Monday, November 28th, 2011
Author’s Note: Join me every Monday as I share Fia’s ongoing milestone (mis)adventures–from potty training to talking to everything in between. Mayhem and mischief guaranteed on Milestone Monday!
Friday is Fia’s 2-year old birthday. What a difference a year makes. Last year I was in tears over the 1-year old milestone. I was overtaken by emotions. It just felt like such an accomplishment to have made it through that first year….especially those first months. I had a little party at our apartment with a few of her friends.
This year I feel almost unemotional about it. Not that it hasn’t been a phenomenal year, but I guess I just don’t feel like making a production out of it, emotional or otherwise. Thus we have nothing planned. Nada.
I did run in a frenzy to Babies R Us last week when I realized it was almost December. I hate shopping. Just thinking about indoor areas with florescent lights gives me a headache. One store plus the Internet is about all I can handle. I don’t think she’ll need therapy down the road for this, but for some reason, I feel guilty for not feeling guilty. I mean, should we at least have a friend of hers over and blow out a candle? (To quote my Brooklyn therapist, “”should” is shit. Don’t “should” yourself.”)
If I dig deep, I guess the one thing that hits me is she’s now officially in “mid-toddler” stage. Right? She’s not necessarily “a baby” anymore. I love it when I’m at the playground and other moms tell their bigger tots, “be careful of the baby.” I will be sad when I’m telling her that. Of course, that scenario is right around the corner with her baby brother coming January 25th. But she’ll always be “baby” to me. To the outside world, she’ll soon start to become “a big girl.” Small sob.
So in conclusion (sorry if this sounds like a book report), I think I’ll just go with doing very little this year. I’ll smother her as always with as many kisses and hugs as she’ll allow. And I’ll watch as she delights in ripping open her presents, more excited about tearing paper than what’s inside. We’ll get a cupcake and a candle. And the three of us, plus Wayne will celebrate. Then we’ll call it a day. And I’ll officially have a 2-year old.
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Friday, November 25th, 2011
Author’s Note: Join me every Friday for a dose of cuteness as I share snapshots of Fia. Adorable photos are guaranteed on Fia Friday!
Had a great Thanksgiving. My two girlfriends came over to help me cook, plus other friends came to eat. We had about 10 people in our new house. Was so much fun to entertain. Here’s the gist of the day:
While Turkey Cooked, We Hiked
Griffith Park is Right Outside Our Door
Fia played with her “older girlfriend” Aggie….
Fia Loves Playing W/ Big Girls
Then Turkey Time!
Turkey Time for Ms Fi
We Are Ready for the Feast
Before bedtime, Fia and Daddy play piano….
Finally, mama relaxes…..
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Monday, October 17th, 2011
Strolling Fia and Wayne (in bottom basket) home. A mere 50-pounds in total. Good times.
No doubt about it: working moms have it tough. But I think I have solved the riddle as to why NYC is kicking my SAH-freelance mommy butt.
Now don’t get me wrong: most of my friends are working moms and they have their own unique set of challenges. However, I’ve noticed in telling them we’re moving to LA I get the same confused look. I explain that city living is really hard with a baby. They look a bit puzzled. Here’s why:
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Friday, October 7th, 2011
Refusing To Eat
It’s amazing the yin and yang of motherhood. This Sunday, while Phil was on day 9 of his epic LA journey (that I thought would never end), my two closest mom friends took me to brunch. Sans babies. It was heaven. We actually went to a nice place, complete with linen tablecloths. I didn’t find myself grabbing for the ketchup before Fia flung it across the room; the water and ice remained on the table; we didn’t pull out crayons as an act of desperation. And the conversation. Oh my god, the conversation. We actually spoke in complete sentences. I realized I still really do know the English language.
After that, I treated myself to a prenatal massage. I had no qualms about leaving Fia with the sitter for the majority of the day. I needed the break. Between Phil’s absence, the impending move to LA and subletting our Brooklyn apartment, the pregnancy and my freelance work, I could easily justify the R & R.
In short, Sunday was glorious.
That’s what awoke me at 5:15 Monday morning. WTF? Fia sleeps until 6:30. Except Monday she decided to throw me a fast one. The rest of the day consisted of dodging curve balls (I know nothing about baseball, so pardon if my puns are messed up).
By that evening, I was so spent I just camped out on the couch with Sesame Street. I couldn’t deal.
I put her in her high chair with food and waited for the clock to hit 6:30—that’s when we begin the bedtime routine. She sat there, not touching anything.
I asked her (from the couch) to please eat. Instead, she took a gob of peanut butter and wiped it in her hair. Then did this devilish “heh heh heh” laugh. I kid you not, it kinda freaked me out. Maybe she is possessed? Do I need a priest? Maybe I was so tired my imagination was running wild. I took her out and gave her a bath.
She loves the bath. This night, she hated it. Screamed the whole time. And did that devil laugh. Good god. She threw water everywhere. I got done as quickly as I could, changed into comfy sweats myself, then gave her the bottle. She drank all of it, and I had a glimpse of optimism that I would soon be off the clock, in my comfy clothes, relaxing. I pulled her to my shoulders to hug her goodnight as I always do.
Are you f–king kidding me? I look at her and myself. We were covered in barf. What amazes me is how calm I am outwardly. I think I just go into my own possessed trance mode. Inside though, I wanted to cry. And scream. And maybe break something. Instead, I put us both in the shower, with our clothes on, peeling them off and washing off the barf. Neither of us enjoyed the experience. I got us both into our pajamas, said good night and she went down.
I sat on the couch thinking about what a difference a day makes. Sometimes it’s too my benefit. Other times like this, when the massage/brunch/relaxation go out the window at the speed of lightning, it’s to my detriment. It just amazes me how fast moods and scenarios can change with a toddler. I guess that’s life and it’s nothing I don’t already know. It’s just more magnified now, since it’s not all about me. In the end the ebbs and flows even out, right? They must. I hope so.
Suffice it to say, Phil came home on a red-eye later this week. I don’t know who was happier to see him: me or Fi. It makes me realize that gaps he fills in. We trade off mornings getting up with her. And he takes over at 6 pm and gets her fed and ready for bed. I’ll be relieved in a few short weeks when we’re all in LA together and this solo parenting thing becomes a rarity. I don’t know how the single moms out there do it, or the military moms, or anyone who parents alone. But I know one thing: I bow deeply to them.
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Friday, October 7th, 2011
Fia’s latest milestone is chatter. It is so damn cute I can hardly stand it. At 22 months, she is almost saying complete sentences. She also makes me realize all the grunts, groans and words I use. I’ll clear my throat. She’ll imitate—hmmm didn’t even realize I cleared my throat.
She also says the word “sure” super enthusiastically. She says it to a lot of things. If she’s in a “sure” mood, Phil and I say things like, “Fia, do you want to wipe Wayne’s nose?” “SURE!” she says. “Fia, do you want to mop the floor?” “SURE!”
I swear, when you have a baby, you don’t need to pay for entertainment. They provide it for free.
She’s very specific when it comes to “no.” She says it in such an emphatic way; it cracks me up every time.
She is still trying to master jumping. She can’t quite get both feet off the ground yet, so she kind of shuffles them both and jumps with one leg, all the while saying, “jump jump jump.” Again, hilarious.
I love hearing her little voice. And seeing all these small, but significant milestones.
We finally got some of them on video. Must remember to capture all this.
Would love to hear some of your funny milestones with your babes.
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