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WW: There really are no words

…at least that I’m aware of.  Can anyone else understand?

teehee.

What’s so great is, he’s copying me. haha

AND he totally thinks we understand everything he’s saying.  I’m so enjoying this period of jabbering nonsense.

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This learning curve is shaken not stirred

Almost an entire bottle of floor cleaner, half a roll of paper towels, I’m not sure how many outfit changes and a boot bath.  That was our day.

We got litle sleep as usual; I accept the blame for going to bed at 2am, however.  But the 4am sqwuaking for who-knows-why?  Um, yeah.  Definitely not my doing.

So, Jack’s all into destruction these days, much like any little kid.  Just like any little boy.  The first time is cute, the second time is sometimes funny, but the fifth time of flipping over the sippy cup and shaking every last drop?  Not my idea of fun.

He waits until I’m not looking, squints his eyes, (because y’know, if he can’t see me, then I can’t see him) and then he goes for it.  The first incident sometimes begins at 5am when I’m not even mentally awake yet.  Sometimes, it starts at 7am.  But it never ends.

We tether his cup to his highchair to help diminish the chance of milk puddles on our polk-dotted stained carpet.  But, that just means the milk puddles are contained to that area where the cup is located.  I keep the cup in the kitchen and wait for him to sign until he’s thirsty.  But yeah, he will not drink if I watch him.  He goes on a thirst strike and cries and whines until I let him drink on his own again.

And so, I look away and let him drink on his own.  And he rebels.  He shakes and spills with so much excitement and fervor.

He gets me every.single.time.

Oh, this boy is going to give me a nervous breakdown very soon.

Today?  Yeah, it goes down in the books.  I raised my voice more times than I wanted.  I scolded him and put him in his crib area for a time out.  And it sucked.

I know he doesn’t get it.  He’s a curious little boy…

I get it.

When the rain finally let up this afternoon, we ran amuck in the park.  It was a much needed release for both of us.

As we swung on the swing, there was a pair of nannies just hanging out.  “Their” kids were nowhere in sight…until, a little girl about Jack’s age carelessly darted behind his swing.

“ANA!  WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DOIN’ THAT?  YOU NEED TO WATCH!”  The nanny yelled to the oblivious toddler.

I told her it was fine and no harm was done.

A few minutes later, the little girl was off eating rocks.

“ANA, GET OVER HERE!” The nanny yelled.

The nanny never moved, she never stopped her conversation, nothing.

I cringed because I see that so often at our park.  The nannies just earning their buck.   And don’t get me wrong, it’s not all of the caregivers that do that.  But it’s enough to notice.  Enough for me to cringe and remember who said what and when.

And so, tonight after I whined to Jeff how ‘hard’ it was to clean up milk puddles all day and ignore piles of laundry, I remembered that nanny.

I’ve worked 6 really hard years to learn patience as a wife.  Ok, 13 if you count our dating years.  The point is, I accept the fact that learning patience is a never-ending learning process.  But I’m getting there.

As a mom, I haven’t learned it yet.  I’m as oblivious as sweet little Ana about to get smashed in the head by my kid’s swing!

On days like today when I reflect back, I cringe at the choices I made and how little patience I had for such silly things.  I had almost no patience, even hours later when all he wanted to do was sit on my lap.

It’ll be a long learning process with many more milk puddles, but I’ll get it—eventually.

But, I don’t really have a choice, now do I?

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Frankenstein and his rainboots

Jack and his boots

Rain or shine

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Easter fun and the crazy things we do

After a nice and relaxing week in good ol’ Virginia Beach, Jack, Jeff and I are back in the saddle—well, we’re trying at least.  Per usual, our bags still need to be unpacked and toys are strewn about, but I’ll get to them.  I’ve got more important things to do like launch a website :)   And by the way everyone, thanks again for your support on spreading the word, commenting, Facebooking and the general pimping.  The feedback has been incredible so far!  Thank you!

Aside from my reluctance to abandon our routine, last week ended up being a nice change of pace.  I hated being so immobilized without a car and having opposite schedules than all of my friends who are on spring break THIS week.  But it was nice to sit and work without any major interruptions, or having to dig food out of anyone’s nose, or scolding someone for climbing atop tables.  Jeff gets really unruly these days. haha. just kidding.  Jack is a handful, but he is also the sweetest, lovey boy.  Except when he breaks things.  Ooops!
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Easter, itself, was such a beautiful and hectic day.  As usual, we were running late to church and arrived to a parking lot that was so packed, traffic had to be directed to control the chaos.  The actual church was standing room only.  We stood shoulder-to-shoulder for a good portion of the mass, that is, until Jack decided to let everyone know—quite loudly—that he was hot, hungry and over it.
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The rest of the day was spent Easter Egg hunting and chasing uncles and making grandparents laugh.  With us being so far away, I cherish the holidays because we all actually sit down to eat and talk and laugh.  I hope to continue fostering those special family traditions to balance out the crazy dysfunction.  We even took the time to enjoy “family” programming—Stepbrothers.  Because nothing says “family” more than laughing at a pair of manchilds when the storyline hits so close to home :)   There’s nothing like a full house, filled with laughter and delicious food.

Like most trips, the main caveat to all the family fun is always the havoc wreaked to our non-existent sleeping patterns.  Let’s see, of the entire week last week, Jack slept through the night only one night.  Every other night, if he wasn’t crying himself to sleep (my family is convinced he does this every night. I promise, it’s NOTHING like this here at home.) he was waking up boycotting sleep all together.  Awesome.

Last night was no exception.  Since we got home at about 1am, we had to wake Jack up to bring him inside.  Guess who was a bit upset by this?  You guessed it!  And since he was a screaming like a banshee, and Jeff needed to go to bed after a weekend full of driving, Jack and I retreated to our big blue chair.  It’s comfy, but not THAT comfy!  The sleeplessness never ends.

Oh and how about this picture?  After the crazy day at church, this is what I said to my family before they took Jack out in his white shirt to roll around in the mud and give him pots of water to play with,  “All I want is ONE decent picture in his Easter Sunday outfit.  Just one.”

THIS is what I get.
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And it rocks because it’s so Jack.

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Bars, bars and MORE bars

It’s no big secret that we’re huge commercial fans, here in our house.  But it’s those AT&T ‘More Bars in More Places’ commercials that always get us talking.  The Sweet Pea commercial?  Love them.  The Techno Twins? Um, even though they’re not really part of the ‘bars’ commercial, they crack me up.  The new long distance boyfriend and girlfriend/picture mail one?  Been there, love that.  But the most recent one, with the guys launching the new brewery, has us rewinding and yelling BARS, BARS and MORE BARS!

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Well, okay, I’m the one cheating by just yelling bars.   Bars, as in more coverage in more places, not the happy hour, beer and shot-filled kind.   Jeff and I play a game where we point out all the bars in the commercial that are made out of mundane objects–baguettes, vases, beer mugs.  The bars, that represent AT&T’s tagline, More Bars in More Places, are sometimes ever so subtle that each commercial is a new game.  Does anyone else do this or are we the only nerds that are so easily amused?

Yes, these are our new bars.  A few years ago, we were that couple that memorized our local watering hole’s beer specials for every day of the week.  Long gone are the days of walking the block and half home after having said beer specials.  These days, we’re counting bars on those damn AT&T commercials—while having beers and enjoying it, of course!

Funny how times change…

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Different shades of an intoxicatingly green Saturday

On Saturday, we woke up to a roar of hearty voices out on the streets. It was barely 7am and a sea of green was already flooding the neighborhood. This past weekend was our town’s annual St. Patty’s Day parade, but for many, parade day translates into a huge drunkfest. With drinking into oblivion as the main objective, scores of out of towners come into our small mile-square city by trains, buses and if they’re crazy, cars.

In a different lifetime, the first Saturday of March was always reserved for morning till night bouts of debauchery, corned beef and cabbage, green wardrobe explosions, messy parties in way-too-small spaces and of course, good times with good friends. We’ve been known to start drinking mimosas, kegs and eggs at 9am with the nuttiest of them all. Unlike the many amateurs that ruin it for those that actually live here, we love to party, yet our translation of partying doesn’t equal fall-down-drunkenness and public acts of ridiculousness. I like to pretend I’ve become wise in my old age, or at least smarter in THAT sense. We’re seasoned pros, afterall; just a few short years ago, we were childless and hangovers didn’t equate into a next day death sentence.

Jen and Jeff St. Patty's Day 2006But alas, we set out to enjoy parade day with a whole new perspective.  Because our friends are all busy with their own lives and no one really expressed interest in this year’s St. Patty’s Day festivities, I wrote it off and marked it as a family fun day. So, for the first time, we actually attended the parade—yup, the actual parade for which all the drunken activities originally stemmed. Our first parade was so much fun. We walked over with our neighbors and enjoyed the new sights and sounds of St. Patty’s Day festivities. I never really realized how many organizations and bands participated! The bagpipes, horns and glockenspiels certainly completed this whole new perspective. It was a good time, and one that Jack thoroughly enjoyed.

My favorite band in the whole parade!Hoboken fire truck
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Even though we only walked a 6 block distance to the parade, walking amidst all the partyers, felt like we were on a different planet. A sober, less tragic one. A planet where I looked in the mirror before leaving the house. A planet where I could still walk in a straight line at 1pm. One where I could see in single, unblurred vision. It felt like we were being Punk’d, where Ashton Kutcher could’ve come around the corner to surprise us— it was THAT weird to be some of the only sober folks in a sea of lunacy.   Jack had a nice glimpse of what the circus is like!

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WW: Pile up

WW: Pile up

When I needed help with deflating the blow-up rubber ducky bathtub to come back to NJ with us, I enlisted my brother’s help. My dad, Jack and other brother insisted on helping, or should I say, flattening!   There’s never a dull moment!

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WW: “He’s a boy alright.”

Any time Jack would do something rambunctious or extremely wild, my dad would retell a story about my late grandfather that ended in, “He’s a boy alright.” We heard that quip nonstop because, well, Jack is the energizer bunny of mischief and lives up to the little boy role.

He even exudes his brooding boyishness even in his sleep!  Well, minus his fondness for my pink polka dotted pillow ;)
He sleeps like Al Bundy

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‘Tis the season…for shopping

It’s day 3 of the blog party, which is sponsored by Appledonia, Hippos Toes and My Bag

Today’s questions are, When do you start Christmas shopping?  How do you budget for Christmas?  Do you stick to your budget?

Shopping is perhaps both my favorite and least favorite part of the whole holiday season.  It’s so easy to get caught up in the commercialism of this season, especially when shopping is involved.

This year, we started our Christmas shopping over the summer–the earliest we’ve ever started!  I’m usually one of the poor schleps finishing up last minute shopping ON Christmas Eve, but not this year!  We made it a point to pick up various gifts when we saw them, so that we’d be well-prepared this year.  Actually, before I left my job to freelance full time, I made it a point to pick up a good portion of gifts since we knew freelancing income is very unpredictable.  And just my luck, on Columbus Day weekend last month, I happened to stumble upon the monster of all sales at my favorite outlet mall.  Talk about good timing–I scored bags and bags of awesome presents for 75% off the sale price!  That said, I’m so excited that almost all of my shopping is done for extended family!

As for budgeting, I always aim to spend a certain amount on each person.  They're not all mineLike many people, I make my list, scour the sale papers, sale racks and outlet malls and stick to it.  I never, ever buy anything unless it is on sale.  If it’s not on sale, clearly I don’t need it :)   In years past, my girlfriend and I always hit the Black Friday sales.  My perspective on enduring that craziness has always been, if I could withstand the sanity of Penn Station at rush hour, I can stomach the craziness of Black Friday.  If you have a plan and can deal with crowds, it’s totally worth the deals.

For the most part, we definitely stick to our budget.  Because Christmas is more of a religious and family celebration for us, we definitely aren’t one of the families that focuses too much on the material aspect of it all.  I can’t say we go overboard.  As much as I love giving gifts, I try very hard to focus on being practical and as minimalist as possible.  Gifts are nice, yes, but neither of us grew up receiving mounds of toys/gifts for the holidays.  So even as tempting as it is to buy all the fun stuff we see, that’s not what the holidays are about.

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Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween, all!  Jack and I have been busy preparing for the busy afternoon ahead of us—oh, and of course, practicing our roaring!  RRRRoooar!

We’re off to the annual Ragamuffin parade in town and hopefully enjoying Halloween at its best.  So far, this year is proving to be quite the contrast from last year–even if he is in a cute, I mean, FIERCE costume!

Any guesses on what kind of polar bear he’s supposed to be?

Happy Halloween!

Somewhere, my husband is shaking his head at my ridiculousness.

What? I figure, this is my last Halloween of cuteness for him!

I hope everyone has a happy and safe Halloween!  We’re off to the parade, and to collect my some candy!

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