this summer, with a confidently mobile Ellie is going to be fun! Last summer she was still crawling and then started walking right around her first birthday (July) but even after that she was not “sturdy,” so there was lots of hovering around her, making sure she didn’t wipe out on the deck stair or tumble off the slide. Now, I can just deposit her and her brother in the backyard and be on my merry way! OK not exactly, but it’s a lot more relaxing. Oh, except for the CONSTANT FIGHTING OVER OUTSIDE TOYS.
I try not to let that bother me too much. And did I mention how refreshing white wine is in the heat?
And all those perennials I planted last year? The ones the damn dog did her best to destroy (to punish us for not walking her enough, she’s a smarty, that Ruby), THEY’RE COMING BACK! In little fits and starts and in some cases, pathetically, but there are definite signs of life. It warms my heart, as I’d written the yard off this year. Not enough time or money and with the dog and her destructive tendencies I felt like I’d be better off just burning a pile of cash than replacing all the plants she dug up last year. I’ll post some pictures when there is something worth showing.
In other exciting suburban news, we bought a push mower, which I’m quite excited about. We had to let the “gardener” go (thanks daycare price hike) so we’re going DIY. I have to say I’m not going to miss that infernal leaf blower the gardener used and I feel nice and “green” not using a gas mower. And I’m not just saying this because Erin is going to have to do all the work (I promise I’ll mow too Honey!).
To recap from last week, the doctor asked me a ton of questions and took a lot of blood. I’m supposed to get the results back today. He thinks my tiredness is related to “lifestyle,” (you know all the boozing and partying I do—why does lifestyle have a sort of seedy connotation?). Since I put the blame on my so called lifestyle squarely on my children, I joked with the doctor that perhaps I should consider getting rid of the kids.
“At the very least, you should drug them,” he answered.
I have to love a doctor with a sense of humor.
After my appointment I cut across Central Park to the West Side, where I catch my bus. I wish I’d had my camera. It was one of those quintessential New York spring days (if you’ve ever lived here you know that spring is about four days long and it’s not uncommon to go from cold and rain to unforgiving 90 degree humidity: Hi summer!). Needless to say, we appreciate our often short lived spring.
On Friday, the cherry blossoms were exploding, the tulips dancing, the row boats in the lake were bumper to bumper while there was a line for the motorized sail boats, which glided across the water like little ballerinas. There were baby strollers and nannies and mommys and giggling toddlers as far as the eye could see. But by far my favorite “snapshot” was the giant golden retriever sitting next to his “mom” on a bench, like he was person, or more like a regal king, admiring his kingdom.
The whole park seemed to be bathed in an ethereal, other worldly, perfect Manhattan- Woody Allenesque glow. Like I said, a camera was needed and pictures would have been worth a thousand words so I’ll shut up about it now. I’ll just say it was one of those days where it felt worth it, to put up with all the hassle--the grumpy, shoving people, the honking horns, the odiferous, crowded sidewalks--just to be in this glorious city. It can truly be a pain in the ass, but also: amazing.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Typical Birthday Party and “Retarded” Playgroup
Saturday morning Leo and Ellie went to a mutual friend’s birthday party at a play space. I guess here in New Jersey play spaces are The place to have a party (we had an invite for Leo for another one in our mailbox when we got home Saturday night -yay I love parties!). I completely see the appeal but I think it’s funny though that we all finally (I say “all” in reference to the many people we know where we live who have made the exodus from cramped NYC apartments to “spacious” houses) have the space to have parties and yet it’s so popular to not have them at home.
That’s beside the point. Both kids had a blast climbing the massive play structure-and I do mean massive. It must have been 20 feet tall, basically it looked like a giant hamster activity center (the plastic ones with the tunnels). Ellie was pretty brazen for a little thing-she held her own with the three and four year olds no problem. I had a few heart pounding moments where I couldn’t spot either kid (I knew they couldn’t go far but it’s still not a mom’s happiest moment). And Leo is very fast. Thank goodness I did see him out of the corner of my eye sneak into the party room or there may have been far fewer cupcakes than the host had originally planned.
Leo pretty much sticks to himself at these things. He didn’t want to participate in circle time, wanted nothing to do with the jumpy-apparatus that was blown up after the dancing. Fine, whatever. He was content to climb and slide and climb and slide some more.
Both kids also had a great time with this contraption-not sure what to call it. It involved climbing a little ladder and then sliding while hanging. You get the idea. See an earlier post for a video, though the shot below does feature a lovely view of Leo's cute outie belly button.
And he was quite happy to go eat pizza in the party room but insisted on beginning his meal sitting under the table. I don’t know what it is, if it’s the noise or the crowds but he does this often when faced with a group of people. Just ideal for social situations! It was ok though. I mean, I’m over being embarrassed or self-conscious about it. Eventually he sat down and ate his pizza like everyone else.
Of course I would like Leo to be the Down syndrome poster child in these kinds of “typical” social situations and act like everyone else. Of course I think that invariably people see him doing something weird (eating his pizza under the table) and think that he’s being “weird” because he has Down syndrome and therefore people with Down syndrome are weird.
But like I said, Leo eventually came up from his subterranean position and joined the rest of the party. And he loved singing “Happy Birthday” (one of his favorite songs ever) and he clapped the loudest and longest of anyone when the song was completed. But then. After Leo was finished eating he jumped up and zoomed back out to the play space. I figure his thought process was “good food, now I’m full, let’s play some more!” Makes perfect sense, right? The only problem is, there was another party going on in the play space. And after we ate it was our cue to leave.
Our exit was a touch humiliating. As much as I can say it doesn’t bother me that Leo ate part of his pizza under the table, it does bother me that I had to wrestle him into the stroller in order to control him from running away from me. Without help and with Ellie in tow, that was the only way I was going to get us all out of that building in one piece. I’m sure the fact that Leo was exhausted didn’t help matters, it just would have been nice to not have to push my 4 ½ year old out of the party hysterically crying, in a stroller. But then I have to remind myself that Leo isn’t really 4 ½, developmentally. And I’m pretty sure we weren’t the only ones having party-exit-emotional-outbursts (though I honestly didn’t see any that were quite as vocal as ours). And there was a moment when I had to dash from the party room to the playroom to retrieve Leo when I left Ellie completely unsupervised so that was a little scary. It happened so quickly that I wasn’t able to grab a parent to see if they could look after her for a second while I attended to Leo. Not to be dramatic, I mean it’s not like she was playing next to a swimming pool or anything. When I went back to get her she was carrying someone’s mary janes around. That little girl likes shoes.
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Later that day was the New York City Down syndrome parent group/play group. I knew some of the parents in real life, others I’d only exchanged emails with (a few were particularly helpful when I sent out the desperate “sleep problems for a preschooler” email a month or so ago). It was a nice mixture of ages of kids, I think the youngest was seven months old. It threw me a little when one mom, her son almost two, smiled at Leo as he barked like a dog on all fours inside a “house” made of cushions, and told me it was “great to see older kids who were doing so well.” Wasn’t it just last week that I attended my first playgroup with infant Leo, studying the faces and movements of the “old” (four and five year old) kids with a mixture of curiosity, tenderness and terror?
Sorry, gratuitous baby Leo picture. Since I didn’t have a blog when he was a baby I feel that he missed out on being shown off as a newborn. That baby I saw on Saturday looked an awful lot like this:
As an aside, I know that all sleeping babies kind of look alike but it’s really eerie to me how similar sleeping babies with Down syndrome look alike. The little 7-month old on Saturday that we met, when he passed out on his mother’s chest it was like seeing a sleepy infant Leo. It almost made me shiver.
In addition to the adorable sleeping 7-month old, there was a gregarious 8-year-old with a wonderful sense of humor. She told me “Babies (i.e. Ellie) are not allowed to play on boats” (there was a large boat climbing structure in the center of the playroom). She also reached over and while we were talking, sweetly (some might say I guess, inappropriately) tucked my hair behind my ear.
I met the mom of a toddler who told me her diagnosis story. We all have one, whether it was finding out on the operating room table (me) or prenatally and over the phone by a genetic counselor (her). She told me how insensitive her genetic counselor was, pausing to take another call and putting her on hold in the middle of the life changing news. Her description of the events in that phone call? “Retarded.” She said it with a straight face, and without missing a beat.
I waited after she said it, a second or two, expecting her to look embarrassed or apologetic. Wasn’t that word banned from “our” vocabulary? Ironically, I had just heard my beloved Dan Savage use “retarded” on a recent podcast and cringed. He quickly followed it up with a humorous explanation that only he could get away with. Ordinarily, retarded as an adjective is a deal breaker for me. In fact, I just had drinks with some old friends and one of them dropped the “R” bomb, knowing full well about Leo. I stupidly kept my mouth shut and haven't thought of this "friend" in the same way since.
I once had a friend who used the word a continuously. It bothered me and I finally said something to her about it. Her response? She didn’t think of Leo as retarded, therefore the term wasn’t any insult. To her.
Where am I going with all of this in, to borrow one of Amy’s expressions, this rather unblogosphere friendly length. I guess I just found the use of “retarded,” by the mother of a child with Down syndrome as interesting. But maybe some of us are like my friend, they don’t see our kids as retarded in that way. Our kids have delays. Our kids are different. Our kids do things in their own time. But they are not like, retarded. As babies, when they sleep they look like angels. They sing “Happy Birthday” louder and longer than anyone at a birthday party. They sweetly tuck hair behind an ear. To be fair they also have ugly fits when it’s time to leave a birthday party, but they are not retarded. Retarded is so school yard bully. So ugly. Maybe it’s that the original definition of the word has changed and been replaced by things like “special needs” and therefore retarded can be returned to it pejorative status, but not relating to actual people. Whatever. And they can say what they want but I hardly think we've come to the point as other minorities have in which we have "reclaimed" our ugly word (I'm thinking of the n-word, queer) into something that is no longer (at least to some) icky. Maybe I'm old fashioned but I still think it’s ugly and I can’t shake it. And I won’t use it. And it stings when I hear someone else say it, even if their kid does have Down syndrome.
That’s beside the point. Both kids had a blast climbing the massive play structure-and I do mean massive. It must have been 20 feet tall, basically it looked like a giant hamster activity center (the plastic ones with the tunnels). Ellie was pretty brazen for a little thing-she held her own with the three and four year olds no problem. I had a few heart pounding moments where I couldn’t spot either kid (I knew they couldn’t go far but it’s still not a mom’s happiest moment). And Leo is very fast. Thank goodness I did see him out of the corner of my eye sneak into the party room or there may have been far fewer cupcakes than the host had originally planned.
Leo pretty much sticks to himself at these things. He didn’t want to participate in circle time, wanted nothing to do with the jumpy-apparatus that was blown up after the dancing. Fine, whatever. He was content to climb and slide and climb and slide some more.
Both kids also had a great time with this contraption-not sure what to call it. It involved climbing a little ladder and then sliding while hanging. You get the idea. See an earlier post for a video, though the shot below does feature a lovely view of Leo's cute outie belly button.
And he was quite happy to go eat pizza in the party room but insisted on beginning his meal sitting under the table. I don’t know what it is, if it’s the noise or the crowds but he does this often when faced with a group of people. Just ideal for social situations! It was ok though. I mean, I’m over being embarrassed or self-conscious about it. Eventually he sat down and ate his pizza like everyone else.
Of course I would like Leo to be the Down syndrome poster child in these kinds of “typical” social situations and act like everyone else. Of course I think that invariably people see him doing something weird (eating his pizza under the table) and think that he’s being “weird” because he has Down syndrome and therefore people with Down syndrome are weird.
But like I said, Leo eventually came up from his subterranean position and joined the rest of the party. And he loved singing “Happy Birthday” (one of his favorite songs ever) and he clapped the loudest and longest of anyone when the song was completed. But then. After Leo was finished eating he jumped up and zoomed back out to the play space. I figure his thought process was “good food, now I’m full, let’s play some more!” Makes perfect sense, right? The only problem is, there was another party going on in the play space. And after we ate it was our cue to leave.
Our exit was a touch humiliating. As much as I can say it doesn’t bother me that Leo ate part of his pizza under the table, it does bother me that I had to wrestle him into the stroller in order to control him from running away from me. Without help and with Ellie in tow, that was the only way I was going to get us all out of that building in one piece. I’m sure the fact that Leo was exhausted didn’t help matters, it just would have been nice to not have to push my 4 ½ year old out of the party hysterically crying, in a stroller. But then I have to remind myself that Leo isn’t really 4 ½, developmentally. And I’m pretty sure we weren’t the only ones having party-exit-emotional-outbursts (though I honestly didn’t see any that were quite as vocal as ours). And there was a moment when I had to dash from the party room to the playroom to retrieve Leo when I left Ellie completely unsupervised so that was a little scary. It happened so quickly that I wasn’t able to grab a parent to see if they could look after her for a second while I attended to Leo. Not to be dramatic, I mean it’s not like she was playing next to a swimming pool or anything. When I went back to get her she was carrying someone’s mary janes around. That little girl likes shoes.
************************************************************
Later that day was the New York City Down syndrome parent group/play group. I knew some of the parents in real life, others I’d only exchanged emails with (a few were particularly helpful when I sent out the desperate “sleep problems for a preschooler” email a month or so ago). It was a nice mixture of ages of kids, I think the youngest was seven months old. It threw me a little when one mom, her son almost two, smiled at Leo as he barked like a dog on all fours inside a “house” made of cushions, and told me it was “great to see older kids who were doing so well.” Wasn’t it just last week that I attended my first playgroup with infant Leo, studying the faces and movements of the “old” (four and five year old) kids with a mixture of curiosity, tenderness and terror?
Sorry, gratuitous baby Leo picture. Since I didn’t have a blog when he was a baby I feel that he missed out on being shown off as a newborn. That baby I saw on Saturday looked an awful lot like this:
As an aside, I know that all sleeping babies kind of look alike but it’s really eerie to me how similar sleeping babies with Down syndrome look alike. The little 7-month old on Saturday that we met, when he passed out on his mother’s chest it was like seeing a sleepy infant Leo. It almost made me shiver.
In addition to the adorable sleeping 7-month old, there was a gregarious 8-year-old with a wonderful sense of humor. She told me “Babies (i.e. Ellie) are not allowed to play on boats” (there was a large boat climbing structure in the center of the playroom). She also reached over and while we were talking, sweetly (some might say I guess, inappropriately) tucked my hair behind my ear.
I met the mom of a toddler who told me her diagnosis story. We all have one, whether it was finding out on the operating room table (me) or prenatally and over the phone by a genetic counselor (her). She told me how insensitive her genetic counselor was, pausing to take another call and putting her on hold in the middle of the life changing news. Her description of the events in that phone call? “Retarded.” She said it with a straight face, and without missing a beat.
I waited after she said it, a second or two, expecting her to look embarrassed or apologetic. Wasn’t that word banned from “our” vocabulary? Ironically, I had just heard my beloved Dan Savage use “retarded” on a recent podcast and cringed. He quickly followed it up with a humorous explanation that only he could get away with. Ordinarily, retarded as an adjective is a deal breaker for me. In fact, I just had drinks with some old friends and one of them dropped the “R” bomb, knowing full well about Leo. I stupidly kept my mouth shut and haven't thought of this "friend" in the same way since.
I once had a friend who used the word a continuously. It bothered me and I finally said something to her about it. Her response? She didn’t think of Leo as retarded, therefore the term wasn’t any insult. To her.
Where am I going with all of this in, to borrow one of Amy’s expressions, this rather unblogosphere friendly length. I guess I just found the use of “retarded,” by the mother of a child with Down syndrome as interesting. But maybe some of us are like my friend, they don’t see our kids as retarded in that way. Our kids have delays. Our kids are different. Our kids do things in their own time. But they are not like, retarded. As babies, when they sleep they look like angels. They sing “Happy Birthday” louder and longer than anyone at a birthday party. They sweetly tuck hair behind an ear. To be fair they also have ugly fits when it’s time to leave a birthday party, but they are not retarded. Retarded is so school yard bully. So ugly. Maybe it’s that the original definition of the word has changed and been replaced by things like “special needs” and therefore retarded can be returned to it pejorative status, but not relating to actual people. Whatever. And they can say what they want but I hardly think we've come to the point as other minorities have in which we have "reclaimed" our ugly word (I'm thinking of the n-word, queer) into something that is no longer (at least to some) icky. Maybe I'm old fashioned but I still think it’s ugly and I can’t shake it. And I won’t use it. And it stings when I hear someone else say it, even if their kid does have Down syndrome.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Dora Exhibit: Overwhelmed.
Check out the sixth photo (I hate the order in which these posted, did not mean for all the ones of Ellie to come first). It's the Deer in Headlights expression on Leo’s face. He seems to be saying, what do I do first?
That last shot of him sleeping was in the car after the museum, lunch, and a cupcake from Batch.* And all was right with the world.
Think he had a good time?
Ellie enjoyed herself as well. When we got home Leo kept sleeping and Ellie and I had a photo shoot in the backyard. I am so glad the weather is nice now as the outdoor shots are so much better (without flash). By the way, Ellie does not like grass. She kept trying to crawl off the blanket and when she felt the grass she made a face and returned to the blanket.
Too bad about the car in the background of all those outdoor Ellie shots. My stepdad has instilled in me that the background is as important as the main subject of the photo--hard to do (at least for me) when you are shooting babies and kids.
*I don't care what anyone says. Magnolia Bakery is totally overrated. Batch wins the best NYC cupcake award in my book, hands down.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Oh the glamour of Saturday night
Partner is out tonight and I am home with wet hair and a pile of laundry aching to be folded and two (for the moment) sleeping children. Ellie has a habit of going down and then waking up just when I want to go to sleep. Oh well. I should enjoy the peace while I have it.
I feel such a sense of urgency when they are asleep, like there is so much I should DO. Instead I surf mindlessly on the web and read and reread Bloggers "how to post a photo" directions to no avail--I am smart, why don't I get it? I really want to show you guys my adorable children!!!
Today was lovely. I would have loved to have posted photos of Leo feeding the goats and sheep at the zoo, and of Ellie, looking so grown up in the Maclaren stroller, having graduated from her carseat/Snap N Go stroller deal. Can I also just mention what a melow little joy she is? Such a happy, happy baby. Leo did really well at the zoo too. The last time we went to the zoo was on Halloween and I can see the difference in him even from then--he follows directions so much better and is just not so all over the place. It was almost mild today--spring is visible. I even saw lupine and some hostas in the yard, eaking their little heads out. I wish I had more time and money for gardening.
Oh, and the Big East Coast City we are near? That would be NYC. I didn't mean to be too mysterious.
Now who can help me post pictures. I am following the directions but it just loads and loads forever. So frustrating!
I feel such a sense of urgency when they are asleep, like there is so much I should DO. Instead I surf mindlessly on the web and read and reread Bloggers "how to post a photo" directions to no avail--I am smart, why don't I get it? I really want to show you guys my adorable children!!!
Today was lovely. I would have loved to have posted photos of Leo feeding the goats and sheep at the zoo, and of Ellie, looking so grown up in the Maclaren stroller, having graduated from her carseat/Snap N Go stroller deal. Can I also just mention what a melow little joy she is? Such a happy, happy baby. Leo did really well at the zoo too. The last time we went to the zoo was on Halloween and I can see the difference in him even from then--he follows directions so much better and is just not so all over the place. It was almost mild today--spring is visible. I even saw lupine and some hostas in the yard, eaking their little heads out. I wish I had more time and money for gardening.
Oh, and the Big East Coast City we are near? That would be NYC. I didn't mean to be too mysterious.
Now who can help me post pictures. I am following the directions but it just loads and loads forever. So frustrating!
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