Day at the mall - $150
Going out to lunch with husband & 10 month old daughter - $25
Getting up to leave and looking at fried rice all over her, high chair & floor and realizing, "we're 'those' people" - Priceless.
Do I care that we're those people? No. Do I think it's hella funny? Yes.
p.s. It's been a busy week here! Took an impromptu trip to NYC, had our first anniversary and looking for a place to live. I'll be back with an amazing post complete with pictures of the 9/11Memorial. :)
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Letters to Layla
10 months. Wow. Rolling off my tongue so naturally, and yet it sounds so surreal. People ask, "How old is she?" "10 months," and I smile proudly while thinking to myself where has time gone. And I will continue asking myself that every week of every month of every year probably for the rest of our lives.
So much has happened in the last few weeks. My last L2L was in Toronto. Since then we've been home and so many things have happened (too much to go through. lol), but let's focus on you, Layla.
You are now two months from your first birthday and finally have your two bottom teeth! You took your first trip to the ER for a bump on the chin. While crawling around you fell and I believe hit the grout line on the tile & resulted in a 2-3mm gash. Tough cookie that you are, you giggled the entire care ride to the hospital and slept through the nurses putting Dermabond on your chin. You're going to Boston for the day next Sunday - so far Dad and I have an awesome day planned! & we are extremely excited.
You throw mild tantrums now. When I put you on the floor to make a bottle and you want to be held you flatten yourself out and kick and scream. I try to ignore you but it's really hard not to laugh.
Last night you slept for NINE hours STRAIGHT! I have no idea where you pulled that from but I just want to say THANK YOU! After having the stomach flu for three days, I really needed that rest. Thank goodness I'm still producing a little bit of milk and you were able to reap the benefits & won't get sick.
You're a total pro now at clapping, and waving bye bye. You say mama, dada, baba and just talk the day away. You point at anything you want & express yourself much like a toddler already. You're still crawling like a pro & now pulling yourself up on EVERYTHING. Makes for taking photos of you a wee bit difficult :)
I'm very proud at what a smart, outgoing, adventurous & silly little girl you are. Just know that even though time ticks by faster then we'll ever realize, I'm always watching over you and remembering all the small little details that make you... YOU.
So much has happened in the last few weeks. My last L2L was in Toronto. Since then we've been home and so many things have happened (too much to go through. lol), but let's focus on you, Layla.
You are now two months from your first birthday and finally have your two bottom teeth! You took your first trip to the ER for a bump on the chin. While crawling around you fell and I believe hit the grout line on the tile & resulted in a 2-3mm gash. Tough cookie that you are, you giggled the entire care ride to the hospital and slept through the nurses putting Dermabond on your chin. You're going to Boston for the day next Sunday - so far Dad and I have an awesome day planned! & we are extremely excited.
You throw mild tantrums now. When I put you on the floor to make a bottle and you want to be held you flatten yourself out and kick and scream. I try to ignore you but it's really hard not to laugh.
Last night you slept for NINE hours STRAIGHT! I have no idea where you pulled that from but I just want to say THANK YOU! After having the stomach flu for three days, I really needed that rest. Thank goodness I'm still producing a little bit of milk and you were able to reap the benefits & won't get sick.
You're a total pro now at clapping, and waving bye bye. You say mama, dada, baba and just talk the day away. You point at anything you want & express yourself much like a toddler already. You're still crawling like a pro & now pulling yourself up on EVERYTHING. Makes for taking photos of you a wee bit difficult :)
I'm very proud at what a smart, outgoing, adventurous & silly little girl you are. Just know that even though time ticks by faster then we'll ever realize, I'm always watching over you and remembering all the small little details that make you... YOU.
Friday, September 16, 2011
The Sleep Chronicles Part 69,573,658
I've lost track.
I close my eyes at night and an hour feels like minutes. I get up with Layla at 5:45 am, before the sun has risen, and I excitedly think it's only 3. So I make her another bottle and snuggle back under the covers while she fidgets and squirms and whines. But I know it's not 3 because I was up with her at 3... and 1:30 before that... and 11 before that... and she only went to sleep at 9:30 after I rocked her and walked her and pushed her in her stroller. At some point I threw my hands up to God and said, "give me the patience to not put my head through the wall." And I walked and rocked some more, trying in vain to put my restless child to sleep. God love her for fighting it to the bitter end.
Why I'm up at 10 when she has ACTUALLY been sleeping since 8 is unbeknowst to me. Sitting here in my plaid PJs writing when I should be taking advantage of the sleeping babe in her crib. But I no longer know what to do anymore. The dark circles under my eyes have taken over my face. I now look like a tired mom weathered by the last 10 months of sleepless nights. My guilt for weaning is now 10-fold due to the fact that formula has not helped Layla's sleeping habits.
She wakes at least 4 times a night and refuses to nap. There are days when I simply don't like being a mother. There are days I run out the door to go to work for 5 hours just so I don't have to hear the non-stop whines of an over tired baby. On days that she does nap, she is a delight. Damn near perfect, and for a baby that lacks in sleep most days, she still is very happy and content - save for the never wanting to be put down part, but that is mostly due to being so very very sleepy. And I'm tired, too. So much to the point that my patience is short in the middle of the night. How can my patience be short with my 10 month old? How can I think of wanting to yell and be angry at someone who simply doesn't understand? But I DON'T UNDERSTAND. I feel helpless. What am I doing wrong? WHY won't she just sleep? My frustrations are indirect.
So here I sit. Eyes heavy from a long day. Back achy from carrying around my beautiful child, and I think to myself: sleep or no sleep, I should be grateful. And I am... but I'm tired.
I'm not sugar coating anything here, as you can see. Motherhood is NOT all puppies and rainbows and butterflies... & anyone who tells you it is, is either lying or high... or possible both.
I close my eyes at night and an hour feels like minutes. I get up with Layla at 5:45 am, before the sun has risen, and I excitedly think it's only 3. So I make her another bottle and snuggle back under the covers while she fidgets and squirms and whines. But I know it's not 3 because I was up with her at 3... and 1:30 before that... and 11 before that... and she only went to sleep at 9:30 after I rocked her and walked her and pushed her in her stroller. At some point I threw my hands up to God and said, "give me the patience to not put my head through the wall." And I walked and rocked some more, trying in vain to put my restless child to sleep. God love her for fighting it to the bitter end.
Why I'm up at 10 when she has ACTUALLY been sleeping since 8 is unbeknowst to me. Sitting here in my plaid PJs writing when I should be taking advantage of the sleeping babe in her crib. But I no longer know what to do anymore. The dark circles under my eyes have taken over my face. I now look like a tired mom weathered by the last 10 months of sleepless nights. My guilt for weaning is now 10-fold due to the fact that formula has not helped Layla's sleeping habits.
She wakes at least 4 times a night and refuses to nap. There are days when I simply don't like being a mother. There are days I run out the door to go to work for 5 hours just so I don't have to hear the non-stop whines of an over tired baby. On days that she does nap, she is a delight. Damn near perfect, and for a baby that lacks in sleep most days, she still is very happy and content - save for the never wanting to be put down part, but that is mostly due to being so very very sleepy. And I'm tired, too. So much to the point that my patience is short in the middle of the night. How can my patience be short with my 10 month old? How can I think of wanting to yell and be angry at someone who simply doesn't understand? But I DON'T UNDERSTAND. I feel helpless. What am I doing wrong? WHY won't she just sleep? My frustrations are indirect.
So here I sit. Eyes heavy from a long day. Back achy from carrying around my beautiful child, and I think to myself: sleep or no sleep, I should be grateful. And I am... but I'm tired.
I'm not sugar coating anything here, as you can see. Motherhood is NOT all puppies and rainbows and butterflies... & anyone who tells you it is, is either lying or high... or possible both.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Operation Skinny Bitch
Yeah, I said it - Operation Skinny Bitch. Cause I'm an out of shape, don't fit into my size 4 jeans & too broke to buy new bigger sizes bitch (a. b/c I get side tracked buying Layla clothes. Can we say BABYGAP? and 2. wouldn't buying bigger clothes mean I'm giving into the pudge!?).
Before I got knocked the F up I was running 6 miles 3 days a week with random weight lifting & other forms of cardio in-between. I was a size 2-4 depending on cut and my boobs were a glorious B cup. Oh, how I miss the days of not being all cup runneth over in my bra. ::le sigh:: I digress...
I want to run 6 miles again, dammit. So I'm doing the Bridge to 10k programs. You can find the program here.
The 2nd day of my first week is tomorrow and I'm sort of dreading it, but I am determined to lose the last 10lbs (yes, I consider myself lucky) of baby fat that has made itself very comfortable on my inner thighs and hips. GO AWAY FAT! Currently I'm 139lbs. I'm just glad to see a number is the 30s and not 40s. I also only gained 30lbs while pregnant. Again, I consider myself mucho lucky.
Why can't losing weight be easy? Like... I can eat a cupcake every night easy.
Before I got knocked the F up I was running 6 miles 3 days a week with random weight lifting & other forms of cardio in-between. I was a size 2-4 depending on cut and my boobs were a glorious B cup. Oh, how I miss the days of not being all cup runneth over in my bra. ::le sigh:: I digress...
I want to run 6 miles again, dammit. So I'm doing the Bridge to 10k programs. You can find the program here.
The 2nd day of my first week is tomorrow and I'm sort of dreading it, but I am determined to lose the last 10lbs (yes, I consider myself lucky) of baby fat that has made itself very comfortable on my inner thighs and hips. GO AWAY FAT! Currently I'm 139lbs. I'm just glad to see a number is the 30s and not 40s. I also only gained 30lbs while pregnant. Again, I consider myself mucho lucky.
Why can't losing weight be easy? Like... I can eat a cupcake every night easy.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Change of plans.
We're all over the damn place. Seriously.
So lemme set the scene. Mr G is packing the car Friday to leave to Toronto early Saturday morning when his phone rings. It's an old buddy here he used to work with who went off to work with another engineering firm. Mr G has been jonesing to work for this company for the last few years. It's a newer firm and they treat their engineers like they lay golden eggs. I was working and Mr G sends me a BBM (p.s. I loathe my Blackberry) and says, "Oh, hi I got another job offer. It's here. I'm gonna stay." To which I reply, "EXCUSE ME? We just broke our lease, rented TWO storage units, I moved the baby and my self to my parents and YOU want to STAY?" -- Well, I really didn't say it like that. More like, "Um ..............."
Long story short, this is a WAY better opportunity (complete with a free trip to Disney this winter & yes, that is the only thing I'm thinking about), and we get to stay where are our family is...AND Mr G won't miss a thing!
Now to start house hunting. & planning a birthday party. & deciding if we should go to NYC or stay here for Halloween. & plan Thanksgiving because my dad thinks it'll be amazing to go see the Macy's Parade. Thank goodness we fly for free. For realz.
Yes, we are batshit crazy :)
So lemme set the scene. Mr G is packing the car Friday to leave to Toronto early Saturday morning when his phone rings. It's an old buddy here he used to work with who went off to work with another engineering firm. Mr G has been jonesing to work for this company for the last few years. It's a newer firm and they treat their engineers like they lay golden eggs. I was working and Mr G sends me a BBM (p.s. I loathe my Blackberry) and says, "Oh, hi I got another job offer. It's here. I'm gonna stay." To which I reply, "EXCUSE ME? We just broke our lease, rented TWO storage units, I moved the baby and my self to my parents and YOU want to STAY?" -- Well, I really didn't say it like that. More like, "Um ..............."
Long story short, this is a WAY better opportunity (complete with a free trip to Disney this winter & yes, that is the only thing I'm thinking about), and we get to stay where are our family is...AND Mr G won't miss a thing!
Now to start house hunting. & planning a birthday party. & deciding if we should go to NYC or stay here for Halloween. & plan Thanksgiving because my dad thinks it'll be amazing to go see the Macy's Parade. Thank goodness we fly for free. For realz.
Yes, we are batshit crazy :)
Sunday, September 11, 2011
9/11
10 years ago I was 17.
10 years ago I had no idea what terrorism was.
10 years ago today I was in New York.
It's hard to get too much into detail, as some of it is slightly fuzzy. I was young and processing what I had just saw was difficult. To know that everything I was watching on the news was happening a half hour away from where I was standing was surreal. I watched my father pace the house yelling, "I need to go help!" and my mother on her knees crying. My sister was 10 and asked questions no one knew how to answer. Bad men hit the Towers with airplanes - it was almost as simple as that.
The night before we were Downtown. We had dinner in Little Italy and drove back home to Long Island over the Brooklyn Bridge. My dad drove passed the WTC and I looked outside the car window and up... and I kept looking up and up at the two Towers that seemed to go on forever - standing proudly at the end of the New York sky line. My father turned back to my sister and said, "You're the only one who has yet to visit the Towers. When we come back in 6 months we'll take you to the top. You can see the entire world from there." And we drove off...and I watched the Towers shrink smaller and smaller as we hurried down the bridge. They were brilliant in the moon's gentle light. Their bright silvery grey made them twinkle in the sky. They shined down on New York's dark night as a symbol of protection, freedom and a reminder that we are America the strong and brave. I can personally say their last night on this Earth was a beautiful one and I will always remember them in that way.
Today we remember the ones we lost...and as I sit here in bed with my coffee now 27, a wife & mother listening for the 10th time the names being read, my heart is sad. It's amazing how time passes and life goes on - children grown, adults get older - the clock ticks away. This day will never get any easier, we will never forget. Tears will always fall, as the Towers did, for those who fell with them. 091101 <3
I apologize for the pictures of pictures. Baby was sleeping and didn't want to use the loud scanner. These pictures are from 9/11/01 and 9/12/01. The Ground Zero pictures are from about 6 months - 1 year after. Names were still all over downtown - family members trying to locate loved ones. The last picture my father took in the 1980's.
10 years ago I had no idea what terrorism was.
10 years ago today I was in New York.
It's hard to get too much into detail, as some of it is slightly fuzzy. I was young and processing what I had just saw was difficult. To know that everything I was watching on the news was happening a half hour away from where I was standing was surreal. I watched my father pace the house yelling, "I need to go help!" and my mother on her knees crying. My sister was 10 and asked questions no one knew how to answer. Bad men hit the Towers with airplanes - it was almost as simple as that.
The night before we were Downtown. We had dinner in Little Italy and drove back home to Long Island over the Brooklyn Bridge. My dad drove passed the WTC and I looked outside the car window and up... and I kept looking up and up at the two Towers that seemed to go on forever - standing proudly at the end of the New York sky line. My father turned back to my sister and said, "You're the only one who has yet to visit the Towers. When we come back in 6 months we'll take you to the top. You can see the entire world from there." And we drove off...and I watched the Towers shrink smaller and smaller as we hurried down the bridge. They were brilliant in the moon's gentle light. Their bright silvery grey made them twinkle in the sky. They shined down on New York's dark night as a symbol of protection, freedom and a reminder that we are America the strong and brave. I can personally say their last night on this Earth was a beautiful one and I will always remember them in that way.
Today we remember the ones we lost...and as I sit here in bed with my coffee now 27, a wife & mother listening for the 10th time the names being read, my heart is sad. It's amazing how time passes and life goes on - children grown, adults get older - the clock ticks away. This day will never get any easier, we will never forget. Tears will always fall, as the Towers did, for those who fell with them. 091101 <3
I apologize for the pictures of pictures. Baby was sleeping and didn't want to use the loud scanner. These pictures are from 9/11/01 and 9/12/01. The Ground Zero pictures are from about 6 months - 1 year after. Names were still all over downtown - family members trying to locate loved ones. The last picture my father took in the 1980's.
Friday, September 9, 2011
You're 20? Okay, have a hysterectromy.
I don't talk often about my issues with Endometriosis. Maybe I should talk more? I came to an agreement with myself not too long ago that I wouldn't allow Endo to define me, but rather to say it's just what I have. I will say that it has helped to shape me, though, to make me stronger and to better understand the importance of a full and happy life.
When I was diagnosed my first doctor recommended a hysterectomy. Three doctors after that also recommended hysters - all without an exploratory lap to see where my Endo was. When I said no they threw a pack of Seasonale my way with a 'script for pain killers and basically said, "have a nice life."
I was barely 21-22. A baby myself. Fresh out of college. I had just met Mr G. Babies were definitely not on the horizon for us, but a hysterectomy wasn't either. So, what was I to do? I did research. TONS and tons of research and found that a hysterectomy was not a cure. So, Mr G and I decided that it was best for me to for-go any thoughts of a hysterectomy and continue on the pill. But ... that left me in constant pain, running very high fevers (& ultimately getting sick from those fever) every month (imagine calling out of work every month for a sinus infection. eventually they're not going to like you much), and always always always thinking about my fertility (I haven't touched quite yet on fertility. It's not easy to talk about, neither is this topic, really - but it's all about educating and sharing personal stories that may one day help someone else, right?).
Endometriosis can be a very lonely disease. Not everyone understands that it's just not a 'period', and that if you do allow it, Endo can and will define you. It will take over your life and run you down so fast that you won't have time to get your footing and catch your breath. It will grab your uterus, ovaries, than your fallopian tubes, leave you on the floor crying in pain thinking no one knows, that no one 'gets it.' But have faith that more and more people DO get it. We understand. We know. Some of us have experienced it. I have experienced it. I've laid on the floor, knees into my chest whispering, "God make it stop." I've been on the morphine drips, thrown up from my pain killers, gained weight on Norethindrone, almost got a divorce on Lupron and strongly (at one point) reconsidered a hysterectomy to the point that the decision was made & the doctor had been called.
But I reminded myself that I was too young. That it was not a cure and that I could fight this bitch Endo with bare fists and a rage so strong she wouldn't know what punched her.
And I did punch her. I continue to on a daily basis.
***I don't personally recommended a hysterectomy to anyone. Unless you are done having a children (or don't want them) and are okay with the risk of the pain not going away. Please, do your research before you make any decisions. What was good for me may not be good for you :)***
When I was diagnosed my first doctor recommended a hysterectomy. Three doctors after that also recommended hysters - all without an exploratory lap to see where my Endo was. When I said no they threw a pack of Seasonale my way with a 'script for pain killers and basically said, "have a nice life."
I was barely 21-22. A baby myself. Fresh out of college. I had just met Mr G. Babies were definitely not on the horizon for us, but a hysterectomy wasn't either. So, what was I to do? I did research. TONS and tons of research and found that a hysterectomy was not a cure. So, Mr G and I decided that it was best for me to for-go any thoughts of a hysterectomy and continue on the pill. But ... that left me in constant pain, running very high fevers (& ultimately getting sick from those fever) every month (imagine calling out of work every month for a sinus infection. eventually they're not going to like you much), and always always always thinking about my fertility (I haven't touched quite yet on fertility. It's not easy to talk about, neither is this topic, really - but it's all about educating and sharing personal stories that may one day help someone else, right?).
Endometriosis can be a very lonely disease. Not everyone understands that it's just not a 'period', and that if you do allow it, Endo can and will define you. It will take over your life and run you down so fast that you won't have time to get your footing and catch your breath. It will grab your uterus, ovaries, than your fallopian tubes, leave you on the floor crying in pain thinking no one knows, that no one 'gets it.' But have faith that more and more people DO get it. We understand. We know. Some of us have experienced it. I have experienced it. I've laid on the floor, knees into my chest whispering, "God make it stop." I've been on the morphine drips, thrown up from my pain killers, gained weight on Norethindrone, almost got a divorce on Lupron and strongly (at one point) reconsidered a hysterectomy to the point that the decision was made & the doctor had been called.
But I reminded myself that I was too young. That it was not a cure and that I could fight this bitch Endo with bare fists and a rage so strong she wouldn't know what punched her.
And I did punch her. I continue to on a daily basis.
***I don't personally recommended a hysterectomy to anyone. Unless you are done having a children (or don't want them) and are okay with the risk of the pain not going away. Please, do your research before you make any decisions. What was good for me may not be good for you :)***
Thursday, September 8, 2011
The moment you realize, Hey, I'm a good mom.
The first time you hold that precious new life in your hands and think to yourself, "can I do this?" Remember, you are a good mom.
The night your newborn is awake and screaming with colic. You cry on your husbands shoulder, "I can't do this." Remember, you are a good mom.
The first time she wraps her tiny hand around your finger. Your heart races and you realize that you'd do anything for this little creature. Remember, you are a good mom.
The first time she recognizes your voice and turns her head toward you and smiles. Remember, you are a good mom.
The moment she raises her arms to be picked up by your loving hands. To be protected by your embrace and rest her head against your chest. Remember, you are a good mom.
When there are dishes in the sink, and the floor has to be mopped, and a pile of laundry the size of Mt Everst sits in the corner. When you feel like your world maybe crumbling because your baby is teethng and running a fever for two days and you don't know what to do. When you haven't eaten (or forgot to eat), haven't had time for a shower ot to even brush your teeth. When the reality of motherhood comes at you at 80mph and hits you right in the chest. Remember, YOU ARE A GOOD MOM.
The moment your daughter sleeps on your chest all night because she doesn't feel good & you sit up holding her close, feeling her take in each breath, watching her dream. When you don't care about the laundry or dishes all of a sudden and the fact that you smell to high-heaven doesn't bother you. That. That is the moment you realize you are a good mom.
Don't ever forget it.
The night your newborn is awake and screaming with colic. You cry on your husbands shoulder, "I can't do this." Remember, you are a good mom.
The first time she wraps her tiny hand around your finger. Your heart races and you realize that you'd do anything for this little creature. Remember, you are a good mom.
The first time she recognizes your voice and turns her head toward you and smiles. Remember, you are a good mom.
The moment she raises her arms to be picked up by your loving hands. To be protected by your embrace and rest her head against your chest. Remember, you are a good mom.
When there are dishes in the sink, and the floor has to be mopped, and a pile of laundry the size of Mt Everst sits in the corner. When you feel like your world maybe crumbling because your baby is teethng and running a fever for two days and you don't know what to do. When you haven't eaten (or forgot to eat), haven't had time for a shower ot to even brush your teeth. When the reality of motherhood comes at you at 80mph and hits you right in the chest. Remember, YOU ARE A GOOD MOM.
The moment your daughter sleeps on your chest all night because she doesn't feel good & you sit up holding her close, feeling her take in each breath, watching her dream. When you don't care about the laundry or dishes all of a sudden and the fact that you smell to high-heaven doesn't bother you. That. That is the moment you realize you are a good mom.
Don't ever forget it.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
ALAS!
We have teeth. Kind of. As of right now two little white tips are starting to cut through Layla's bottom gums. FINALLY. 10 months later.
Layla's been a clingly little munchkin for the last few weeks and now we know why. Last night she got up 3 times screaming :( Poor pumpkin and I noticed the two little tips tonight after her bath. I couldn't believe it. My mom says that teething isn't anything a little .....
... won't cure. So we put a shot in her bottle tonight. Don't worry, I'm just kidding. A little bit. :x
I will say that I did not give my child alcohol (save for two little finger dunks, which she sucked like they were covered in chocolate). I will also say that she is passed out after a nice warm 8oz bottle and I now have to go pick up Mr G from the airport :)
Layla's been a clingly little munchkin for the last few weeks and now we know why. Last night she got up 3 times screaming :( Poor pumpkin and I noticed the two little tips tonight after her bath. I couldn't believe it. My mom says that teething isn't anything a little .....
... won't cure. So we put a shot in her bottle tonight. Don't worry, I'm just kidding. A little bit. :x
I will say that I did not give my child alcohol (save for two little finger dunks, which she sucked like they were covered in chocolate). I will also say that she is passed out after a nice warm 8oz bottle and I now have to go pick up Mr G from the airport :)
Monday, September 5, 2011
Tit for tat
Layla is napping which means I should be packing. Today we are moving into my parents house. Mr G is in Toronto to go over everything and will be back Tuesday or Wednesday, so I'm home with the muffin and figured I might as well make my mother feed us.
But blogging is way more fun than packing.
So, Mr G and I do this tit (get your mind out of the gutter) for tat thing in our house. It goes a little something like this:
Me: "Ugh. Will you clean up from dinner? I already did laundry & put it all away, the baby was so fussy today that I didn't get a chance to sit down. Then I had to go into work. I cooked dinner. PLEASE can you just clean up?"
Mr G: "I worked, too."
Me: "Really......?" [insert side evil eye here]
Me: "Babe, can you be on baby duty tonight? I'm exhausted and she was up three times last night."
Mr G: "I work in the morning."
Me: "So do I......." [insert me holding back from kicking husband in the balls]
I'm not saying that Mr G doesn't every help because he really does, but only after he tells me how hard he's worked all day. I can appreciate that, considering that 15 hours per week (sometimes more) I work as well, but I do about 98% of the household chores and 95% of baby-duty. So, it's always a tit for tat on who does more. I know I'm not alone in this!
Things will change soon, though. I have no problem doing all of the work in the home when I don't have to work outside the home, but I do think hubbies should pitch in when their wives work. It's only fair, guys!
Or the least you could do is bring the woman chocolate and flowers once in a while.
But blogging is way more fun than packing.
So, Mr G and I do this tit (get your mind out of the gutter) for tat thing in our house. It goes a little something like this:
Me: "Ugh. Will you clean up from dinner? I already did laundry & put it all away, the baby was so fussy today that I didn't get a chance to sit down. Then I had to go into work. I cooked dinner. PLEASE can you just clean up?"
Mr G: "I worked, too."
Me: "Really......?" [insert side evil eye here]
Me: "Babe, can you be on baby duty tonight? I'm exhausted and she was up three times last night."
Mr G: "I work in the morning."
Me: "So do I......." [insert me holding back from kicking husband in the balls]
I'm not saying that Mr G doesn't every help because he really does, but only after he tells me how hard he's worked all day. I can appreciate that, considering that 15 hours per week (sometimes more) I work as well, but I do about 98% of the household chores and 95% of baby-duty. So, it's always a tit for tat on who does more. I know I'm not alone in this!
Things will change soon, though. I have no problem doing all of the work in the home when I don't have to work outside the home, but I do think hubbies should pitch in when their wives work. It's only fair, guys!
Or the least you could do is bring the woman chocolate and flowers once in a while.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
The next great adventure
This blog post is a a bit difficult to write, but I want to explain why I may be absent for the next few days.
Mr G is moving to Toronto.
To start a new job.
And to settle down.
So Layla and I can (*hopefully*) follow in the winter.
Last week Mr G got a job offer. The job offer we have been waiting a long time for. The one that will allow me to stay home with my little princess and be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen all day (HAHA. No. More like eat bonbons and watch Jersey Shore. j/k! I've already got a weekly agenda for LG that includes music classes, Gymboree and ballet. Can we say OCD?).
But seriously - he is going to go live with one of his friends for three months to establish us up there. You know, find a home, save some cash, etc etc etc. It's not going to be an easy move by any means, as Layla and I will have to move into my parents house for the time being. That means Mr G will miss Layla's first steps, her first real word, our first anniversary and possibly Layla's first birthday. That thought of all of the above makes me physically nauseous, but I know we have to be strong because this move is going to mean AMAZING things for our future. I know that we will be together for Christmas and take Layla down to Toronto's Lake Shore for the Christmas Market and go sledding with the first snow fall. We're excited to introduce her to everything Toronto has to offer, but saying goodbye to Mr G for three months is scary and incredibly sad.
Thank goodness that for the time being I fly for free! Which means that Layla and I will at least be able to see Mr G once or twice while he is in Toronto. We haven't officially announced this on Facebook yet, so if you are reading this please private message me before posting anything on there. I just had to write about it, which I'm sure I'll do a lot more of.
I'm actually really excited at the possibility of raising Layla in such an amazing and magical city. We are praying to God that all things fall perfectly into place and that He makes this move as simple as possible. Trying to remember that all things are possible through Him is sometimes a little difficult! Must remember to have faith!
Mr G is moving to Toronto.
To start a new job.
And to settle down.
So Layla and I can (*hopefully*) follow in the winter.
Last week Mr G got a job offer. The job offer we have been waiting a long time for. The one that will allow me to stay home with my little princess and be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen all day (HAHA. No. More like eat bonbons and watch Jersey Shore. j/k! I've already got a weekly agenda for LG that includes music classes, Gymboree and ballet. Can we say OCD?).
But seriously - he is going to go live with one of his friends for three months to establish us up there. You know, find a home, save some cash, etc etc etc. It's not going to be an easy move by any means, as Layla and I will have to move into my parents house for the time being. That means Mr G will miss Layla's first steps, her first real word, our first anniversary and possibly Layla's first birthday. That thought of all of the above makes me physically nauseous, but I know we have to be strong because this move is going to mean AMAZING things for our future. I know that we will be together for Christmas and take Layla down to Toronto's Lake Shore for the Christmas Market and go sledding with the first snow fall. We're excited to introduce her to everything Toronto has to offer, but saying goodbye to Mr G for three months is scary and incredibly sad.
Thank goodness that for the time being I fly for free! Which means that Layla and I will at least be able to see Mr G once or twice while he is in Toronto. We haven't officially announced this on Facebook yet, so if you are reading this please private message me before posting anything on there. I just had to write about it, which I'm sure I'll do a lot more of.
I'm actually really excited at the possibility of raising Layla in such an amazing and magical city. We are praying to God that all things fall perfectly into place and that He makes this move as simple as possible. Trying to remember that all things are possible through Him is sometimes a little difficult! Must remember to have faith!
Friday, September 2, 2011
That girl from Australia
You know, the one with the really sexy accent. She also happens to be tall and skinny and beautiful AND she has the best sense of humor. Yeah, that one. Her name is Cassidy.
Sydney, me, Victoria, Cassidy & Samantha at my big day almost a year ago.
Cassidy and I meet ages (ok, not ages, but about 6 or 7 years ago) on an online support group for Endometriosis. She is by far the bravest Endo survivor and fighter I know... Considering she has been through more than any other. She also has the best accent ever because she is from Melbourne, Australia (and now that you've read that in a faux Aussie accent...)
Never in a million years would I have thought I'd talking daily to some random chick in Australia. Never in a billion years would I have thought this random Aussie chick would become my BFF and travel across the world to come to my wedding.
Never.
Ever.
Until one day that crazy bitch showed up at JFK.
So we took her back to my older sister's house in NY and we took pictures because HOLY SHIT THERE'S AN AUSSIE IN THE HOUSE!
Don't worry that bottle is just water.
This picture is probably far more embarrassing for me, but I really don't care because it was the first time she ever had a NY bagel!
And because we had an Aussie in the house we had to do something with her, so we took her to New York City. Going to NYC is every Australian's dream, you know.
HOT DOGS! Cass took one bite of hers and handed the rest to me. Being 7.5 months pregnant, I gladly ate two hot dogs.
We took her to see In the Heights, which she slept through. In her defense, poor kid had just gotten off a plane a day or so earlier. Jet lag is a bitch and a half.
Then a few days later we got dressed up and partied like it was 2010. My day was so much more special knowing that someone who I had never met and who lives on the other side of the world came to celebrate with me. I can only imagine how scared she must've been flying all that way to meet some crazy Italian family from New York. I piss my pants agreeing to meet random strangers I met online (via The Knot - brides to be you know what I'm talking about!) who happen to live around the corner. But she did... and it was the best 3 weeks. I've never laughed so much and shared so much. Watching Cass leave, not knowing when I'd see her again was pretty damn difficult. We still talk daily (whether online or phone) and always complain about how life just isn't fair and that we should be able to just drive to each other's homes. If life was only so simple. But, I'm just glad to know that someone is Australia loves me (OK. SOOO putting that on a t-shirt), and I'm sure she's glad to know that an entire family loves her as if she was another sister.
This is for you Cassidy! We <3 you! & I miss you and your sexy accent.
Sydney, me, Victoria, Cassidy & Samantha at my big day almost a year ago.
Cassidy and I meet ages (ok, not ages, but about 6 or 7 years ago) on an online support group for Endometriosis. She is by far the bravest Endo survivor and fighter I know... Considering she has been through more than any other. She also has the best accent ever because she is from Melbourne, Australia (and now that you've read that in a faux Aussie accent...)
Never in a million years would I have thought I'd talking daily to some random chick in Australia. Never in a billion years would I have thought this random Aussie chick would become my BFF and travel across the world to come to my wedding.
Never.
Ever.
Until one day that crazy bitch showed up at JFK.
So we took her back to my older sister's house in NY and we took pictures because HOLY SHIT THERE'S AN AUSSIE IN THE HOUSE!
This picture is probably far more embarrassing for me, but I really don't care because it was the first time she ever had a NY bagel!
And because we had an Aussie in the house we had to do something with her, so we took her to New York City. Going to NYC is every Australian's dream, you know.
HOT DOGS! Cass took one bite of hers and handed the rest to me. Being 7.5 months pregnant, I gladly ate two hot dogs.
We took her to see In the Heights, which she slept through. In her defense, poor kid had just gotten off a plane a day or so earlier. Jet lag is a bitch and a half.
Then a few days later we got dressed up and partied like it was 2010. My day was so much more special knowing that someone who I had never met and who lives on the other side of the world came to celebrate with me. I can only imagine how scared she must've been flying all that way to meet some crazy Italian family from New York. I piss my pants agreeing to meet random strangers I met online (via The Knot - brides to be you know what I'm talking about!) who happen to live around the corner. But she did... and it was the best 3 weeks. I've never laughed so much and shared so much. Watching Cass leave, not knowing when I'd see her again was pretty damn difficult. We still talk daily (whether online or phone) and always complain about how life just isn't fair and that we should be able to just drive to each other's homes. If life was only so simple. But, I'm just glad to know that someone is Australia loves me (OK. SOOO putting that on a t-shirt), and I'm sure she's glad to know that an entire family loves her as if she was another sister.
This is for you Cassidy! We <3 you! & I miss you and your sexy accent.
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