What is that on the baby?

Some of you have asked what was all over the baby -- finger paint. Yes, finger paint.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Diaper Babies


Peanut looking so serious


Peanut Daddy Time


Peanut on the big bed


Head stand?


What a face...


Cozy Pumpkin Man


Pumpkin Man and his thumb


With hair like this, who needs clothes?


Peanut walks Ruby


Pumpkin Man being fancy


Pumpkin Man in the morning sun

Bath Time



Peanut the mermaid


Baths are exciting


and a little cold!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Food Faces


Peanut eating bagel and cream cheese




Cake Face



Easter chocolate.... Yum!



Mmmmmmm COOKIE!




Say Cheese!



A little Thanksgiving dinner, Pumpkin?



Pumpkin Man eating blueberries



more blueberries 



Peanut eating peas


Peanut eating sweet potato

Saturday, March 6, 2010

It's a Pity Party

For the past few weeks (maybe more) I've been pretty grumpy. I'm having trouble with the balance between work, family, life and me. Welcome to life as a mother, right? Yeah? Not helpful -- but then not much seems to be helpful these days. Looking back, I really struggled with some serious hormones for years (like 4 from the pregnancy with Peanut until Pumpkin was about 1 and I stopped BF). The problem is that now I seem leveled out, but the level is pretty low.

At home, the kids don't sleep (Pumpkin has been getting up at 4:00 AM for the day and Peanut wakes up several times a night), Pumpkin has been whiny, Peanut doesn't eat, the chores are endless, the house is old, the dog's eye is runny, the cats keep puking, and my life is a money pit. I'm tired and short of patience with my family because I'm pretty much wasted by the end of my work day. My job is crazy social, and I'm not. Before we had kids, I used to come home from work and just veg for an hour in silence ( we called it teacher hangover). Now, I don't have that option. I'm just "on" from my waking moment at 5:30 AM until I fall asleep on the couch at 8:30 PM -- and I just can't catch my breath. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I get to shower alone -- but only sometimes.

At work, I used to be the go to person for many people. In reality, I know I'm not really able to do this anymore, but I have trouble admitting this because my ego is too invested in being uber-capable. The other problem is that most of the people around me are having trouble with my new limitations, too. Some of them won't admit that I'm not everything I used to be because it would mean more work for them, and others just don't notice I guess. Either way, I've never been good at admitting that something was beyond my ability, and I'm not any better now. So this results in days when I skip meals to work, or try to do too many things at once and end up having to start again because I've screwed everything up.

On Thursday, I finally lost it. I had to kick a  kid out of my class because she was loudly profane and absurdly disruptive. When I met with her after class, we tried to have a conversation about it, but I couldn't dig up even an ounce of empathy for this kid. She's going on and on about her horrible life (starting with a rape at age 8 and ending with the birth of her son 4 months ago), and all I could say was, "Hmmmm. Sounds like you need some therapy. You still need to behave in my class."

When I got home, I dumped on HM for making a beautiful dinner because I would have rather had a frozen pizza and less responsibility for the kids. He didn't get my point and was hurt (rightfully so) by my ingratitude. After wallowing in my own guilt and self pity, I broke down and cried at the kitchen table for a while (HM took the kids out of the room). I then announced that my life was overwhelming and that I felt trapped. I fell asleep on the couch a half hour later.

The next day, I finished my tirade by melting down at work. My boss (a truly wonderful woman with whom I've always had a great relationship) accidently pushed me to the end of my rope. I ended up in her office having a very "honest" conversation about my feelings in relation to my job that took almost 2 hours and ended with another tearful announcement that I was trapped in my job and feeling desperate. Then I drove home (normally 25 minutes) in terrible traffic for over an hour and a half.  Dinner was ruined and HM was upset because I hadn't called (sabotaging my career was an impulse move, not a plan). Again, I wallowed in guilt and self pity until I fell asleep on the couch, only to wake to the 2.5 year old kissing me goodnight.

Nice, huh? Tell me it gets better.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Soothing My Husband's Ego

So I forgot to link my husband in the last post, and he's been on me about it since. Apparently, I ruffled his feathers quite thoroughly, high maintenance pain in the neck. Like there's anyone here who doesn't know that he's my husband -- So anyway, here it is. I'm linking his stupid asshttp://musingsfromthebigpink.blogspot.com/

Happy now, dearest?
     -- Kisses,
          Your wife

Saturday, February 20, 2010

My Husband Is A Lovely Sugar Doll-- And Now, So Am I

My husband gave me another award (I suspect because he thinks I should blog more), so here I am accepting it. Realistically, he couldn't have not given it to me since it's called the...



Anywhooo, I apparently have to tell ya'll 10 things you likely don't know about me. Here it goes:

The List:

  1. I had significant postpartum depression with my first child, but not my second.
  2. I was once engaged to my husband's friend, and we were all roommates
  3. I cheated on nearly every guy I was ever involved with except my husband 
  4. I once beat up a girl during my religion class in high school
  5. I have a thing for Jewish men -- Dreyfess (think Jaws, not Mr. Holland's Opus), John Stewart, Seth Green, Adam Horovitz, Adam Sandler, Adam Brody, Kevin Pollack, Paul Rudd, HM...
  6. I've traveled the country (twice), but never been to NYC and couldn't care less
  7. My first semester of college my blood alcohol level was higher than my GPA
  8. I hate subtitled movies and I don't care that it makes me WT
  9.  I once ate 9 Taco Bell Tacos in a 1/2 hour to win a bet against my husband -- for a dollar 
  10.  My dog died when I was young, and my father told me she went to live on a farm. I believed this until I was 28 years old because clearly any farm wants old, blind, arthritic Irish Setters. Right? 
Now, I get to bestow this award on someone. I know that this award is a silly little thing, but the woman I am choosing is not. I gave her the award because her breast cancer story touched me so much. It's just an arbitrary blog award, but I wanted to let her know that even though we'll probably never meet, her story has affected my life.
  1. Farida at Chapters from my Life for her touching post about her brave battle with cancer and the subsequent journey of self discovery. May I one day be as introspective and judicious.  

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Should I stay or should I go?

I moved away from the city of my birth when I was 16 years old, and other than the odd holiday or family gathering I didn't go back -- that is until I bought a house there. When my daughter was about 8 months old, my husband and I suddenly and unexpectedly found ourselves looking for a new place to live (long story). We had already made the commitment to being a one income family, so we had to find something that we could afford on my salary alone. And, despite what the republican demagogues would have you believe, school teachers aren't in it for the money.

We decided that we didn't really want to rent for several reasons: 1. our huge moron of a dog, 2. the frustration of spending without equity, 3. rent is as expensive in our area as most mortgages, 4. the American dream of a little house with a yard, 5. wanting to provide roots for our kids, and finally 6. fear of being displaced again with at least one baby (we ended up pregnant again 3 months later).

After an exhaustive search for an affordable neighborhood with decent schools and a reasonable commute for me, we settled on my home town. It was a mistake. The schools are fine but the town itself is in a massive depression and has serious self-image problems. The parks suck, the politics are kind of shady,  the people are xenophobic and many are racist, and the renter to owner ratio is way out of whack.

At the same time, the commute is as good as I can afford, the schools still have strong art and music programs and free preschool for all. The shop owners are friendly and warm -- they stop to smile at my kids and give them treats. It is a 15 minute drive to the ocean, nicer parks, the woods, swimming ponds, and the city. People stop on the street to talk to you, the library is welcoming and family friendly, and the food is great and affordable.

The town tries to make itself something better, but almost everything they do makes no sense. Do we stay and try to make this a better place? Do we go and find something closer to what we want? I feel like a quitter if I cut and run, but at the same time I have no idea what one person can do to change a whole town. Any ideas? What would you do? Seriously, I'm at a loss, and I want your opinions.
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