Archive for February, 2010


1) Today, the kids had their Valentine’s day party at school. I sent Valentines for all their little friends. The scientist in me could not resist the Animal Planet valentine’s day cards with the animals, and some fun facts. The learning never stops.

*pic from oriental trading co

2) Valentine’s day will never be the same for me. Ever. I had Little T at 5:20am on February 14, 2009. All I know is this: Valentine’s day last year, I was in a lot of pain. I had an epidural-free labor and delivery (yes, I bring up “epidural-free” every chance I get…it’s my claim to fame). I even lost a couple of  hours of my life, when I was sedated and intubated post-delivery.  But it all worked out and it was all worth it. I can hardly believe that my baby is turning 1 in a couple of days!

3) When did I become a mom of 2 toddlers?????? Ok, fine, Little T is not a toddler yet. But it’s coming!


“Let’s make snow angels”

Yesterday was a snow day. We had snow. Actual snow, enought to accumulate and cause schools to be closed. My guess would be around 8 or 9 inches. Nothing like the “snowpocalipse” they are experiencing in other parts of the US…or is it “snowmaggedon“? Anyhow, Big T and Little T had to stay home  since their center was closed. They were home…so I had to stay home too.

Today, “Life” won the struggle for “work/life balance”. I did do a little bit of work from home though. Paper editing and such…I guess that counts for something.

So, life handed me lemons…er…snow…and I made lemonade…er…snow-angels

I froze my little tush off doing this. Big T was appropriately bundled up – lined pants under snow pants, etc. I wore jeans. And then laid down in the snow in 20-degree weather (that’s 20F). ‘Cause a three-year old asked me to. Ok, I admit, it was kind of fun. I felt like a kid again. And me and Big T, we bonded. Really bonded. Until Mr. T came outside.

My snow-baby:

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“Let’s do our exercise”

Tonight, we did the ExerciseTV 20 minute workout again. Mr T, Big T and I. Little T was fast asleep 🙂

First of all, I have to say, Big T has SO MUCH ENERGY. It is unbelievable!!! Fine, he didn’t do every set, but he was having so much fun jumping around and hefting a 3 pound dumbell. If only we could find a way to harness that energy. Mr T did all the exercises in each set, and with good form, but he was sweating. I just did not could not finish each set. In my defense, I did do a 1 hour dance class prior to this.

Maybe getting in shape is overrated.


“He’s not your daddy, he’s MY daddy”

Big T is so possessive! I may have mentioned once or twice that the boy loves his Daddy, and when Mr T is around I’m pretty much chopped liver. The sun rises and sets with Daddy. I am neither bitter nor jealous. Anymore. I have Little T…sometimes.

Tonight, I was talking to Big T, and I said to him: “Daddy is talking to you”, and he responds with “he’s not your daddy, he’s MY daddy”

Yes. I know. Plus it would be weeeeeird if he were my daddy. Helloooo.

Anyway, WHAT A WEEK! Besides being super busy (what’s new),  Big T was in rare form all week with the whole Daddy thing. Mr T and I usually split daycare drop-off/pick-up. On days I pick up, I practically have to drag Big T home, ’cause he wants Daddy to pick him up from school. I picked up Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday. 3 days in a row. By the third day…oy! On Thursday, when I showed up in his pre-school class to pick him up, he looks up, sees me, and says Noooooooo!


On the other hand, Little T is what one might call an “equal opportunity lover-boy”. When I say equal opportunity, I mean EQUAL OPPORTUNITY. That child will reach his arms out to a total stranger, and then cuddle up with them like they are best buddies. Most people feel so special when he does that, and I hate (ok, fine, I kinda like) to burst their bubble, and tell them he is friendly like that to everyone.

They have the same parents, yet they have completely different temperaments. It’s amazing.

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“Mommy, you look fresh”

Big T was full of funnies today

He told me I looked fresh. And then he told me I was a delicious sandwich and he would like to eat me up. When I asked him what type of sandwich, he changed his mind and said I was a cup of juice and he would like to drink me up. Then I said “am I apple juice or cranberry juice?” and he said “cranberry juice, mommy. You’re my favorite kind of juice”


“I’m not hungreee…”

I may have mentioned once or twice that I have the pickiest eater in the entire world. THE PICKIEST. Lately he has decided he no longer eats rice. He loves loved rice. What’s a mom to do? I cannot force-feed him. I kind of tried. A little. It didn’t work.

Here are the things Big T will eat:


chicken (only nugget-style)


mandarin oranges





M&Ms (oh, these are not food? oh…)

Foods he will not touch



veggies (unless hidden in other foods)

most fruits




And sometimes he will eat…




mashed potatoes

bread (not toasted, with lots of butter)



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