Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Baby D in the Office

A day after the faint that almost was, here is Baby D spending the morning with mama in the office. He took care of my filing and contract review. This kid's an asset to the company.

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After a long morning of furious Dictaphoning at 65 WPM...

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This guy is good.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Dear Daycare Ladies

Dear Daycare Ladies,

About a week ago, I was crafting a love letter to you all. Every time I dropped in on you, Baby D was being cradled in someone's arms or playing well with older babies under your supervision. I wanted to throw my arms around you and kiss your plump cheeks for making up sweet little nicknames for my sweet little boy. This week, not so much. I suppose its just "working mother's guilt" that is getting to me, but I almost threw the back of my hand against my forehead and let my knees buckle under my suited body when I heard that you let my little angel cry for a few minutes while you tended to other children. I mean, had the cute little one year old not been occupying the nearest highchair, I would have used it to break a dramatic fall. What about the pizza lunches I treated everyone to? Doesn't that buy my little sweetheart some VIP minutes?

Now, if you didn't know, Baby D hardly ever cries. He shrieks, squeaks, growls and doo-wops, but he rarely cries. You've disclosed to me that his favorite ersatz lap-lady is now in the toddler section so that may explain it. New daycare lady, I'm giving you a few more weeks (and maybe a dozen donuts and coffee for breakfast) to win Baby D over. If I hear that my precious little babe sheds one tear from inattention, I'm pulling him out. And taking the ersatz lap-lady from the toddler room with me.


Lawyer Mom Thinking of Becoming a Teacher Purely for Summers Off with Baby D

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Sleeping Through the Night

Maybe it was the NyQuil I took to soothe my sore throat (maybe I was in such a deep slumber that I didn't hear him stir?) or just the long day we spend at the beach chasing my nephew in order to de-stress his mother, but for the first time in a long time, Baby D slept through the night. In honor of this small, yet important milestone, I'm sharing a video we made when he was just a young baby. We had such dreams then, didn't we?

Given this newfound energy of mine, I'll be back tonight to return e-mails and comments. Have a great Sunday everyone!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Great Things to Come

I've been presented with some wonderful opportunities in the last couple of weeks. I will share them with you in the coming days. In the meantime, in the words of my father-in-law, HOLD ONTO YOUR BOOTS Kids! It'll be a fun ride, I promise.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

8 Reasons Why I Breastfeed

In honor of National Breastfeeding Month, I did a filmed interview for TheBump.com on being a part of the "Boob-olution". I'm not quite sure WHY there has to be a Boob-olution, I mean, I think new mothers shouldn't give this selfless act a second thought. I consider it to be a sort of 'fourth trimester'.

I never thought I'd be a so-called 'lactivist' but I've become one after continuing to hear about the benefits of breast milk and lactation. If you're a new mom and you tell me you didn't even give it a shot, I'm totally judging you. Is that bad? OMG. I've become my mother.

1. Baby D will be a little bit brighter. The average increase in intelligence of breastfed babies over formula fed babies is about 7 points. With all that social media out there, every little bit helps :)

2. It's free! and I'm cheap. Once you get back to work, all you need is a pump (average investment: $200) and you're all set. Less than 2% of women are physically unable to breastfeed so see a lactation consultant if you're having trouble (I did!). It'll save you over $2,000 the first year. You can use that for a nice Caribbean vacation. And have the body for a bikini.

3. I was back in my size 4s within 3 weeks! I'm glad I did because Big D wasn't ready for that jelly. Neither was I. During pregnancy, your body stores fat especially meant to be used for breastfeeding. If you don't breastfeed, that stubborn fat stays there until you work it off the hard way. Just making breastmilk burns about 500 calories a day!

4. The American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP) recommends it. I like baby D a lot, so I figure I should do what the doctor orders. You know, since I'm not a doctor.

5. Breastfeeding decreases your cancer risk. It can lower the incidence of breast cancer, ovarian cancer, endometrial cancer, etc.

6. Infants who are exposed to formula - particularly early on - have a greater likelihood to develop obesity and Type I diabetes. Infants who were exclusively breastfed for at least 5 months with no formula had lower rates of Type I diabetes. Breastfeeding your baby also lowers your baby's risk of childhood (allergies, respiratory illness, ear infections, etc). Especially good if you have to send the little pooper to daycare a.k.a the petri dish swathed in primary colors.

7. Thousands of years of human evolution have created the perfect food for babies. Ladies, use your breasts - that's what they're there for! Ok, that and maybe propped up in a nice wrap shirt for a few drinks in a tony lounge if the ol' funds are running low. But seriously, what other product do you know actually touts its competitor's product on its own packaging? Well, that's what formula cans have. They all have "breastfeeding is best" printed right there on the can/bottle.

8. We get warm, cuddly bonding time together. And a unique chance to one-up Big D in at least one area. Hey, its not a sky-high toss in the air or a shoulder ride through the neighborhood, but its something!

Friday, August 20, 2010

NYCity Mama's Celebrity Wax Party at Madame Tussaud's Swag Bag

This bag included an electronic Rubik's Cube, discount museum tickets and a Bratz doll. Only one complaint: I really wish it had included Tupperware so that I could bring some of well-seasoned meat home. Did I tell you how good the food was?

NYCity Mama's Celebrity Wax Party at Madame Tussaud's Recap

I need the name of their caterer. You know, just for a couch snack on a Wednesday night.

Really, Tyra? Ever since you got your own show, you've changed.

By the time I got to this party, I was well-oiled from the champagne and wine at the Martha Stewart Party. The food at the Celebrity Wax Party was DELICIOUS. And I'm not just saying that because I was already on a roll. There were baskets of meaty, carb-free treats and I ate until my pancreas nearly shut down. While I was gorging on the smoked-meat smorgasbord, a young woman walked up behind me and asked if there was a line. There was no one else within 10 feet of me. That dry humor told me I wouldn't be sipping wine in the corner with a wax, expressionless Leonardo DiCaprio stiffly holding me to his creepily human-feeling chest as I had previously assumed.

The witty one has a design blog, Walker House. Pretty soon, we were joined by a friend of hers, SmartyPantsMama and now we had us a party. After touring Madame Tussaud's and collecting our swag bags, we were off to the Hilton for The People's Party.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Martha Stewart Blogger's Night Out Party Swag Bags

My swag bag just so happened to hold the exact same paper punch that I wanted to buy at Micheal's Crafts. Boo-yah! She (my new pal Martha) even included some letterpress thank you cards (is it weird if I send her one for the swag?), a gift certificate for a $70 Ott Lamp and green dish/hand soap.

Also from dear ol' Martha was this little selection of Kraft goodies. I'm a Miracle Whip girl so I happened to really enjoy getting a full size container of the condiment. We're also going to give the Homestyle Mac n Cheese a try. We have three pouches of it. Maybe add lobster and Pinot Grigio and we have ourselves a date night?

Overheard from the Kitchen

Big D: Hey, can I give Baby D a slice of this pepperoni?
Me: No, it's got nitrates, too much salt, he hasn't eaten pork yet, too many preservatives and fat.... {Big D hears Charlie Brown's teacher: wha wha wha wha wha}
Me: {after looking up from the kitchen counter and looking into the living room} WHAT IS HE CHEWING ON?
Big D: What?! I broke it up into small pieces. He likes pepperoni.
Baby D: {smiles and reaches to Dad for another slice}
**Clutching pearls**

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Martha Stewart Blogger's Night Out Party Recap

I was really nervous when I entered the Martha Stewart Omnimedia building. I mean, this is the QUEEN of cottage industry. I was hopelessly trying to be a cool New Yorker and show these out-of-town bloggers how we do it but I was so excited. While waiting to enter the elevator (it was 6 pm so the employees were rushing to go home while the bloggers were arriving), I met a nice girl in line. She nervously introduced herself (an interior design blogger originally from South Africa) and we became line buddies with the implicit understanding that we'd probably separate once we got a hold of the champagne (i.e. liquid courage).

After giving our name/blog/e-mail address to the interns at the desk and warned not to take any photos of the hallways (where photos and swatches for the upcoming issues were pinned), we entered a very white canvas of a loft space speckled with colorful foods, drinks and craft papers. It was just as I had pictured it. Well, almost. I didn't expect Martha to be playing ping-pong before a group of awestruck, champagne-sipping bloggers. The whole scene was like a Martha Stewart Weddings layout. Young men whisked by with trays of fruity drinks and champagne. Young women stood behind craft tables demonstrating craft punches and pens on colorful 80 pound paper. You know, the good stuff.

I rode a bicycle that powered a blender filled with spiked blackberry limeade. And had faux eyelashes applied. I even ran into Bee from Weddingbee on my way out. Even better, I met Mrs. Cooper. Within five minutes of meeting, she licked her finger to wipe something off my face and I knew we'd be fast pals. She has a hilarious blog and I look forward to learning a couple of things from her. What a great way to kick off my BlogHer experience. In the words of Martha Stewart, "Its a good thing".

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

BlogHer '10 Swag

Bag of coffee? Check. Plush toy modeled after a breakfast food? Check. Coupons galore? Check. I know about the controversy surrounding the swag at BlogHer, but I have to admit...I loved it! The products, not the controversy. Where else can you see an OC Housewife, Bruce Jenner, Ronald McDonald AND the Pillsbury Dough Boy all in one room?

I tried many samples of as yet unreleased items and many of the company reps made me a product believer! BlogHer vendors, some of you were genius in your pitch!

I don't even have everything pictured (namely, the hair flat irons, t-shirts, baby gear, etc.) I better find a home for it all or Big D will sign me up for Hoarders.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Long Weekend - Family Version

It has been a long weekend my friends. Loaded down like two pack-mules, we traipsed through the tri-state area spreading the love to our families. Having a baby makes you a celebrity. To your relatives, at least. I wonder when that magic wears off? I have a feeling its right around the time the precious little ones start throwing blunt objects.

I have a post in the works, but in the meantime, I'll leave you with one of my favorite pictures from the weekend, taken by my dear husband. He is certainly mastering the art of the candid photo. He captured this right after I awoke to the baby sumo sitting up next to me, slapping my head. You know, the giant orb still pounding from too much wine the night before. Ah, the joys of motherhood.

See you tomorrow, when I wake up!

Friday, August 13, 2010

Rihanna Concert Recap

WHO turned Mother loose on the town last night?!

Thanks to my supportive husband and good-natured baby, I was able to get out on the town early enough to join my friend at her apartment for a light beer and chicken wing meal before the show. Do you know how nice it is to be able to eat chicken wings with delicious ease? We went to a fast food Korean chicken restaurant where the wings were outrageously good. Maybe it was just because I was able to eat them without holding a grabby squirmy worm in my lap. Nevermind dinner dates with your partner...most mothers just need a nice dinner date with an otherwise difficult to eat plate of food. Like blue crab (my favorite) or anything requiring chopsticks.

We arrived at MSG with our bellies appropriately full of MSG and joined our other friends in time to see Ke$ha onstage. Her set got the tween through cougar audience out of their seats. After making a mad dash for the half a mile long margarita bar lines during intermission (I stuck to imported beer - no line for malt liquor, who knew?), everyone arrived back in their seats in time for Rihanna to take the stage. She has such a strong voice. And such a sadomasochistic taste in clothing. I wondered aloud to my friend how it would feel to be a singer, onstage in front of thousands, with each and every attendee singing along to your songs. Must be amazing. And creepy. At one of my friend's urging, all of us stayed until the very end. Long enough to witness a burst of silvery pink confetti in the shape of an umbrella fall from the ceiling.

Sure, I wanted to stay out LATE and party in the Meatpacking District, drink in hand, dancing wildy on banquettes until last call at 4 am, figuring that I really don't get to stay out late very much. But I truthfully started to miss my little bobblehead at home and felt warm inside (it wasn't the malt liquor, I swear!) when I saw how well Big D had taken care of him. He was clean, freshly diapered and fast asleep. I was home before 12:45 am and today my head and metatarsals are thanking me for it.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Under My Umbrella Ella Ella Ella Eh Eh

I'll be at the Rihanna concert with my former law school roommates tonight at MSG (Madison Square Garden) so I am unable to update right now but I'll be back tonight or tomorrow morning with a post!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Heartburn and the Car Seat

I have heartburn today. For the first time since the pregnancy last year. I haven't been eating anything unusual, so I have to assume that its staying up late with a cranky Baby D, work and that "heifer, you better not put me in this car seat" cry that he's been performing for the last couple of days. I guess this new cry is a good thing: it shows that he's upset that he and his dad aren't playing on the floor anymore since we all have to go to work. He laughs like a big boy when my husband lifts him up and flies him around. And cries like a banshee when I put him in his car seat.

Mind you, the car seat is the luxury cruise liner of baby transportation. Its got two cup holders on each side, plush upholstery a pillow and extra cushions that you can add as needed. And it sits tall enough that the poor fella doesn't have his baby feet bottoms touching the back of our rear car seat. So tall that I can't see in the baby mirror whether someone is sticking him with needles back there. That's really the only explanation for that shrill of a cry. Well, that or Dad has been trying to one up me on the playtime fun while I'm napping to recover from the previous night of baby musical chairs (bed - crib - bed).

I'm seriously thinking about putting his crib in his own room. But my mind is stuck on the scene where my first smiling - then terrified - baby gets his chubby arm or leg trapped between the slats like the doll Consumer Product Safety Commission used to demonstrate the dangers of the recalled dropside cribs. And we don't even have a dropside crib.

I guess he'll remain bedside in our room until he's old enough to operate the bolt-clippers himself.

Monday, August 9, 2010

What Happened to the BlogHer Pictures?

I didn't realize I took over 30 pictures (a lot for me when the subject isn't Baby D), so its going to take me another day or so to choose my favorites. You see, I haven't been getting much rest because we've been trying out new foods and I think peas upset his tummy (he squirms all night when something doesn't sit well).

On the bright side, on at the hotel on Saturday he really showed us how well he crawls forward and claps! My baby can now clappity clap clap. He squeals in delight as his little padded palms meet one another. We do too. Big D remarked at how awesome it is to watch someone discover everything for the first time. If you think about it, if we continued to learn at the rate that our little guy does, we'd be geniuses. Damn you TV and Freshman year for getting in the way of greatness.

Enjoy Baby D in his leisurewear while you wait.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

BlogHer Recap

As you all know, I attended a couple of pre-BlogHer parties on Thursday and had a blast. I promise to post pictures tomorrow! I met a couple of really fun women and it left me with a high expectation of what was to come at BlogHer '10. Let me tell you, it did not disappoint!

Though the sessions were crowded, I found that most of my blog-learnin' came from meeting other bloggers at breakfast, lunch and the parties. Discussing our blogs made me 1. super-excited to continue developing and adding stronger content to my blog and 2. feel like I just may be a part of this community. Yes, most of... well, all of this blog is about my life and my family, and even though I'm not a writer per se, I do have a story to tell. And some say its a pretty interesting one. So, I may as well ride this blogwave til the wheels fall off.

I spent most of my time at BlogHer laughing with my sister and brand new blogging friends. And laughing at myself. You know you're in trouble when the young men and women at the party check-in tables know your first AND last name. They saw me coming and got the extra drink tickets ready. Then there's the time I shouted, "Hey! There's Padma Lakshimi" and no one believed me (she was really there). And my sister egging on the Hillshire Farms hype man to make it rain smoked turkey coupons. And the amount of cheeseburgers I consumed at CheeseburgHer. All wrong. But at the time, oh so right. I rolled solo to Sparklecorn and CheeseburgHer, even taking the subway myself. Without hyperventilating. I found that doing both - traveling alone and not choking in an anxious fit - were really conducive to meeting new people.

While sorting through our multiple monster swag bags (*raises hand and confesses*) in our hard-won huge, fab hotel room (no thanks to YOU Mr. The Answer is No reception desk man), my sister told me that I'm lucky because I've found a way to harness everyone else's good karma and turn it into something great. Here's the thing: all of what I have today is really just a mixture of a smart, amazing family, a smidgen of funny, a touch of my mom's good sense, good dental hygiene and a dash of luck. What's funny is that she has all those things too.

Tomorrow, BlogHer picture goodness...

Friday, August 6, 2010


I've arrived! After attending the Martha Stewart Blogger's Night Out Party, continuing to Madame Tussaud's for the NYCity Mama party (including picking up a couple of new BlogHer friends) and finishing the night at the People's Party, I'm POOPED. So many exciting things to tell yet so many tummy rumblings from lack of food and a surplus of swag. I'll be back shortly...

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

What a Day

Woke up this morning to find that my car had been sideswiped. My luxury car was no longer looking so luxurious with the driver's side mirror missing. Who knew a piece of glass in its plastic home would cost over $1000 to repair? On the upside, when this afternoon at nursery school, I witnessed Baby D reprimand a nearly two year old for pulling on his socks to get his attention. He shouted at him in a very authoritative baby language and tone. I have the feeling he'll be an early talker. Big D finally broke in the dress shoes I encouraged him to buy on sale (he walked with an exaggerated limp to express his chagrin at my thriftiness). I'm attending the Martha Stewart Blogger's Night Out and BlogHer Conference this week. And yes, while I'm bummed I have to pay for the recklessness of a stranger, I've got my health and family. And free two-day shipping on Amazon for the rest of the year. What's better than that?

Monday, August 2, 2010

Recipe of the Week - German Speciality

Oops. I forgot to post one last night. This is the cake that I remember my Oma making for the family every plum season. The sweet juice from the Italian plums that collect on the perfectly moist cake brings me back to my childhood in the kitchen with her. My sister and I would use the specially-made German contraption and the weights of our tiny bodies to simultaneously slice/pit them for the torte. She called it "Zwetschgendatschi" (plum torte) in her oft-misunderstood and sometimes ridiculed Bavarian dialect. We called it heavenly.

An aside: the legal term Tort is "any wrongdoing for which an action for damages may be brought". Like, a slip and fall, car accident, etc.

I hope you enjoy this recipe as much as I do.

Pastry Ingredients:

2 cups all-purpose flour (sifted)
pinch of salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
2-4 tablespoons sugar
3/4 cup ( 1 1/2 sticks) butter
1 medium egg (beaten)
1-2 tablespoons liquid (milk, cream, water or rum)
grated lemon rind (optional)

Combine the flour, salt, baking powder and sugar. Cut in the butter until it is very fine. Add the beaten egg and the liquid (and lemon rind, if desired). Work the mixture with your fingers until it is smooth, like pie dough. Press it evenly, using your fingers and the heel of your palm, over the bottom or a 9-inch round cake pan, fluting above the rim.

Filling Ingredients:
2 pounds blue (Italian) or red plums, halved and pitted
3/4 cup sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
2 tablespoons flour

Place the pitted plum halves over the pastry on the bottom of the pan. Sprinkle 1/2 cup of the sugar over the plums. Combine the remaining sugar with the cinnamon, flour and almonds; sprinkle it over the top. Bake at 400 degrees for 40 minutes, or until the pastry is flaky, crisp and golden, and the plums are bubbling with syrup.

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