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I’m Baacckkk

Sunday, January 5th, 2014

Yes, I’m alive. Yes, this will sound like one of the countless form letters you received over the holidays, and no, it won’t be nearly as interesting. 

I just want to say that we finally moved 4 days before Christmas, which was 3 days after I got the stomach flu, 2 days after Phil got it, and 1 day before my sitter got it. I predicted my demise in my last post two weeks ago, so I can’t say I was surprised to wake up two midnight’s later barfing. Now it’s been a week since Emmett got pink eye and 5 days since Phil followed suit. I need to sage our new house for good health karma.

Despite some of these bumps, we managed to buy a real, live tree, decorate it, and settle into our house amid the cacophony of Christmas music competing with chain saws and sanders by our construction crew.

Now I am overcome with gratitude for the beautiful house we own and for an amazing crew who made it happen. I am so grateful for my health and that of my family’s. Whenever I get really sick, which isn’t often, it gives me such perspective on how people with chronic conditions have the will/stamina to fight.  I could barely move for at least a day, and I kept thinking, I don’t know how they do it. I think I would give up. I hope I never have to make that decision.

As I go into the year 2014, I plan on getting my writing back on track. I’ve missed it. I also want to make this a year in which I move a little slower. Not physically, because I happen to be a fast walker and I like to run. I’m talking more on a macro level. I don’t want to become so frazzled that I buy meat again from pseudo-Jesse on Breaking Bad, or that I get so stressed out that I come down with the stomach flu (though that may have happened no matter what). I feel really present with my kids, so they aren’t part of my resolution. But they are the reasons for them.

I plan on committing myself to yoga and running at least twice a week. I also want to commit to eating healthy in a way that I can reduce my cholesterol, which has gotten too high for my liking. I’m not a young parent, but I plan to be an old one. My mind body and spirit all need to be nurtured a little.

None of this out of reach. These are my realistic goals (and please tell me yours. It’s fun to hear).

Okay friends, this is where my boring Christmas letter ends and my New Year begins.

It’s good to be back.

(This picture was taken from our window on moving day. Pretty cool, huh?)

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Moths, Move, And A Barfing Baby

Tuesday, December 10th, 2013

I didn’t throw myself in front of a bus. I didn’t check myself into the psych ward. Yet. I didn’t buy more meat. And I’m trying like mad to remember the most basic human instinct: to breathe.

But I do know I’ve largely disappeared. Joe, my guest blogger, is writing some hilarious and oh-so-true blog posts to help me out while I swim upstream.

We are moving this week. All reasons for the above scenarios. Especially when I woke up this morning to Emmett vomiting. The ticking time bomb is upon us. I’m fully expecting us all to get sick. Which will happen first? Massive family barfing or the move? I’m guessing it will all happen at once. Except…I think the east coast snowstorm may have helped me out a bit.

We are moving into a house that is still under renovation. I pushed the date as far as I could. Movers booked for Wednesday and Thursday. But the place is full of sawdust and 17 workers. Now, my landlord is delayed on the east coast. So even though the movers are coming, we can now stay at our rental through the weekend. This is huge since I prefer to barf in a scenario I will soon be leaving. Bye germs. Have fun with the next tenant! We’re out of here.

But in the midst of all this chaos, I forgot about the moths. For two years we rented this place we have watched our wool and cashmere sweaters whittle away, piece by piece. My moths must be obese with the amount they’ve eaten. Once we realized it was happening (and threw away so much, as it was completely unsalvageable) I now have everything wool/cashmere in airtight bins with cedar planks. However, I am worried about the eggs that could be in all of our clothing. I want to make sure I don’t take any of these money-grubbing, wool-sucking pests with us.

So I woke up this morning and realized “F-ck. I have to wash every piece of clothing.” Then Em started barfing. Perfect. 

My question is, do I really have to wash everything? Even Fia and Emmett’s clothes? I don’t think they have moths. I’ve never seen one in their rooms and they don’t have wool or cashmere. And what about our sheets and towels? This seems to be a huge undertaking the day before we move. I know they can lay their eggs anywhere though. They only feast on wool/cashmere. Right now I have 4 huge plastic garbage bags full of clean clothes, tied up and staying moth-free. What’s another 10 more loads?

I know that the east/southeast coast is paralyzed with ice and snow and this may not be the biggest problem to anyone. Not even me, really. But I just wanted to check in, tell you why I wasn’t blogging so much, and on the off chance anyone has had a moth problem, I’d love to hear your advice.

Em just woke up from his nap and has diarrhea. So now I actually do have a bigger problem.

I will check in soon. Bye for now.

 

Pic of sick baby via Shutterstock

Moth pic via Shutterstock

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Moving Mid-Pregnancy: The Pacifier Gets to Stay! Yay Hooray!

Wednesday, December 21st, 2011

Author’s Note: Join me every Tuesday or Wednesday for “Moving Mid Pregnancy,” to read about my ongoing search for a new “everything” (from nannies to mom friends to health providers) while pregnant and living in a new city.

Sleeping Angel


Okay, I know she’s two. And for many parents that means the pacifier (or Bagdee, as Fia calls it) should already have gone into outer space. My pediatrician in Brooklyn told me to get rid of it before 18 months. That’s when they get really attached. We didn’t do it. Then came the move to LA. With that whole sh-t show of a plane ride/barfing baby, moving across the country, etc, we needed Bagdee as much as Fia did.

But now we’re settled. Except that…in 6 weeks all hell is going to break loose with Baby #2. And once again, Fia will find big changes in her little world. So it was with great trepidation I brought up my dilemma with her new pediatrician during the 2-year check up.

I explained to Dr. Iyer that Fia only has it during nap times and bedtime. And usually it falls out once she falls asleep.

When she looked in Fia’s mouth, she said she couldn’t tell that Fi was a paci-user. Then she gave a FREE PASS!!

She said with all the changes about to happen, and the fact that Fia is already hooked on Bagdee, not to worry about it. Just let it be. I also still give her a bottle at night, but only before bedtime. Then we brush her teeth. I cringed, waiting for Dr. Iyer to say it’s time to give that up too. Nope. Said that as long as we brush her teeth after and the bottle isn’t going in the crib with her, it’s fine. The only thing she had us do is switch from whole milk to 2%.

She also explained that with the new baby, he’ll presumably have a bottle and pacifier. So to take away both of those things from Fia, only to then “give” them to the new baby could cause her to feel sad/jealous/insecure, etc. I buy it. Happily.

(Side note: I’m planning to breastfeed, but I also don’t buy the whole “nipple confusion” thing and plan to do both bottle and boob. BTW–that’s another piece of faulty info I had from some in the natural community during my pregnancy with Fia–that if you introduce a bottle they won’t take the boob. I call B.S. on that one!).

So both bottle and Bagdee are going to stick around a while longer. Which leads me to wonder–should at least potty train? Get one hurdle out of the way… Thoughts?

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Fia Friday: LA Girl

Thursday, November 17th, 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!

She is looking very LA…..

Potato Chips for Lunch. Nice.

But don’t worry. She still represents…..

At Heart, She's Still a Brooklyn Girl

 

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What a Difference a Week Makes

Friday, November 11th, 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!

On Monday I cried. On Tuesday I had a mom date. On Wednesday night I mourned–but this time for the victims affected by my alma mater, Penn State. Today I am getting my feet on the ground. Finally.

Since Monday when I felt so overwhelmed by the move, the lack of mom friends, Fia’s sleep issues and lack of childcare for Fia, a few things have fallen into place.

First: the pre-nursery school. I found an amazing one called Segray. The woman who runs it, Annette, is all about keeping things simple. She wants to teach the kids gardening, and using recycled materials. She’s not about fancy toys. She doesn’t like chaos. Her program is 9-noon, and I’ve enrolled Fia two days a week. Today was her first day and she loved it. I put her in pigtails for the first time, though I need more practice. They look like a seesaw on her head, though here you just see one side.

First Day of Pre-Nursery

Tuesday was my mom date. A friend from when I was out here for a few months in 2010 came over. Her daughter is also Fia’s age and we all hit it right off. Another wave of relief. We are going on another date next week.

What’s not resolved is the sleep issue. And my anger at the crib tent. Click here for details.

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