Sunday, December 31, 2006

Happy New Year...Haiku


Five fifty P.M.
I've started drinking bubbly.
Snoring loud by ten!
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Missing this again.
Haven't seen Seacrest host once.
Guess that's a good thing.


We aren't going anywhere tonight...so I guess in my own creative way...I'm just wishing you all a wonderful 2007!!!

Monday, December 25, 2006

Have a Rockin' Christmas!

Christmas day is here...Enjoy it with family, friends and Charlie Brown...

Ho ho hope Santa treats you well...

Speaking of Santa....interested in the Chronology of Mr. Claus?

...And Firemarshall Bill as Santa...

And because I love this song so much...

Have a happy holiday and a jolly new year...see you in 2007!

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Carol of the chins... Keep 'a singing...Keep 'a tippin'.

I went here the other day and typed in some Christmas song titles. They know 'em all...The best is their response when you type in curse words...Yeah, I'm a child.

Have fun.. Ho ho ho...

(My dad and I used to do this all the time when I was little...He'd dress up the chin and sing and talk and I got such a kick out of it. I thought he was the funniest man alive...He still is.)


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On an unrelated to chins note:

From my last post it seems I caused an uproar because I am the only arse in creation who tips their garbage guys. What the hell? No one else does that? I thought it was mandatory...

See, here's the story:

Before we moved where we live now, in our other neighborhood (which we didn't like) all our neighbors tipped the garbage guys. So, we joined along. We were told that they "take care of you" when you tip them. Now, I didn't know what that meant at the time...Did it mean they'd give me a mani-pedi every week? Would they give me a frickin' hand-job? Cause that's the kinda "taken' care of" I wanna be with such money flying freely...

No. You know what they do? They take your fucking garbage without a complaint and the put the cans back where they found them. Hmmm....sounds like they're already getting paid by the city to do that.

Know how I know that? Because the year our daughter was born, we were too preoccupied with thinking of paying the garbage guys their extra income, and we forgot to tip them. I was lucky I had gifts for the few kids we know that year. Ya, know?

It must've been Christmas eve or day (I couldn't tell you for sure because the entire week was a totally blur with the newborn home) and we hear the truck rumbling up to the cans and the guys scurrying around like roaches to get all the garbage on the block. Then, we hear, "Where's my fucking tip?" BD and I bolted upright in the bed and looked at each other. "They did not just say that!" We both said at the same time.

Yes, they did indeed say that. They never dealt with our garbage the same way again. We lost a can, they let garbage fall into the street and left it there...They wouldn't take the big stuff like tied boxes and cardboard. They basically made our life miserable on garbage day.

This year, this is our first Christmas in the new house and we don't want to piss anyone off. It is a SMALL town. The streets are very close together as are the neighbors, everyone knows everyone here...I think the garbage guys actually live in the neighborhood too. So, to avoid condemnation from the town, we tipped the garbage guys. A lot of tip. More tip than I ever made in a day as a cocktail waitress at an upscale bar. A lot of tip. Did I mention that the tip was big?

I run out...(in my makeup) to give the guys their envelope...This is the week after they told me I make the cans too heavy and I don't bring them to the side of the curb. If I tell you how close the side of my house is to the curb on our block, you'd faint. Anyway. I give them the envelope and wish them a "Happy Holiday". I go inside and watch them from the kitchen window. And I could swear I saw the little fucker open the envelope and sneer disapprovingly at the house.

I'll let you know next week when if they pick up the garbage again.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Five Christmas Songs that Don't Make Me Puke

Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming. I'm done gushing over my daughter's newly three year old status for a while...Okay? She's three...she's a pleasure to know, I am honored to be her Mom and I'm sure you're all sick of hearing it. Thank you friends for all the birthday wishes!!!

Got this meme thing from Ali. That I honestly hated at first, but now I love. You see, I hate despise Christmas music. All kinds...it makes me want to blow chunks. I used to love it, but age and memories got me to hating it with a passion...So I've been avoiding it like the plague. But then, I got tagged! This tag has forced me to confront my past and face my fears and accept holiday music as something to admire deal with and chuckle at.

Ali, you gorgeous woman, you 'nippletoe' loving lady...I'll try anything once. And I'm a sucker for memes...I know, I'm supposed to pick five faves...this is very difficult. So after much deliberation and serious contemplation I picked 5 songs that I actually get a kick out of. Here goes:

5 Christmas songs that don't suck.

1. Holy Shit it's Christmas by Red Peters
My all time favorite Christmas song. I love how funny it is and Red's play on words just totally cracks me up.

2. 12 Pains of Christmas by Bob Rivers. Another goofy favorite. Just love it 'cause it's not so serious. And this particular video makes me giggle.

3. Mistress for Christmas by AC/DC. Love that band. Love all their songs. Love that they have a Christmas song out there. Even if it reeks of adultery.

4. Christmas in Hollis by Run DMC.
I always loved this song. I guess because I'm from Queens and so are they.

5. Wizards in Winter by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. C'mon, how could you not?

And for your Holiday Pleasure...my favorite Christmas Movie...

Now, tag! You're it.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

So funny!

In our house, you only have to say things once and the child hears you. She may not acknowledge you at the time, but don't you worry...It all registers in that brain of hers.

There are days when she'll come up with some great things like the other day. She picked up the phone and pretended to talk to her dad. I hear; "Hello, how's things? Nuthin'. Whatchya doin'? Wait, Fafa wants to talk to you, I'll put you on speaker phone. Okay, I lop you...g'bye!" She repeated the exact same thing I say to BD almost every conversation. I never even knew she heard me.

Then, once she dropped her water and yelled "Aw, shit!" at the top of her lungs. Gotta love that.

When she's playing with her imaginary friends..(which she has more of than real friends) She tells them things like; "Don't be scared, I'll protect you, Mommy's always here." Or she'll tell them; "No, honey, you can't have snack without having dinner!" Like I said, she may not agree but it all registers.

I love when she's talking to the dog...she says, "Aw Dog, you're such a mange, you dopey dog...look he's slobbering...Grody to the Maximum!" She'll laugh at him and say; "No Dog, you little shit get off the couch." Hmmm...where'd she hear that?

She hugs me and I thank her for the love and she replies, "Anytime Mom!" Oh! melts my heart. She plays with her Daddy and jokes with him and says, "Thanks big guy!"

Today, we were schnuggling in her bed after her nap and I was changing the words to 'Row Row Row Your Boat'. I was just using nonsense words like "hairily, hairily, hairily, hairily...toast and butter and cream" and she was laughing so hard, she got the hiccups. She turns to me in a fit of giggles then says; "Mommy, you crap me up!"

Yes, honey...so do you.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Cupcake Debacle

I made cupcakes (for the first time ever) for Fa's 'school' birthday party. Well, I attempted cupcakes a few times for Fa's 'school' birthday party. Last week, I tried them but I used a Whole Brand that was totally allergy free and and they came out like cardboard. I fed those to my dad for his birthday.

There are kids with allergies in this class so you have to be really careful with the ingredients. So I asked the other moms (who previously made cupcakes for their kids) what they used and lo and behold, they used a very simple method. So I thought.

Now, children, I am not writing this for prosperity's sake, mind you. (I am highly embarrassed by the whole thing) I am writing this to inform and teach because I wish someone was out there in internet heaven for me yesterday.

Those bright moms (I am being facetious) used Betty Crocker Super Moist cake mix in Golden Vanilla and Duncan Hines Creamy Homestyle Frosting in Classic Vanilla. Instead of a cake tin, they used a cupcake tin. Simple you say. Aha, me too. I even got Spongebob Cupcake wrappers for the boys and Strawberry Shortcake wrappers for the girls. I'm cool like that.

Instead of 3 eggs in the cake batter to bind and fluff the ingredients they used applesauce. Yum! You think. I know.

Well, none of those seemingly nice and helpful 'mother-truckers' told me how much applesauce to use, fuck you very much. I searched the internet and scoured the Betty Crocker website. Nothing. So I winged it. "Uhm, You can't wing it in baking" says BD. But Chef Tell didn't know either, so we both tried to do the math. One other recipe online used a cup of applesauce in place of one egg. So us geniuses decided that we should do the same. The recipe calls for 3 eggs. 3 cups of applesauce, you think?

Yeah right.

I should have known when I poured the entire jar of applesauce into the mixture that something wasn't right! But you see, I'm dense that way. I just kept on keepin on. And I was almost blissful in the process. I was a "real mom" who bakes cupcakes for her daughter instead of going to the store and buying pre-made cookies like I was originally gonna do.

I mixed with my heavy duty Kitchen Aid mixer. Uhm, not mine, BD's. remember, I don't cook. Ever!

And I waited 25 minutes for the cupsplats to harden in the oven. Nada. Needless to say I was pissed. Do ya think I used too much applesauce? No, I didn't get a picture of the cupsplats. I was too mad. By the way, I had just come from the gym that's why I'm not dressed up in my "Betty Crock of shit" apron and dress with white high heels. I am a mess and I don't want to leave the house again.

However, the things I would do for that little girl! So I sped out...again...to the supermarket for more cake mix and applesauce. BD was mad at me for drag racing down the block but it felt so good to put the pedal to the metal and zoooooom!

I bought another package of cake mix and applesauce. I was so mad, but I managed to donate my change to the Salvation Army guy ringin' his bell to the tune of "Here Comes Santa Clause". I dunno, he made me smile through all my anger.

As I'm speeding home, I remember...Fuck! We ran out of Vegetable Oil too. So I go to 7-11 to pick it up. Yeah, not such the great source for all your baking needs. So, I bought Olive Oil instead. Bite me, it was all they had.

At home, we try again. I found out that I should have only used 1/4 cup of applesauce for each egg. Thank you so very much Dummies. Finally, the batter was thick and creamy. And yummy too. All in all, the cupcakes came out great. And yummy too. There were a couple of casualties...if you look close. But hey, toddlers don't care right?

I had a horrible experience with a whole lot of cryin' over my cupcakes. (Sounds like a country song) But it all worked out in the end. Thank you BD for your help and hugs while I stomped around the house like a three year old. I know I misbehaved and I deserve a time out but I just wanted these cupcakes to be perfect for our little lady. And thank you for snapping pictures for my blog when I really didn't want you to. I appreciate your support.

I love you baby girl. I'd do anything for you!
*****Updated!*****
I think they were a hit!

Sunday, December 17, 2006

This makes me laugh so hard...

I cry and pee a little when I hear it. (Thanks BD for sending it to me today!)

click here
If you don't have the patience to listen to the 'hole' song fast forward to the ending where it gets faster.
Andy Dick is so freakin' funny.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Birthday Party #1

We had our cousins over last night for sushi and cake.
Her Aunts and Uncles tried so hard to play with her and she just didn't want any piece of it. Sometimes she can be a real snob. But in Fa's defense, she hates people in her grill. And for some reason, these particular family members invade her space and happen to get in her face often. She just doesn't know how to say "back off" just yet. And once you let her warm up, she's a pleasure to play with. They just don't allow her that time. Sooooo....

She didn't want to share her toys. She wouldn't play with the girls. She wouldn't even talk to anyone but BD and Myself. Can you all say "attached"? Am I doing something wrong?

She whined a lot and cried because we wouldn't keep the dog out of his crate. The damn dawg won't sit still for two seconds. You can't have company over because he'll burst an artery. So we crated him and she lost it.

Her Aunt and Uncle gave her some very cool games from this company. I never heard of them but the toys are great. She is now playing with this and this at the same time. She can't get enough!

We had cake. But under no circumstances were we allowed to sing "Happy Birthday" or light candles. Snob.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Fa Fa is a Punk Rocker...

I know I've mentioned this plenty of times before...But Fa loves Metal. All kinds. Metallica, Megadeth, Led Zepplin, Def Leppard. She loves the classics like The Doors and the hair bands like Poison. She loves Nine Inch Nails and Marilyn Manson. She dances and sings to many of the '80's hair bands' that I adore to this day. I love that about her.

Today she discovered Guns and Roses. We listened to Appetite for Destruction, one of my all time favorites and she totally flipped out over "Nightrain". It was so hysterical to watch her make her little 'devil horns' and bang her head while Axl sang; " Wake up late, Honey put on your clothes. Take your credit card to the liquor store. That's one for you and two for me by tonight I'll be loaded like a freight train, Flyin' like an aeroplane, Feelin' like a space brain One more time tonight..."

Now, I have to get her to sing all the words...too cute. I can't take it.

Rock on sistah! Rock on!

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Dear Baby Girl,

Well my sweet feet, you are three years old. Officially in 8 days, but you have grown in the past month like I can not believe. These past three weeks have been full of exploration and self-discovery for you. These past three years have been filled with joy, happiness, love and insecurity. But all the while my love for you blossoms. I am grateful for your soul and for your lessons on life and love. I am forever honored by your presence and I will always be unconditionally in love with you.

It seems like yesterday, when I found out you were a girl and I saw you suck your thumb and yawn in your sonogram. You were 13 ounces and oh! so tiny. But I could tell you were filled with strength just by looking at your tiny, little spine. We watched you wiggle and stretch and we fell instantly in love. I couldn't wait to meet you.

Your first year was very difficult. I had a hard time finding my 'Mommy Footing' and you had a hard time adjusting to the world. I was off balance and feeling very insecure about my new role as your Mom. It felt like it took the entire year to bond with you and have that connection that all new mother's dream about. I still regret not feeling closer with you sooner but I know it all worked out exactly the way it should. You were insecure, sensitive and colicky and so was I.

I was very sad when you were born. I missed you not being in my belly and I was scared and unsure of myself because I felt like I didn't deserve you. I felt like you deserved better and I was on a mission to find you the perfect Mommy. Back then, I wasn't aware that she was in fact, me.

I worked very hard to make myself strong for you and to learn how to deal with life as a Mom. The responsibility and fear is overwhelming and I wasn't sure I could do it. Especially since I didn't have my Mommy to help me. I didn't have anyone to ask. I didn't have my Mom to tell me I could do it. I was never expected to do anything as important as be your Mommy and I was scared I'd fail you. And all along, all I really needed was to trust myself and to trust you.

I regret the fact that your first steps and first words along with many other firsts were clouded by my insecurities. However, I am thankful that you taught me how to enjoy life and relax a little and take each day in baby steps just like you have been doing from the beginning. Our development together is astounding. I am proud of us. I am watching you grow and learn and break new ground in your world as I do the same in mine. We walk side by side and step by step with just the right amount of learning and teaching. We are a great team, my girl. We are getting there together.

Then came your second year. It was so much fun. We found our formula. We enjoyed each others company and had a blast spending time together. You were growing exponentially. You were strong and smart and developing so quickly. Your milestones were met...tenfold...and you amazed us with each new action and word. You were a talker and a singer and a fantastic dancer...and you discovered your body in your second year of life. You discovered all the fun things it can do like jump and run and play. You still play with all your might. I envy your enthusiasm for every new thing.

You realized that you are independent and smart and capable of many things. And you realized that you have likes and dislikes and opinions that matter. You figured out that you can indeed choose your own socks even if they don't match the rest of your outfit. And you yelled and screamed to make sure you were heard clearly. You discovered you love to be free to play soccer and basketball and run in the park and you can do it all on your own. The possibilities are endless.

In your second year, I was lost there for a while as your Mom and I feared that our connection, if cut, would lose me as a person forever. I couldn't give you up to others, I couldn't leave you with anyone else. I couldn't fathom you living your life separate from mine. But I realized that we both have needs and sometimes they are not for each other. We each need other things like Daddy, and friends and love from others to make us stronger. We need to find self worth and self esteem separate from each other. And we need to know that we are always there for each other, but self-efficiency is quite important in order to maintain a healthy and strong mind-body relationship. You, my darling, have taught me that.

You discovered that you are definitely independent of me and you are your own person. In fact, I also discovered that even though I will always be your Mommy and I carry your heart in my chest, I am independent of you too. We are not the same person and we both have opinions and ideas that matter and I love that we can share them together as 'sistas', but most importantly as Mother and Daughter.

You discovered that the world around you is large and filled with many different people and things. A lot of it frightened you and you were very shy and cautious. You took your time warming up in new situations (you still do) and you were very cautious with new people (you still are). But, my darling, when you were comfortable in your surroundings you sure did shine like the brightest star in the sky! I am amazed at how comfortable you are becoming in your world. As I am in mine.

You have taught me the importance of trust and love and understanding all while you were learning the same things in your life. You have taught me to trust myself in spite of myself. If you can find the strength in me that I thought I was missing, then I can keep it there for you too. If you trust me to teach you about life and relationships and love, than I can be confident enough to do it for you. I must do that for you. I am your Mother. Your first role model. The one you will love and hate and be embarrassed by all in a matter of seconds. But I must be strong for you and help you learn that no matter what, I will always love you and be there for you.

Your third year has been an eye opener for the both of us. You have finally found your voice and you know how to use it. You are finally more confident to speak up when you want something not just from Mommy & Daddy but from other people as well. You are beginning to understand that the world around you is very large and can be scary at times but you always find a way to cope with fear and anxiety and you try your best to enjoy your time wherever you are. You are truly a work in progress and I am so proud of all that you are learning about yourself.

It is difficult sometimes for you to have fun in new surroundings but you are such a happy little girl. You fall asleep singing in your bed every night and you wake up singing in your bed every morning. What a joy it is to see you enjoying life and being so happy. I never saw such pleasure in making up songs and playing with toys and 'imaginary truck friends'. You truly have this toddler thing down. I worry sometimes because I want you to be happy and I question sometimes whether you are. But when I see you smile and hear you sing, I know you will be alright.

I am not surprised. You always reach great heights with every attempt at something new. From feeding yourself to sleeping in a big girl bed to hanging out with family and friends when Mommy goes someplace by herself...Generally, being a three year old. I've found that you do it so well.

I love the way you get your own snack from the snack cabinet and hand it to me (always with a smile) to put in a bowl. I adore the way your baby talk has bloomed into full blown speech and your language is so mature and smart. You communicate your feelings even when you'd much rather throw your toys or your lovey when you are mad at me. And, you tell me when you are mad at me and the reasons why. I love the way you chasse and skip, never walk, all over the place. I love the way you observe every little thing and point out your new found knowledge to me. It makes me see things in an entirely different way. You teach me to really see things for what they truly are, not just look at things as they may seem from the outside.

You have become so loving and affectionate and I love the way you wrap your arms around my neck and plant sweet, sweet kisses on my cheek with a "smack". I love when you tell me that I am your "favorite Mommy ever" and "Daddy is the best Daddy of all time". You melt my heart when you say thank you and tell me you love me every night after I tuck you into bed.

You are creative and funny and silly and smart. You have imaginary friends and you are so caring toward them, making sure they are fed, happy and healthy and not afraid of the lawnmowers or vacuum cleaners. You truly care about their well being. How did you learn compassion so easily? How did you learn that being nice is important to others? How do you know when to use sincerity?

Thank you my love for giving me the best three years of my life. They are trying at times, scary at times and overflowing with joy all the time and I wouldn't change a second of it. I am in awe of you and your heart and your soul. Your smile and your laughter melts me to my core and makes me feel like I can do anything as long as you believe I can. With you and Daddy by my side, all is perfect in the world. You are my family and I adore you.

As I watch that helpless infant fade from your face and see you transform into a confident young girl, I am saddened by the loss. But I will always look back on those first days with fondness and joy, and I embrace the new little person you are becoming. You envelope my soul. I love you with all my heart and I will always take comfort in knowing that out of all the little girls in the world, I got the very best one.

Saturday, December 9, 2006

We decorated the tree today!

Yay us!
We put up the Christmas tree today.
We had a ball setting it up and putting the ornaments from
"the box" on the branches.
This is what it looks like in the corner of our living room.
Right to the side of the front door.

This is our beauty from another angle.


We had a wonderful day, filled with more tradition and fun.
I just adore my family!

Thursday, December 7, 2006

Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Oh! The Agony!

My daughter and I have a small problem. Now, I wouldn't say it's a bad problem or one that requires a doctor. But I thought about it. We are NEVER separated. It's almost like we are Siamese twins, joined at the lips. We are in each others pockets all day long and I am not complaining, don' t get me wrong. But, I saw the circumstances of our air tight connection last night.

I took her to her first 'dance class'. I was so excited I could spit. Ever since we found out she was a girl and I saw her "dancer's spine" in her sonogram. I pledged to enroll her into dance class the day she turned three. Well, 'three' is in exactly 14 days. I enrolled her in class starting January, so I get a trial class to see if she likes it. Well, I have to ask...How am I supposed to know if she actually likes it when she's screaming "I want my Mommy" the entire time?

Ok, not the entire time. But the last, say, 35 minutes of class. That's a long time to be screaming, no? She screamed and cried so much that her nose bled.

Initially, she went right in the dance room, because she was so excited about dance class...(I talked it up for a week.) Before class, she hopped around asking, "When can I go into dance class?" Then the teacher (a very patient young lady) introduced herself as Miss L and Fa hid behind my leg. Ok, then.

Miss L told all the little girls in tutu's and tap shoes...whatta sight...to "come on in!" Fa went in willingly. I said, "Go girl, have fun. I love you!!" and blew kisses. She glanced back like a dear in the headlights. "Where are you going Mommy?" From that point, Mommy always went with her to class...every single class. Damn you Mommy & Me.

I reminded her (because we discussed this repeatedly) that "Mommy doesn't take dance class with her. This is her class and she should have fun." I watched her in the window and she stood in her place in the group with her hands in her mouth (panicking) most of the time. But she stayed and I let her be. Then, the teacher made a major faux pas. She tried to hold Fa's hand! I guess I shoulda warned her that she doesn't like to be touched by anyone. But really, the kid does have to get used to others touching her in class, right? My bad.

She panicked again and hid her face in her hands and they called me in. I hugged her and told her it was okay and she was doing great! She could do this if she just let herself have fun. But she was done. "I don't want to stay here!" she screamed....loudly. I told her we weren't leaving and she would finish the class...Then they switched into ballet shoes, but she didn't want to be bothered.

After ballet, they have gymnastics and she heard that and wanted to join in. So, I left again...That's where the screaming hit new heights. She made dogs in Alaska wince. I left her alone because the teacher seemed to have it all under control. Until Fa's nose started bleeding. Then I had to be summoned again. I cleaned her up.

We stayed until the end of class...she got her stamps on her hands and feet just like all the other little girls who learned something. I apologized and asked what they thought. And they all said, "Don't give up, keep trying". She'll get used to it. And I know this is true. I've seen it in my own dance classes and my own classroom. Kids adjust. They get used to their surroundings eventually. But why is it so hard for me to know that with my own flesh and blood?

So next week, we try again. I am determined to get her adjusted to this. It's for her own good. It's a matter of independence and self-esteem. She must be able to survive without me. At least for a few hours.

If I was the teacher, I'd just make the mom leave and I'd deal with it. But in all my experience with children, in all the breakdowns by mom and child, in all the wet bottoms and sprained ankles, in all the shyness and self-conscious, I have never had a student as shy and untouchable as Fa...These ladies have their work cut out for them.

But I am not giving up and I am not letting her give up. It's for her own good.

Monday, December 4, 2006

Another tradition!


I'm on a roll here...boys and girls.
Last night, we took Fa to the village tree lighting ceremony here in town. It was freezing but there were refreshments, caroling, the Christmas Tree and the big guy himself. Fa could care less about the man in the red suit (we can't even utter his name in the house). So we didn't get any pictures of him. He was busy handing out candy canes to all the good boys and girls anyway.

A new tradition has begun! It was so much fun. We laughed and snuggled to keep warm...I took many pictures of the wrong tree before it was lit. Then, we went home and opened up Fa's third box on her Advent calendar...She looks so forward to that every night.

I am really getting into the Christmas spirit here. I am proud of myself because I am having fun while I am not forcing the issue...it's just coming naturally. Our holiday cards are almost finished. I just have to get some address verifications from BD with his family overseas, then I can send those suckers out too. Hey, I'm having fun. Cool.

At her age, Fa is really making this easy. She is excited and cautious all at the same time and I love that about her. I would love a Santa photo op. However, I have resigned myself to the fact, like the potty thing, that she will get to it on her own time. Once she truly realizes that the Red Man is cool, she'll totally give him her wish list.

In a few weeks my little baby girl will be a full blown three year old. Where has the time gone? I am so happy to be starting these memories with her. When she gets older, she may not remember last night, but I will and I'll remind her about it often even when she's too cool for her Mom. I am so proud to be her Mom and the title scares me sometimes. I just hope I can do it justice. I want her to be proud of me too. Whoever decided that I deserve her gets a big hug and smooch from me that's for sure. I am forever thankful for her presence in my life. I tell her every night since the day she was born; "Out of all the little girls in the world, I got the very best one!!!" And I am truly blessed.

Sunday, December 3, 2006

You gotta fight for your right to Paaaaty!

I'm resigning myself to the fact that my child is just not ready for potty time.

We had a potty party yesterday! (Whoo hoo)... Complete with home-made hats, songs, dances and panty-matching games. We danced and sang all day in our panties..yes...picture that. And while she held it in for hours upon hours, she never actually sat on the pot to release. She flat out refuses.

By the end of the day, she was bloated and cranky and practically begged for a Pamper. As soon as I put it on her, she crapped. I can't say that I was much help yesterday either. I was am quite cranky these past few days. I just think the stress of the potty and the holidays is really getting to me. I wonder how she is feeling? Wait, I think I know. Good thing my Aunt was here for the party...she controlled the parts where I lost all control. It was tag-team potty party. It still didn't work.

I thought for sure she was ready. I gave her the choice of when she wanted to have the party, she chose yesterday. She decided when she wanted to wear the panties and I didn't remind her to keep dry, she did it all by choice. But when the 'pee pee dance' started, she just went bananas and refused. She ran away and cried in the corner telling us to leave her alone...just hating the thought of sitting on the crapper.

So, I yelled and lost patience all day and she got mad at me and wanted to keep far away from me. It was really great fun. Not. My kid's new mantra is "Mommy's mad." Probably not the way to potty train. Ya think?

I guess I should have known yesterday morning after the turn of events before the actual potty party began. First, I took her for a haircut and she screamed and cried and refused to sit in the cool jeep to get her hair cut. The blow driers and vacuums totally freaked her ass out. It sure wasn't like the last time she got her hair cut. Then afterward, she told me she was mad at me because she was scared and I made her stay there anyway.

Then, we went to Party Giant to get party hats for the potty party. I drove all the way into Queens to the 'closest' Party place and it was boarded up with signs all over it. Great. I was cursing.

Then, we went to Michael's to find some hats we could either just buy or make...we found some foam visors with cool foam stickers to go with them. They had "boingy" elastic on them and she fell instantly in love. They turned out gorgeous, but the tantrum in the store because she didn't want to leave should have tipped me off.

Finally, we came home and she refused to wait for my Aunt to come over to decorate the hats. She wanted to do it all by herself. I have a hard time reminding myself I need: Patience, Mommy!

We started the potty party and it all went way down hill from there. Yes. I fought for my right to potty. But the child could care less.

We even made a home complete with potty (out of the holiday boxes that UPS delivered) for her to play in...Didn't work. She loves the new home but could live without it's potty. We colored the walls outside and in, I even cut out windows with shutters and a flower box for her. I am very proud of our masterpiece.

I guess, since I can't get rid of the stress of the holidays I'll have to get rid of the stress of potty time. I'll get back to it in the new year. I may be in a padded room by then. Ha!

Friday, December 1, 2006

A-Z of me + A New Tradition

Today's December 1st! I am starting a new tradition with my daughter. (yay me) I bought her an Advent calendar from Starbucks, (of course) to count down the days 'til Christmas and give us both something to look forward to. (I realize I am not teaching her the exact idea behind 'Advent' but I am doing what feels right for me...I am introducing the concept which we can research, or not, when she gets older and decides for herself)...I am very excited for her to see this calendar. I remember when I was a kid, my mom did the same thing with me. My Aunt would buy the calendar every year, and Mom and I would open it every night, piece by piece, day by day...I looked so forward to that little piece of chocolate! I begged to open it days sooner and she always told me, "Go ahead, but when you are done and there's no more chocolate to open...that's your problem." Ha! Whatta woman. Lay it all out there. So I am starting my first tradition with my girl. I am very proud of myself.

Also,
...I've been doing a lot of these lately...I'll just do them, they make me smile...if you read it and comment I love you for it, if you don't, that's okay too...

Thanks Mel...See, I told you I'd get to it...

A-Z of Me !!!

A - Available/Single? Married for 5 years!
B - Best Friend? SF, BD, K, G
C- Cake or Pie? Cake, chocolate, rich, creamy...yum.
D - Drink Of Choice? Coffee...injected into an IV if at all possible.
E- Essential item you use every day. The telephone. 
F - Favorite Color? Purple, or as we say 'round these parts...'poi-ple'.
G - Gummy Bears Or Worms? Yuck, neither.
H - Hometown? (born in ) Queens, NY
I - Indulgence? French Fries, Pizza, Chocolate, Sushi
J - January Or February? February...It's my Birthday!
K - Kids Their Names? 1, Farfallina
L - Life Is Incomplete Without? Hugs
M - Marriage Date? August Third
N- Number Of Siblings? 1 kinda, sorta brother...Hummm...I smell a post coming on...
O - Oranges Or Apples? Apples, with peanut butter
P - Phobias/Fears? Jesus...I'd be here all friggin' day. I'll just say yes.
Q - Favorite Quote? "Sometimes you have to jump, and build your wings on the way down"
R - Reason to Smile -My daughter
S - Season? Spring
T - Tag Four People? Now, I just won't do it...If you want to try this, go ahead.
U - Unknown Fact About Me? With this blog, there is none...Um, I love to sleep.
V - Vegetable you dont like? None...
W - Worst Habit? Complaining too much.
X - X-rays You've Had Recently.. My teeth...no cavities thank you very much.
Y - Your Favorite Food? Mexican, Japanese
Z - Zodiac Sign? Pisces...I don't smell like fish.