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2008

Totally borrowed this post from here.

In 2008, I….

  • Celebrated New Years Eve at home with my newly released preemie daughters from the NICU.

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  • Had no sleep for countless months.
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Send coffee

  • Learnt how to somewhat navigate motherhood.
  • Learnt how to use a bulb syringe, change a diaper that literally exploded, feed and bathe two babies at once (insert baby duties here x2)
  • Decided to not sweat the small stuff in life.
  • Realized that being a working mom is what is right FOR ME.
  • Realized that I wasn’t as happy as I should have been.
  • Went to therapy.
  • Battled PPD or/and PTSD.
  • Learnt to truly enjoy motherhood without losing myself.

 

  • Saw my daughters faces light up after returning from a long day at work.
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What up mom?

  • Took our  6 month old daughters on an 11 hour international flight to visit their family in Israel(many of you are still in awe of that).
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Neve enjoying the inter flight movie

  • Turned 27 years old.

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  • Went to my grandparents house for the first time after my grandmother had passed. Such emptiness.

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  • Rode an ATV on a beautiful June day.

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  • Realized that not everyone is good on the inside.
  • Boss got fired, so lost my job (LOVED my old boss).
  • Was rehired by the man who took over (asshole who often condescends me).
  • Realized my self worth at work.

 

  • Planned and executed a kick- ass first birthday party for my twins.
home made bday cakes!

home made bday cakes!

  • Went out with some friends and got drunk (Something I thought only non- mommies are allowed to do).

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  • Baked some bread.
  • Dreamt, and ultimatly predicted two pregnancies (not my own of course).

 

  • Realized there are more important things than how other’s view your posessions.
Bye Bye my pretty car, Alas- we can no longer afford you

Bye Bye my pretty car, Alas- we can no longer afford you

  • Made some AMAZING blog friends who I know will be with me FOREVER (you know who you are).
  • Winessed as America finally made a change on Novmeber 4th.

  • Lost some weight (pre-preggo jeans, here I come- only 18 more lbs!)img_7594

 

  • Witnessed how my daughters went from this:

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to this:

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Happy New Years! Hope 2009 Brings only happiness and joy to you and your family!

 

xoxox

GG

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Catch Up

No posts lately. Kind of  a writers block.

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Work life is unbearable sometimes. My boss is quite bi-polar, and can be really nice one minute, and a  monster the next. I am currently interviewing for other positions in the company… so we’ll see.

But I def did enjoy my company holiday party last week. I went out, got drunk with my friends, and danced on the stage. I felt like I was young, single, with no children- it felt nice for that one night!

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This is what happens after two drinks

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My husband is still not working, and just finished his finals.

 We’re not doing too well financially because of this- as you can imagine, so I forced him to call his father and ask for some help. His dad sent us some money, so we’re out of the hole for at least the next two months. Urgh. Plus, I am giving up my car. Sniff sniff…… We just cant afford it- with my husband in school and all. But alas, we must make sacrifices for the greater good.

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My father had surgery two weeks ago. He had a 5cm cyst growing on his right kidney. They removed it, and 25% of his kidney as well. Then they found out that the cyst ,in fact, was canerous. The good thing is, they removed it.

My dad is kind of weirded out by the whole thing. He is the type of guy that runs to the doctor if he sees a little mole- so finding out that he had cancer, shook him to the core.

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My dad's 66th Birthday- one week before his surgery

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My 17 year old cousin (who is here from Israel) is staying by my house until the 27th. She was originally supposed to come to my home from the 21st-27th, but decided to come on the 14th- which means two weeks!

I don’t usually have a problem with house guests, it’s the house guests that never say “please” or “thank You for going out of your way for me even though one of you has finals, and the other works 12 hours a day and have twin babies”. She never picks up after herself, and complains about everything.

She is literally annoying as hell.

 

I mean, I know that I was a teen once- and was no angel. But I would have had the common sense to apologize if two babies fell off the couch in succession, hitting their heads hard- while in my care. Yes, in her care. And she didn’t even apologize people.

What the hell is wrong with teens today?

But of course, I cant say anything because I feel as though I owe her mom. When I was studying abroad in Israel when I was 22 for a semester, my school was a few blocks away form my aunt’s house. My aunt was so cool with me, letting me sleep by her home once a week, giving me a key- and being super cool. Now her daughter is here, and I have to take care of her- even though she always seems unhappy. Funny thing is though, she came to New York to see a concert, and to stay by her friend’s house in New Jersey. She was originally supposed to stay there for two weeks, and one week by us- but decided to come to us for two weeks even though I specifically told her mother that I was working and my husband was in school.

She’s leaving in 3 days- yeahy!

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So one of my best friends is pregnant with- baby #3- and this time I was genuinely happy. The first time she was pg, I was just about to get married so babies werent on my mind. The second pregnancy, I was TTC and couldn’t get pregnant, so it hurt a bit. This time I am genuinely happy for her- and I know that although I miss being pregnant, I am in NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM ready for another child now.

Of course, I dreamt that she was pregnant before she found out (not surprising) - so when i told her about the dream, she went to the doctor and he just confirmed it.

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So it’s Hanukkah! Very exciting, as it’s kind of like the girls first real Hanukkah (they were int he NICU last year). I tried to be conventional and do it all!

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Lighting the motorcycle shaped menorah

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Neve with her Hanukka gelt

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Soleil and her gelt

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grandma's latkes

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Lighting the menorah

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My friend's first born lighting the menorah

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My friend's second born swinging Neve

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Neve having a "little" snack

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FYI- Neve has already chipped a tooth. I mean, she’s only had it for a few months!

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Front tooth- to the left

I wish you all a happy holiday and enjoy this time with family. I shall be back after the new year!

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On Crooners & Gymboree

So guess who I went to see in concert Friday night?

This guy:

*SIGH*

He is a DREAMBOAT people- dreamboat I tell ya!

 

 

(The problem is, now I want to have Michael Buble’s children.)

I got last minute tickets from my bi-polar boss on  Friday night. The tickets were in our company’s suite at Madison Square Garden. I called my husband and surprisingly he said he wanted to go- so off we went.

Great show, it was sold out. I cannot even begin to tell you how many middle aged women were in the audience trying to grope the young man!

 

Moving on, we signed the girls up for Gymboree on Saturday. We had originally signed up for a free class, and didnt think we would actually sign them up for three months. Well we did.

I mean once you saw their little faces, and the fun they were having with all the other kids- you would have signed on the dotted line too!

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The class is for 10-16 month olds and  focuses on this specific age group.

We signed up to go every Saturday at noon for the next three months. I think now is a good time to sign up for this because it is freezing out and we wont be taking them out of the house very often.

What indoor activities do you do with your kids during the winter time?

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Food for thought…

Choosing a wife

 

A man wanted to get married. He was having trouble choosing among three likely candidates. He gives each woman a present of $5,000 and watches to see what they do with the money.

The first does a total makeover. She goes to a fancy beauty salon, gets her hair done, new makeup; buys several new outfits and dresses up very nicely for the man. She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive for him because she loves him so much.

The man was impressed.


The second goes shopping to buy the man gifts. She gets him a new set of golf clubs, some new gizmos for his computer, and some expensive clothes. As she presents these gifts, she tells him that she has spent all the money on him because she loves him so much.

Again, the man is impressed.


The third invests the money in the stock market. She earns several times the $5,000. She gives him back his $5,000 and reinvests the remainder in a joint account. She tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves him so much.


Obviously, the man was impressed.


The man thought for a long time about what each woman had done with the money he’d given her.



Then
he married the

one with the 

biggest breasts. 


Men are like that, you know.

There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer’s research. This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them.

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You know what? I am rich…

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If I were a rich girl…..

 

I decided to play the lotto the other day.

 

I really was down to my last three dollars and saw a sign that said “MegaBall Jackpot- 111 Million”

I imagined me giving my last three dollars away and winning $111 Million.

 

 But I didn’t.

 

Bah.

 

When you hold a lottery ticket in your hand, it allows you to dream. I mean, what IF I did win? What would I do?

1) I would quit my job.

Not because I don’t like working in media- I love it. I just don’t love my specific position, and I am not a huge fan of my boss.

2) I would take time off to be with my girls.

 I would definitely have hired help (not my mother) and be able to enjoy my girls, but not be overwhelmed by the mundane task of changing , bathing feeding them both by myself .

3) I would go to culinary school (it’s a dream of mine). 

I wouldnt go  to become a chef,  just to learn the art of cooking. I’m not a bad cook, but I would love to truly learn the elements and basics of food preperation from the bottom up. I would also love to learn how to make pastries.

4) I would buy an apartment in Manhattan (too expensive for us poor folk who live in Brooklyn)-

 and that way I could be in the heart of the city I love.

5) I would buy a home in Israel-

that we would move to when my husband graduates.

6) I would travel to different countries (Never been to any country other than Canada) and just explore.

7) Of course, I would also help out my close family and friends. I wouldn’t let my extended family know about winning, as everyone would pop out of the woodwork- and believe me I have about 60 first cousins.

 8) I would buy a t-shirt that said “New Money”- just to kind of get the word out.

 

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What would you do?

I am tagging:

Topcat  

HeatherMike  (Because these two rock- literally)

Stacie (her sons have the cutest glasses!)

Kerry(We couldn’t meet up when she was in NYC the other week- and that made me sad!)

Karen( even though she didnt send me a copy of her documentary :(   even though I tried to order the channel just for the night)

Chas (if she finds the time!)

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Onions

I wish I could shake it.

The hold that my mother has on me seems like it will never go away.

Things that I do today, that affect me adversely… is because of her.

I peeled another layer off of the onion in therapy today.

There are so many layers.

Why do I spend?

Because if I buy clothes (or things for my home, or things for my girls) I get complimented. Why am I prisoner to compliments? Why do I need to constantly be reassured? Why do I need everyones approval…

When I was a little girl, I was a tomboy. I loves roughhousing, I had a big mouth and crazy hair. I was not dainty in anyway.

My mom hated that I wasn’t her “small, quiet, gentle” little girl that she always imagined having, she would constantly berate me and tell me that I should have been born a boy.

Heavy words for a 6 year old to hear.

What I heard was … “You’re not good enough. Your not what I wanted in a daughter”

Once I got married, I wanted to TTC right away. I knew I had an ovary, and fallopian tube removed and thought that might create problems in becoming pregnant.

 I was right.

Every month that passed, every negative that popped up on my home pregnancy test .. just proved my mother right… I wasn’t woman enough.

When I did finally become pregnant, I was sitting on top of the world. I loved being pregnant. I had no real morning sickness, and I embraced my body. I was allowed to eat what I wanted (i was carrying twins) and relished getting bigger. I felt like I won some sort of feminine lottery- I wasn’t only pregnant, I was pregnant with two! In your face mom… you see, I am a woman.

Of course my negative self image  wasn’t helped by the fact that I gave birth prematurely. It just proved that I wasn’t ‘woman enough” to hold my babies in for a few more weeks. My body had failed me. Mom won.

In a way, I envy pregnant women because they are proving to the world that they are, in fact, women. And an insane part of me wants to get pregnant again, now, just to prove that I have what it takes to have a full term baby. Crazy, I know.

 

The intellectual part of me knows that she was wrong, that no mother should say those kinds of things to their kids… but it still doesn’t change the fact that I see myself that way. I have never been woman enough, feminine enough.

When I get compliments for my clothes, or anything in my appearance, it makes me feel like I’m getting it right. Like women kind is giving me their stamp of approval, like I was given their secret handshake.

This leads me down a road of spending.

I am trying to rid myself of all the poison streaming through my veins, so that I wont infect my daughters.

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