Tag Archives: parenthood

Mother’s Day

I am so grateful to be a mother to these two beautiful girls.

Today wasn’t perfect. Everyone was having meltdowns first thing in the morning. We were in a rush to get out the door, Rosie was crying and Nora was lying on the floor, protesting because she wanted to wear the butterfly shirt not the orange shirt. And I was like, “Don’t you know you’re supposed to be really nice to me on Mother’s Day???!!!”

But, they can be pretty sweet too.

Rosie is a warm little muffin with roley-poly arms and legs and a dark fuzzy head with a little round, red birthmark in the back. She knocks her head into mine when she’s looking around. Sometimes, I feel her little tongue as she starts sucking on my arm. She’s still kind of a primate. Her arms and legs are constantly moving and she doesn’t seem to know yet that they belong to her. She has started smiling at us and cooing a little. It takes a lot of effort and arm/leg pumping to get out a “nnngah.”

Last night, Rosie and I rocked in the chair and she fell asleep. We sat for a long time together, her sleeping on me, her soft head against my cheek. Sometimes it’s nice to just sit and let her sleep on me. I know now how fast it really does go. We won’t always be able to sit and snuggle for hours (as much as I will want to. I’m going to be that mom.)

Nora is becoming a big girl — even more so after becoming a big sister. She loves Rosie so much, and although she sometimes can’t control her impulse to squeeze or rub just a little too hard, she can also be super sweet saying “It’s ok Wosie” when Rosie is crying or “She’s so cute!” “She makes little noises!” “I think she likes me!”

She has an active imaginary life. She uses a high pitched voice to make the guys in her stuffed animal collection talk. She is always thinking about them and looking for someone or other.

“Mommy,” she’ll say at night before bed, looking a little concerned.

“Yes Nora?”

“Where’s Turtle-Turtle’s Mommy?”

We never know where to find the guy she’s looking for, and so before bed, we are sent on a rescue mission.

She has named them all and knows each of their relationships to one another. (Baby Baby has a baby named Baby.  Nora says she’s a mommy to Leopard Bear and Fluff. It is always Leopard Bear’s birthday and Nora is always throwing a party for him.  Also, Aliyana is Leopard Bear and Fluff’s  baby. I think this technically means 1. Leopard bear and Fluff are in kind of an incestuous relationship and 2. Nora is a grandmother.)

Last night, I read Nora a story which was nice because lately, Kevin is usually the one to read the story while I’m feeding Rosie. You know, a lot has changed since Rosie was born. It’s been kind of a beautiful haze. Our old routines have been replaced with new ones and we’re all learning how to adjust. So, we read Olivia and she pointed to the picture of the pig  in a tutu and said “She looks like a princess. She looks so pretty.” We snuggled and she asked if we could do “the really loud thing.”

“What is the really loud thing?” I asked.

“What is it?” she said.

“I don’t know,” I said. “You brought it up.”

But then I did know. She wanted us to yell “And now it’s time for… night night tiiiiiime!” really really loudly and then laugh. We did this every night before Rosie was born, but we’d stopped recently. So we yelled the really loud thing and then she gave me a giant squeeze, which big kids don’t always do anymore without a little prodding.

I haven’t been very good about writing blog posts recently because of all of the, you know, adjusting we’ve been doing. But, I really wish I could record every moment and press pause whenever I wanted to. Because every thing that comes out of Nora’s mouth is hilarious and amazing. And Rosie is just so warm and snuggly.  I wonder what it will feel like a few years from now when they are older to read these posts again.

I feel blessed on this Mother’s Day to have such a beautiful family, a loving husband and two beautiful girls. I’ll take ’em, meltdowns and all. 🙂

IMG_8011imageIMG_7753image

4 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

Oh, well, sure

Nora wakes up from her nap with her perpetual bed head and asks, “Is it good morning time?” or sometimes, “is it dark outside?”

She tells us stories: “It’s a story about once upon a time and a little girl went to a party and said I love you!”

Her favorite cereal is Special K, which is funny to me. It’s like she’s a fifty year old woman.

We went to the Nyack Halloween parade and the fire trucks were very loud and made her upset.

She processed what happened over and over after the fact and told anyone who would listen: “The fire trucks were too noisy and, uh, I was crying and, uh, I was sad but then the music started and I was, uh, happy already though.”

Nora can at times be easily distracted. The other day I said it was time to leave the playground and she was hysterical because of, you know, the injustice. She did the limp ragdoll body thing (so clever!) “Look at the birds,” I said. She laughed, elated suddenly, her face still tear-stained. “Yeah you made me happy and the birds are coming too!”

When she is elated she’ll let you know. She climbs up the stairs of the playground and says, “I’m so happy right now!”

She’s sweet: Every time I cough or sneeze she gives me a hug and rubs my back. “I made you happy!”

Kevin bumps his head getting her out of the car. She rubs his shoulder. “I’m sorry you bumped your head,” she says. “It’ll be okay.”

She often answers questions by saying, “Oh, well sure,” but often does not do the thing you’re asking because she’s very busy.

“Will you draw me a picture of a camel?” I ask.

“A camel? Oh well, sure. But first I better erase this.”

“Will you tell me a story?”

“Oh well, sure, but right now I’m sleepy and I better rest.”

“Do you like steak?”
“Steak? Well I dooon’t. But I’ll try!”
She sits on the couch and says she wants to watch Daniel Tiger. “Let’s play,” I say, putting a puzzle together by myself.

“Well, I’m stuffy so I better rest,” she says.
Her logic sometimes makes me laugh:

“Can you draw stars?”

“Well I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m very whiny today.”

“I don’t like this donkey tail game.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m sad.”

“Why are you sad?”

“Because I don’t like this donkey tail game.”

“Maybe next time Rachel and Brian will come to school with me tomorrow. But Caitlin and Leah won’t come to school with me.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m sad.”

“Why are you sad?”
“Because Caitlin and Leah won’t come to school with me tomorrow.”
Other funny/random things she’s said:

“We see a reindeer but it’s not raining!”
“When I was little, my grandmother made me a house and it was out of blocks.”
“This is a bear cave. You’re going to be a bear and I’m going to be scared.”
She still likes to sing, constantly narrating what she’s doing. She’s got a few classics such as “eat your cereal,” “figure it out,” “red blue green and yellow,” and “yummy yummy yummy.”

We did a three day potty training boot camp, which meant we didn’t go anywhere for three days and let her run around in underwear and pee all over the house. She did really well! She had accidents every half hour the first morning, and then none after that. Now she wears underwear during waking hours. She’s not yet at the point that she tells us when she has to go and she’s often reluctant to sit on the potty because she’s very busy playing. But once she starts peeing, she gets this giant grin. She’s had a few accidents here and there, but she’s doing really great! I have to admit, though it’s the right move for right now, it’s bitter sweet for me that she’s out of diapers. Our little Shmooples is growing up!

photo(29) photo(31) photo(33) photo(34) photo(35) photo(36)

6 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

Everything will be okay Mommy

Nora is just as silly, goofy, affectionate, energetic, thoughtful, sweet and funny as ever. Here are some highlights.

Trip to the city

Nora packs up her pocketbook, sits three or four of her “guys” in the baby stroller and leaves the room.

“I gotta go.”

“Where are you going?” I say.

“I gotta meet Nicole in the city.” (Nicole is a good friend of mine.)

“What are you two going to do there?”

“We’re gonna eat coffee.”

Then, mimicking mommy she comes back in the room. “Oh! I forgot my wallet and my purse!”

Fears

We were at a friend’s birthday party at Tumble Bee and Nora had a blast. But when, at the end of the party, a person in fuzzy bee costume emerged from the back to a rap song which chanted “Bumble Bee, bumble bee,” Nora was not having it. She burst into tears and clutched onto the leg of the nearest staff member. I picked her up and hugged her, and she let out a nervous laugh as we watched the other kids hug the giant bee.

“I want to go home,” she cried.

“That’s not a real bee,” I said. “That’s just a girl in a bee costume, like for Halloween.”

“I want to go home,” she said, kind of like, look, I think I know what a giant bee looks like, and that is one right there.

The whole drive home and for the rest of the evening, she rehashed the debacle over and over again. “Da bee came out and I was crying. I said,” (in a mock crybaby voice) “‘I want Mommy!’ And he waved his hands like this” (waving her hands in front of her). “Maybe we’ll see him again.”

She is still rehashing, three weeks later. She’ll bring it up randomly in the car. “It’s not a real bee!” she says. “It’s a guuurl in a costume.”

I’m impressed by the way that she copes with one of her fears. She processes the situation and talks herself out of being afraid. Kid’s got a good head on her shoulders.

Crib mishap

Okay, it’s probably time for a toddler bed. It’s just that, I love that nice long nap she takes every day. And friends tell me the toddler bed might put an abrupt halt to the nap.

She climbed out of the pack n’ play at Nana and Poppop’s house, pulled a sheet off the bed, knocked a gate down and made her way to the bottom of the stairs.

“I want to play with Caitlin and Leah!” she was yelling. I ran up to get her when I realized her yelling had gotten louder. So loud, it almost sounded like she was no longer in the attic. Because she wasn’t.

She is probably too darn big for that pack n’ play anyway. Sigh.

Lovable moments

She says, “Mommy you’re so cute.”

“I want to play with you. Because I love you.”

“I’m so glad you’re here!”

I sneeze and she yells from the other room, “Are you okay, Mommy?”

“I’m okay,” I say.

“Everything will be okay Mommy!” she says.

She sure keeps me on my toes but I sure love her.

IMG_4879 IMG_4899 IMG_4946 photo(29) photo(32)

2 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

“Motherhood Absentmindedness”

Hi everyone!

I just wanted to share my essay, “Motherhood Absentmindedness,” which was published in Brain, Child last week.

The essay begins:

You think I’d learn not to rest my coffee cup on the roof of the car while buckling my daughter Nora into her car seat, but sometimes, I only have so many hands. How many times have I backed out of the driveway and heard the clunk of a thing hitting the pavement? My phone, my sunglasses, a water bottle, a lunch bag, a juice box. And I have spent much of my existence searching for lost items, so much so that my two-year-old has a habit of walking into my closet with her hands in the air, saying, “I’m just looking for something”….

To keep reading, click on the link. http://www.brainchildmag.com/2014/09/motherhood-absentmindedness/

Thanks!

Sara

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Wanna play a little minute?

Nora is a little person who speaks in complete sentences, who knows what she wants, who makes me laugh every day. Of course, she’s two, and some moments are challenging, but mostly, there is laughter and silliness. I can’t count all the words she knows because her vocabulary has gotten so big!

“I want…” is her favorite thing to say right now. “Um, uh, I wanna EAT. I wanna EAT.” “I wanna go downstairs.” “I wanna watch Dora.” She once said, “I wanna throw things.” And if you give her what she wants, she might laugh and say, “Oh, thank you. Thank you, Mommy,” or shove it away and say, “No, all done. I’m all done with the mango. I don’t wanna EAT anymore.”

She likes to say what things are not. She might point to a picture of a goose and say, “Not a doooog! Riight?” “I wanna play, not naaap. Not naaap.”

One morning, I went in to her room to check on her because she was sleeping so late I was getting worried. She was standing in her crib with a stuffed toy in her hand, looking suspicious, her hair a mess. “Um. I’m throwing things,” she said.

I love that she says, “Wanna take a little bath?” and “play a little minute?” and “eat a little minute?” She asks you the question in a high pitched voice with her head cocked to one side.

When you read her a book, she points at every single thing and says, “That is? That is? That is?”

She has started saying, “I wanna watch Dora today,” because when she asks me if she can watch it for the millionth time, I usually say, “You already watched Dora today.”

She is very interested in names. She’ll sometimes shout at strangers on the street: “Name?” It’s a little embarrassing if it’s someone I’m supposed to know. The other day, she pointed from her stroller at a man walking into his house. “Where’s the boy? Where’s the boy going?” She’s interested in our names too: “Daddy’s name is Kevin, right? My mommy’s name is Mamma.”

She has a good ol’ time in her crib while she’s supposed to be napping. I hear jumping, banging as she drops books to the floor and laughter. She sings all of her songs. “Merry, merry, merry, merry, life is but a dream. He he! That was fun! It’s so funny!”

She’s still so good at improvising. “Old MacDonald had a cheese with a yum yum here and a yum yum there.” And “Mommy mommy mommy ma” or “onion onion onion ah!”(To the tune of twinkle twinkle little star.) She can pretty much insert any phrase to any of her tunes.

When Kevin came home from work one day, I was giving her a bath. She heard him unlock the door and said, “Hi Daddy! We’re taking a bath! And singing!”

If someone approaches her and she’s feeling shy, she’ll poke my arm over and over, look the person straight on and say, “This is my Mommy. Right heeere.”

She’s trying to figure out the difference between poop and gas. Everytime she has gas she says, “I pooped,” so we tried to explain the difference. Now she says, “I pooped gas. Riiight?”

She peed on the potty for the first time last month. It hasn’t happened again since. We let her sit on the potty every night. She’s so excited about it, but then is “all done,” after five seconds of sitting there.

She just talks and talks and talks….

“The fork is aaarang” (orange), “the leopard bear is reading a book” (this is actually a teddy bear in a leopard costume), “he’s sitting in his high chair,” “I have green on my hands,”  “the onion is very spicy right?”, “he kissed his mommy” (making a sea horse and an eagle kiss), “excuse me” (after a burp), “I see crickets at the quarium, right?” (that’s what stood out to her about our visit to the aquarium — a cricket. I think the cricket was actually food for the frogs, but she doesn’t know that), “I’m a boy!”, “I’m drinking milk and water together!,” “I’m singing the water dirty song!,” “she’s a tiny baby,” “I’m eating soup with yooogurt!”… and on and on and on…

She keeps me laughing. Hopefully she made you laugh too. 😉

photo(19)

photo 1 photo 2 photo 3

6 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

Here comes cows!

Can you believe it? She’s going to be 2 years old next week!

This is a really fun age. Nora has really started talking a lot over the last few weeks, and suddenly, we have these great and hilarious conversations.

She’s affectionate, very silly, happy most of the time, sweet and adorable. She’s also very shy sometimes – like in her MyGym class or storytime at the library. When I was a kid, I was really goofy at home, but my mom tells me my teacher said I didn’t speak in school. So, I get it. She likes to take it all in first before warming up. But sometimes she’s extremely outgoing, running the hallways, yelling “hi!” to everyone she passes.

Here are some of the things Nora has been talking about:

Nora: “Sonny’s crying.” (Sonny is a classmate at her nursery school.)

Me: “Why is Sonny crying?”

“Ask for Daddy.”

“Did you say, it’s okay Sonny?”

“It’s okay Sonny.”

 

(Same thing with Eli, another kid, but he “ask for Mommy and Daddy.”)

 

“Nadine’s crying.” (Nadine is her teacher)

“Why is Nadine crying?”

“Ask for Rachel.” (Nora’s aunt.)

 

“Vivien’s crying.”

“Why is Vivien crying?”

“Ask for Brian.” (Nora’s uncle.)

 

Me: “Maybe Vivien’s laughing. Is she happy?”

Nora: “Nora’s laughing.”

“What does Nora’s laugh sound like?”

“Tickle tickle tickle! Hee hee!”

*

(She started saying this in the car):

“Here comes cows!”

“Here comes ducks!”

“Here comes doggies!”

“Here comes fish!”

“Here comes Nora!”

(I picture this really awesome parade.)

*

“I love you so much!”

(She squeezed me around the neck and said this. Heart strings!)

*

(In the bath, referring to the stuffed moose in our room):

“That’s a big, big moose.”

*

“Hug both!” (She pulls Mommy and Daddy in for a hug.)

*

(Songs she sings in her crib with a Mommy cameo):

“Twinkle, twinkle little Mommy!”

“Old MacDonald had a… Mommy.”

“Happy birthday to… Mommy.”

*

(Other songs she likes):

Hokey pokey, itsy bitsy spider, if you’re happy and you know it, Shabbat Shalom hey! (She goes to a Jewish nursery school.)

*

Here are some pics:

ImageImageImageImageImageImage

4 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

You and me

You and me

Leave a comment

by | January 12, 2013 · 4:21 am