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My Favorite Blog Posts of 2012

Sunday, January 6th, 2013

It’s 2013. Time to toot my horn! Time to tell you my favorite blogs that I wrote from 2012. This, in hopes you have so much free time, you’ll dive in and read all of them! Yes, I’m starting off the New Year giving you work and working on my own issue with modesty (screw those resolutions).

In all honesty, I’m going to throw my editor, Sherry, under the bus and tell the truth: She asked me to give a list of my favorite blog posts from last year. I’m not saying this to brag, but it was actually really hard to choose. Do I go funny? Serious? Newsy? Controversial? Each post I do is so personal and most of them I really try and put something out there that I feel strongly about. Whether by humor or conviction.

In the end, I picked a variety of subjects and tone. The ones I left out, but am still really glad I wrote (in case you feel like getting extra credit) are the saddest. The nanny who allegedly stabbed two kids to death, the Connecticut Shootings, the Penn State (my alma mater) molestation scandal. There actually is one that is incredibly sad that I did choose. But it’s a more personal sadness. You will know which one I’m talking about below. Here they are, in no particular order.

1. The Failure Hour. My most brilliant invention yet, and what I think every mom should do!

2. Fia Turning Three. Before you roll your eyes or skip over this one, I urge you to read it (assuming you have kids. Why else would you be reading my blog unless you’re really really bored?). It’s not just about Fia. It’s about the unquenchable love these babies bring to our lives.  And our quest to hold onto it. Tight.

3. Losing Justin. The magnitude of loss is still hard to fathom. Father of two young boys. Son to my Baba Yaga. My first cousin. When Justin was killed, so many hearts shattered. I would do anything to turn back time and say it isn’t so.  I want people to read this to understand how quickly life can change. And to send peace and light to all of us who will forever grieve his death.

4. Losing My Mom. I wrote this on the one-year anniversary of my mom’s death. It actually gave me great peace to write it and to know she is in a better place. Especially since much of her life was so tragic.

5. My Embarrassing Pregnancy Problem. Okay, this has the word “Ugly Vag” in the first sentence. How can you not be intrigued?

6. Should Depressed People Procreate? Hell yeah! I did and I have the happiest babies on the block.  Lots of judgment here from those who have never been depressed.

7. The Death of Rody. I’m happy to report we have a new one. He is blue. And he’s an indoor Rody now. This, after the still-mysterious toy killer hit our yard. Last night we saw SIX–yes SIX coyotes on our street. I have my suspicions…I’m thinking coyote puppies who are teething…

8. Homebirth–I Don’t Get it. And still don’t. But I will say I am lessening my judgement with baby #2 on a few things…like cosleeping. I still believe strongly in sleep training. But I do get on some level why people sleep with their babies–because they are delicious. I do it from time to time. And did quite a bit with Emmett for the first 8 months. I just think you have to have a baseline of good sleep, both yours and your baby’s, before you go down that road.

9. A Monkey Made Me Lactate. Enough said.

10. Why The Boob Rocks. You would think this post would have been well-received by most. But oh no. There is a line in there that stirred so much controversy, I had to open another bottle of wine while blissfully nursing Emmett. In fact, I got so drunk I passed out and decided to make drinking to oblivion while breastfeeding a nightly habit. In fact, I’m in a blackout now.

 

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Fia Friday: Who Killed Rody? The Mystery Continues…

Friday, October 19th, 2012

The investigation carries on with no real clues in sight. But this insane animal is now moving on from mutilating Rody to death to torturing Fia’s trampoline. WTF? Does he have no heart? Is his mission in life to single-handedly destroy my daughter’s toys one by one?

We got our animal trap all set up. I may get a surveillance camera too.

In the meantime, check out these bite marks. He’s definitely teething…

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Toy Killer On The Loose

Thursday, October 11th, 2012

He attacks in the night and without warning. He bites off ears and rips out stomachs. He is violent, vicious, and clearly angry. We don’t know where he came from or where he went. We don’t know what he looks like.  But one thing is certain: he is out for blood. Or actually rubber. Maybe he is teething. Whatever this beast is, he committed murder in our yard last night.

Rody Is Dead. D-E-A-D.

We are deflated. So is he.

We loved you, Rody. We adopted you from our Brooklyn friends, Ozzie and Kerstin Walz. We loved you like our own. You were a happy, bouncy boy the night before. You skipped across the yard, with Fia propelling you the whole way.  You were a red bubble of joy in an otherwise gray world. We are in mourning.

All we know is this: He was dragged across our yard and down a set of steps. His ears were torn off and his body bit into in such a way only a savage would be capable. Or perhaps a couple of ferocious animals on a playdate gone array.

And yes, I’m assuming this violent beast is a male. There was way too much testosterone to explain otherwise.

R.I.P. RODY (2006-2012)

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