Archive for October, 2008

Pumpkin Patch

Apparently, I am getting many hits to my site by people who are google-ing the term “Spanking”. Sorry creeps, nothingto see here.  I will try to divert the unwanted attention with something wholesome…

So I decided to take the girls to a pumpkin patch on Saturday. It was my first time! I come from a household that was by no means Americana. I kind of longed to be able to partake in a real thanksgiving. At Thanksgiving we would didn’t have yams and marshmallows, pumpkin pie, or cranberry sauce. What you got in my house was a huge meal that consisted of : chicken, Goulash, and rice with lentils.  yuck.

Nothing says Thanksgiving like Goulash

Nothing says Thanksgiving like Goulash

Although I knew that I could not celebrate Christmas, I kind of wanted to- as I loved the commercialism of it all. I always wanted to decorate a tree, even if it was not my own. I never had any friends who weren’tfrom my school, which means all my friends were Jewish- which gave me no opportunities to decorate anything. I have always wanted to drink eggnog and stand under a mistletoe .

Oops

 I never enjoyed Halloween either, as It was not a “Jewish” holiday. The only thing that was fun about the day was being able to leave school early so that we as Jewish girls wearing long skirts would not be a target of egg flinging school kids.

We got some eggs for 'ya

So I took the girls to a pumpkin patch! I mean, I am first generation American and what’s more American than taking your children to a patch in Autumn!?

I googled sites and found one about an hour away from home. My husband had no idea why I would want to go to one, as he has only been in the US for 4 years. It was a beautiful day in New York- 76 degrees, so I got the girls dressed and headed out!

When does the fun begin mom?

Children of the Corn pumpkins

Neve has a fear of pumpkins

Not the right way to eat a pumpkin Soleil

Neve as a farmer

Oompa Loompa pumpkin

Pumpkin spokesmodel

Later on in the day, I met up with an old friend and we took our kids to the park. She may be the oldest friend that I have- we met when we were 4 years old. She got married at 20, had her first child at 21, and her second at 22. So at the young age of 27, she has a 5 & 6 year old. I find that crazy to wrap my head around. Having a child in the first grade at my age! It was the first time I had met her children, and they were very well behaved. I dont think it’s easy to have well behaved kids. I truly applaud women that do. I sometimes wonder how I will manage. Will I be able to curb my children’s tantrums? Will I help them become the best people that they can be? I guess I will try to do the best that I can.

 

 

Then on Saturday night (I know, I tend to jam pack a million things into one day) I had a birthday dinner for my husband in our apt. I wanted to celebrate his birthday (which was on Monday). He hates celebrating his birthday. He actually hates celebrating birthdays in general- which makes my day mean nothing. This definitely bothers me to no end. I mean, just because he doesnt want his birhday, anniversary, father’s day, valentines day (insert any occasion here) celebrated- doesnt mean I dont want it celebrated! And I know why he doesnt like it celebrated. His mom died when he was 10. She would throw HUGE birthday’s for her children, and when she died no one cared enough to celebrate his birthday. His day was taken away, so why should mine be as well?

But I of course, cannot let a birthday go by uncelebrated. I told him that even though he doesn’t like birthdays, I will celebrate his day – because everyone deserves that one day. I invited some friends over, we ordered dinner in (because there was NO WAY I was going to cook) and I bought a birthday cake.

 

Soleil woke up & was freaked out by everyone

Soleil woke up & was freaked out by everyone

We had some wine, some sushi… it was a nice night.

 

**I finally got around to choosing a winner for my contest last month! When I went to the Martha Stewart blogging show on 9/24 she gave away a few intresting books! The winner was chosen by Random.Org-

 

Congrat’s Sticky Feet!!

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Show & Tell

OK- TC- This one is for you.

Topcat issued a challenge. Put up some embaressing pictures of yourself. I will definetly win, as I have many incriminating/afro-licous photos.

 

Let’s begin, shall we?

So I didnt always looks like this:

 

Shiny hair

Shiny hair

I was born with how  shall I call it… challenged hair? My mom, the hairdresser, and myself didnt know what to do with such hair.

In the 6th grade, I tried to have bangs. Bangs and curly hair, just don’t mix- unless you’re ready for the upkeep-which I definitely WAS NOT. I look half asleep in the picture below, with my poofy bangs- and it didn’t help that I was in a vortex of sorts.

6th Grade

6th Grade

The following year, I wanted to go natural. I tried to tame my huge hair, but alas- this is what happened:

7th Grade

So how about some more embarrassing photo’s shall we?

At the age of 18, a few friends and I went out for a night on the town. We ended up in an S & M Bar (naturally?). There was a menu with different things you could have done to you: toe sucking, spanking, hair pulling. I ordered a virgin Pina Colada. I was the most virginal of the group, having only kissed one boy. My friends thought it would be funny to go behind my back and pay for me to be spanked. When the “waiter” came up to me- my mouth dropped. He was HOT. He told me to come with him, after some hesitation I went.. and he began to shackle my hands to the stage. I protested, but my friends begged me to continue, as they had already payed the man.

I was blind folded

spanked

All I remember was him actually spanking me HARD! It wasn’t for show people- I had welts! I was 18 and truly embarrassed. I begged him to stop hitting me, but he only hit me harder. I guess some people like that.

After he hurt me, he grabbed my hair and gave my a maricino cherry.

 

OK- Someone top that!

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A year ago today.

A year ago today was my husband’s birthday.

A year ago today, I was 25 weeks pregnant.

A year ago today, I decided to get on a chair to hang a “Happy Birthday” Sign on the doorway to make him smile.

A year ago today, we were busy organizing our new larger apartment.

A year ago today, I had Thai food for the first time in two years -and ate the WHOLE plate of Pad Thai- because I was pregnant with twins- and allowed.

A year ago today, I sat at a table with my husband and my parents talking about what we would be doing a year from that day- with two babies.

A year ago today, we came home and went to bed.

A year ago today, I felt cramping the entire night, and brushed it off thinking it was the Thai food.

A year ago today, I called my Doctor’s emergency line to ask if what I was feeling was normal.

A year ago today, I took a shower prior to heading to the hospital, tears and water streaming down my face, begging my girls to not scare mommy.

A year ago today, was  extremely hot for an October day.

A year ago today, I was told by the Doctor that I was in labor.

A year ago today, I was rushed to the Triage, being prepped for a possible birth.

A year ago today, I was given steroid shots to help my unborn daughters lungs develop.

A year ago today, the clock ticked VERY slowly.

A year ago today, The neonatal doctor came by and spoke to me with a somber look in his eyes.

A year ago today, I tried to imagine what my life would be like if  I lost them.

A year ago today, my husband looked at me and said that we would get through it- no matter what happened.

A year ago today, I was scared.

A year ago today, I had never been more scared  in my entire life.

A year ago today, I thought I was going to lose my daughters.

A year ago today, I looked to the ceiling and spoke to my grandmother, and my mother-in-law- who are in Heaven and begged them to speak to the man upstairs to buy us just a few more weeks.

A year ago today, I stopped being a pregnant woman awaiting her children, and became a patient who was constantly monitored.  I became a number.

A year ago today, I would have given my right arm to know that 365 days later, my girls would be OK, and beautiful- despite their premature births.

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Who’s Your Daddy?

My husband worried while we were going through IVF, that the lab may have screwed up and used someone else’s sperm. Of course,  you try not to think about that while going through the process- especially when you are finally pregnant!

I think we can put that fear to rest:

Neve

Neve

 

Daddy

Daddy

CASE CLOSED.

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Why oh Why, Super Why!

If I haven’t mentioned it before, I have been a television freak my entire life. In my parents house, there were never any boundaries. We went to sleep when we wanted (but had to be in our rooms by 11pm), we ate as much junk food as we liked, and well- we watched an INSANE amount of tv. I’m talking 6-7 hours on a weekday, and who knows how much on the weekends!

My older brother and I loved to watch Nick @ Nite. My brother became obsessed with Get Smart & The Prisoner (mind you he was 10) and my mother would allow him to stay up ALL NIGHT (on the weekend) to watch the occasional Marathon. My brother also used to collect TV Guides like trading cards!

My brother & his tv guide

(look at that afro!)

I know that everyone says, Television is detrimental to children. They don’t exercise as much, they don’t use their creativity. I believe that I learnt about the world through television. I traveled to different countries and learnt about several cultures via the tiny screen.

I learnt about sex via a video that I rented at the age of 7pm. No, no- it wasn’t a blue film.It was a cartoon called “Where did I come from”- an educational video that teaches children about the birds and the bees.

I only rented it because I truly wanted to know where the baby came from- Paris, Brazil, Russia? I got quite the hit of reality that day. “You mean babies are made like that….”

I’m sure they must have a new version of that video these days- they must have “Where did I come from- the IVF addition”- because at the end of the day, I will have to explain that to my girls, and that will be one long, and complicated discussion.

Personally, I don’t think it was detrimental to my upbringing. I guess it could be for a lot of kids, but I fell in love with media. I became a media major in college, and now work for a Media Giant.

My girls are OBSESSED with one program on TV. That show my friends is :Super Why?

Super Why! Is a PBS program about a group of 4 friends: Wyatt the Superhero, Princess Presto, WonderRed and Alpha Pig (and no, I didnt not look those names up right now- they are off the top of my head). They teach you how to solve problems with reading power, spelling power, Alphabet Power and finally Word Power. It would be educational if my girls knew how to read, or spell- but alas, they were preemies so they have another 2 months before they learn to do that.

I first noticed their love of the show when they started yelling at the TV when the show would begin. They sit in their bouncers and watch the screen: QUIETLY.

Here comes the bad parent thing: Sometimes we put it on 3-4 times a day (mostly on the weekends) so that they will sit quietly. Neve happens to be in love with Wyatt:

This is Neve watching Wyatt

This is Neve watching Wyatt

 

Mom- please let us watch in peace!

Mom- please let us watch in peace!

 

Guess what's on TV?

Guess what's on TV?

What do your kids like to watch? What was your favorite show as a kid?

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Long time no post

So I’ve kind of been MIA this past week.

On Thursday, my dad told us that he has to have a kidney removed due to a 5cm growth. The Doctor’s don’t think it’s cancerous, but of course- you never know until they open you up. My dad is really scared, which is not at all surprising considering that this is a man that refuses to get life insurance because that means he’s acknowledging his own death….yeah that’s normal Dad.

He hasn’t been acting his quirky self lately- which is major for this man.

I try to reassure him that there’s a reason that GD gives you two of everything (well, most things). I had my ovary, and right fallopian tube removed due to a 14cm cyst a few years back (thus the scar tissue build up which caused my infertility)- which is why I had twins I suppose.

He needs to have surgery soon- which kind of conflicts with my grandfather being here. My parent’s house is so stressful right now, because my mother cant really deal with my grandfather and my Dad’s neediness. My Dad is going to have surgery in the hospital where I gave birth/was on hospital bedrest. It will be an opportunity to go over and thank all my past nurses- I liked the night ones more than the morning nurses. I also promised the NICU that when the girls turned 1 years old, I would send them a picture of the girls so that they can hang on their “graduates wall” in the parent’s lounge.  That graduate’s wall was one of the things that got me through the NICU. Seeing pictures of healthy, beautiful children who were once preemies too.

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On Friday night, we went to my parents house for the Sabbath. We don’t usually take the girls out at night because they are nightmares if they are not in their own beds by 7:00PM. We only agreed to take them because my grandfather is here- and since we don’t have much family in the US, we had to take advantage of some family time.

My dad, Soleil & the comp mouse

How I waited for this day!

 

My mom, soleil & my grandfather

Dad thought it would be funny to put yameka on Neve

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We moved the girls cribs down because Soleil is starting to reach up in an attempt to grab the railing. The funny thing is, now that it’s higher up, she sees it as more of a challenge and therefore attempts to grab on much more. She has also starting sitting unassisted. It’s crazy to see a baby transform from a blob into a mobile little thing!

The railing on her side of the crib is all scratched up from her teeth marks!

Neve is content just rolling from place to place:

 

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On Sunday night we went out for my friend Heidi’s 27th Birthday at a restaurant named Forge in NYC. What was supposed to be a $55 pre-fixed menu ended up costing us $200! I just don’t get the mentality of having to divide the check evenly when everyone but you order alcohol!

Birthday Girl

I mean I’m definitely not one to be cheap, it’s just that we’re barely surviving on my income (as my husband has yet to find a job while in school). My father-in-law was nice enough to send us some cash, but of course if it’s not flowing, we’ll be in the same place in a few weeks.

Speaking of which, my husband received a letter from his school stating that his GPA is one of the highest in his school and qualifies him for a scholarship. I am so proud of him. This is a man that dropped out of high school at 16, had no formal education after that- and started school at the age of 27- and is taking all his classes in English (which is NOT his first language!). Yeahy husband! I am definitely his biggest cheerleader. Belive me, if my income was large enough to support us both while he is in school, I would totally be all for him focusing solely on his studies. Alas, that is not the case.

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Monday was Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New year. We were invited to my mom’s cousin’s house. He too has twins who are 15 months. Twins are the new fashion accessory. This year was really sweet, as it was the girls first R.H. We dressed them up in pretty little dresses:

Soleil: "Whatchya got there?"

Neve: "I believe that;s my foot"

Mommy & the girls

Daddy & the girls

I am quite proud of the fact that we managed to sleep train our girls from a young age. They are usually in bed by 6:30/ 7pm and wake up around 7am. If they wake up a bit earlier, they play withthe small toys we leave in their cribs at night. This works wonderful for us 75% of the time- except when we have to go out at night with the girls. They refuse to fall asleep anywhere but their cribs. Monday night’s holiday dinner was unbearable with them- they cried on and off for 3.5 hours because they were tired, cranky and couldn’t fall asleep. They do this to us often when we have to take them out at night. I think it’s not a good  thing that they have conditions to their sleep ie. lights out, in their cribs, after dinner. But I guess I shouldnt complain as we are home on 99% of nights.

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On Tuesday night we were invited to my  cousin’s house again for holiday dinner- but this time we passed. I dont think we wanted to relive the previous nights craziness with the girls. We did take them on a walk to my friend’s house- and they got to wear pretty clothes again:

"This remote could use some ketchup"

There’s only so much time babies will give you to photgraphthem… this is the aftermath:

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Nothing planned for the weekend, which is a good thing. I dont think my life was this hectic before I had kids! Of course, I may just invite people over for dinner because I enjoy to overspend myself!

On a work note, I am applying for another position at my company. I am pretty tight with the hiring manager- so I am keeping my fingers crossed. I am a bit worried that my boss wont be happy about it- and might sabotage- but I am trying to stay positive. Wish me luck.

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