Wow. Lame, Harl…

Wow. Lame, HarlemMommy. It’s been two months. Lame. So…What’s the deal?


I’ll tell you. I’ve been working all the time. And going to class and spending quality time with loved ones. I’ve been neglecting my blog responsibilities however, and that’s just not right. So, I am putting myself on a schedule. Once a week. If I do more, pin a rose on my nose, but at least once a week.

Right now, I wait until something has happened before I blog, but I’m going to have to just write. Do one of those memes or something. Daycare is going well. The kid loves being around all those other children. No fuss, no muss. I spoke with the woman who runs the program about my concerns and they were fixed. Win.

Today I feel like one of the gross moms. My son has pink-eye. I’m pretty sure that’s a dirty kid disease. His eye is all goopy and ucky. I dropped some breast milk in it, but to do so was like wresting 2 tigers and a monkey. It cleared up some goop, though so I’m leaning on the, “it was worth it” side.

To celebrate, we bought the boy new shoes. Second step of bad parenthood, my son’s shoes were WAY too small. He’s got a giant toddler foot. Size 8. He was wearing a 7! In my defense, I told Husband we had to get him new shoes. Toes aren’t supposed to stick out the front end of shoes. Husband assured me that there was no problem. I shrugged and figured if things were bad then the kid would complain. Nope, the kid just ran off as soon as he got his shoes on his feet. Lesson learned.

Turns out, you get pink eye from touching your runny nose and then touching your eye. I’ve probably had it myself four times and just didn’t realize it. Touching your nose and eye? That’s like Marshall’s m.o.  The doctor said they’ve had a ton of kids come in with pinkeye. To which my husband replied later, “That’s probably how the baby caught it.” Maybe. Totally. It makes more sense then my being the gross parent.

Lessons? Wash your hands. All the time. Don’t put eye drops in a toddler’s eye unless you are ready to rumble. Now you know.




Visit 3
I went on this visit sans husband just to drop off paperwork.  Both
the director and the Assistant Director were very helpful. Easy.

Okay. I was nervous. I was planning on bringing Marshall in and
staying wit him for a bit. Then I would leave for an hour or so. I
would then come back and take him home. Easy-peasy.

When I arrive, I hear the teacher talking sternly to a baby. Ugh.
Seriously? The kid is crying, you wanna, I don’t know, pick him up?
She’s in there alone with three children. What happened to the two
teachers in a classroom? The Director comes down the hall and says
it’s okay to go in. (Yippee.)
The Director also brings in another woman. She says that this woman is
a floater; and since  another teacher called in sick she’ll be in
Marshall’s room. This woman is great. Great tone of voice when she
talks to kids. She picks up the crying child.

Marshall is doing great. He’s playing with cars. He shares a
shakey-bell thing with another little girl and plays with a doll.
Fine. Meanwhile, crying kid has a snotty nose and a little girl wants
me to play with her. During story time Marshall listens to the story.
The floater woman was great. She helped the little girl clean her nose
and rocked the crying boy. The other woman? She complained that the
boy wanted to be held. She complained that the baby wanted to be held.
Really? I’m thinking she’s in the wrong business.
The crying boys comes over to me crying and I rock him to sleep during
the story.
This is an hour. The next 30 minutes there is upstairs playing time.
Five balls for 15 kids. Lame. One little girl put a pretend strawberry
in her mouth. The response, “Get that out of your mouth!”

Little girl puts a bouncy ball that is too big for the basketball hoop
in the basketball hoop. The response? “Didn’t I just tell you not to
do that? That’s too big!”

No gentle re-direction. No sense of the fact that these toddlers learn
by doing. How else are they supposed to know that a ball is too big
unless they try to put it in the hoop? My heart was crushed by the
tone they used with the kids. No one spoke to Marshall that way, but I
have no doubt that had I not been there, they might have.

So at this point I take the baby downstairs and nurse him. Then the
rest of the class comes down and gets ready for craft time. Play-doh
is the project. I am confident Marshall will love this, so it’s a
fantastic time to leave. I hug and kiss him good-bye and go. I call
the husband about the tone used by one of the teachers.  He is also
concerned. Now, I’m ready to yank him out of the program. He is
willing to give them another shot. We should, he reasons, tell them
the problems we see, and let them fix them. Now, I am concerned that
if I tell the Director the problems, the teacher will take out her
anger on the kid.

In the end, I tell the Director the issues I have and she says that
she will talk about it with the teacher. I’m not sure if I have done
the right thing. I’m not sure if this is the right place for my son.
Daycare? It’s affordable, but how much am I losing out with less
individual attention?



Brief Update

Marshall is now 19 months old. I know, I know, I have been extremely
derelict of duty when it comes to this blog. In my defense, work has
been cray-cray. I am now working part-time in education. It is
fantastic. I get to work, which I love, and I get to spend two whole,
lovely days with my son. Unfortunately, times being what they are, it
is tough to make it on one and a half incomes. It’s do-able, and we’ve
been doing it for awhile, but times are hard.

The plan was for me to return this month to a full time working
schedule. It had been a good run with me working part-time, but I like
to visit my family in California, so that time has come to an end.
Except it hasn’t. My current employment situation has changed, so I
will be remaining a part-time employee. We are putting him in day-care
because we can no longer afford our baby-sitter.

Christmas? Thanks for asking, it was great. The kid loved opening
presents. We took walks, Husband and I went out without the kid and
had a lovely time. Spending time with the family was fantastic and so
relaxing. My mom made us breakfast and I cleaned the kitchen everyday.
It was awesome.


Visit 1
We found a daycare close to work and took a tour. The director is
fantastic. She is well-trained and has a fantastic tone when talking
to babies. The center is clean, colorful and everything is new. Lots
of arts materials and items for pretend play.

Visit 2
We came back a second time to meet with Marshall’s possible teachers.
One seems a bit immature, but she’s the junior teacher, so we did not
stress about it. The other teacher has lots of experience and said the
right things. She re-directs children if they are not following
directions and she comforts them if they are crying after the parents
leave. Awesome.  I was all ready to hate it, but even I had to admit
they were pretty great.


We’ll see how it goes.

My Bad

So it’s been awhile since I’ve posted. Mea Culpa. Work got a little crazy and stresful and my own classes became a little more intense.

Quick review?
– Halloween: The kid was a dinosaur. He was adorable. We went to a halloween party and trick or treated at two houses. He fell asleep pretty early, but was a super-trooper.

We went to Connecticut. We love going to suburban areas and hitting up the mall and a neighborhood eatery like 99. It reminds us of our childhoods and we are not ashamed. We saw some college friends or Husband’s and has a lovely time. It’s fantastic hanging out with people who also have a toddler. Not only are they understanding about meltdowns and such, but they also have all the accessories we need like cheerios and sippy cups.

New developments: The kid can now say bro-bro. I said it to him as a joke and he repeated. Cutest ever. He has a rash on his back and torso. Getting him checked out on Wednesday. It doesn’t seem to be bothering him though, se we are not too freaked out about it.

I was sick two weeks ago. Husband is now getting over his sick. Baby always seems to have a runny nose.

Getting ready to transition to working full time and putting baby in daycare. Not freaking out yet, but getting ready to do so.


An earthquake in NYC? Yes, and I was there.

East Coast earthquake? Do they have those here? Seems like.

I was in the kitchen making a sandwich. We just returned from California this morning. Husband was on the couch. I feel the kitchen swaying and shaking. I look around and wonder if I’m just dizzy. I look out to the couch and he looks FREAKED OUT. “Do you feel that?!”

I grab the baby and pull Husband to stand with me in the doorway. I’ve ben through many earthquakes. You wait it out. You stand in the doorway. (Or crouch under your desk if you’re in school.) I thought I was overreacting. New York doesn’t get earthquakes. Maybe some issue in the building? But Husband and I just sttod there and felt the earth move. Then we heard people outside shouting about it. We turned on the news, and there was nothing confirming the earthquake. Nothing. Thanks, news.

I went to twitter. Boom. It was an earthquake. We were not crazy or hallucinating. JFK Airport is closed. So is Newark Airport. I called my family in California…they are not very impressed. I am very thankful we were not traveling or asleep. Husband told me he thought he was having a heart attack or something. One of his main arguments against moving to California was a fear of earthquakes. This kinda takes care of that argument, huh?


Earthquake 2011.

It’s My Poop on a Sock, My Poop on a Sock, Baby!

I used to judge parents. My bad. All they wanted to do was talk about poop. That’s gross and it’s dumb. When you find poop interesting, something is wrong.

And here I find myself on the other side. I am not fascinated with poop, but it is important. Poop lets you know that things are going right with your kid. If a kid can’t talk and say, “Hello, Mummy. (my kid speaks with an English accent when he’s sick) My stomach does not feel right. Please help,” poop provides an important clue. It’s also hilarious. Nothing says, “gut-busting humor,” like poo.

Case in point: Yesterday we’re in a hotel. Poopy diaper needs to be changed. The traditional  negotiations commence. It’s your turn. If you change this diaper I’ll…You’re closer.

We decide to do it together. I am on the ground changing the diaper and Husband is assisting me. Diaper is off with the dirty baby wipes in it. I am placing the new diaper under the clean butt and Husband stands to throw away stinky dipe. Except his socked-foot has caught on the diaper’s velcro-y fasteners. he is dragging a poopy diaper around by his foot. Awesome. He kind of freaks out. I dissolve into laughter. I know, I should have been more sensitive, but the look on his face was proceless. I am not a fan of poop. Usually Husband is hard to gross out, but this time, he was grossed out. Then he wonders if it’s on his…yes, it is on his sock. I laugh harder. Poop on your sock! Dragging poop around the room! I feel sorry for non-parents who never get to laugh at poop. And they probably feel sorry for me that I am laughing even as I write this.

Meh. Such is life.

Poop on a sock. Comedy gold.

Bucket List

Okay. So I’ve been kind of MIA lately. I’ve had some family stuff that had to be handled. I’m still dealing with it, but I can do that and blog as well. To get things started, how about some life goals? I realized looking at my last bucket list, that I can cross a few items off the list. I went to Egypt, saw the pyramids and had a baby. I gave birth, breastfed and have an awesome kid. Check, check and check.

Do you have a bucket list? Are you gonna write one now?

Here’s my new list:

1. Learn to speak Spanish fluently.

2. Learn Portugues.

3. Go to Ghana, South Africa,and Brazil for extended stays.

4. Visit Iceland, London and Uruguay.

5. Publish a book. Novel, Children’s book, memoir or cookbook.

6. Meet Oprah and Maya Angelou.

7. Have a daughter.

8. Take my mom to Italy

9. Become super adept with my camera and take take super banging photos.

10. Go scuba diving.

11. Go scuba diving in Australia.

12. Learn to ski.

13. Ride a horse.

14. Learn to sail. Maybe buy a boat. Call it the ‘Totally Awesome’ or something.

15. Learn to surf.

16, Learn karate. Unexpectedly kick someone’s behind.

17. Drive a Porsche.

18. See the Grand Canyon

19. See Victoria Falls

20. Go to Alaska and Hawaii.

21. Travel with the San Diego Chargers for a season.

22. Go to all the baseball stadiums in the country.

23. Take a painting class.

24. Take a cooking class.

25. Run a 10K.

26. Get my PhD.

27. Be elected to public office.

28. Gain a second income from blogging. Or just have my blogging be wicked popular. 🙂

29. Swim with dolphins.

30. Have a house with a library and a window seat for reading.

31. See Summer Olympics events. Especially gymnastics or track.

32. Attend the Super Bowl

33. Go to a World Series game

34. Go to Times Square on New Year’s Eve, but watch from a swank hotel room.

35. Travel around the world.

36. Do a cross-country road trip.

37. Do Burning Man.

38. Do La Tomatina

39. Go white water rafting.

40. Ride in a hot air balloon.

41. Go Wind-Surfing

42. Go camping at Yellowstone (Jellystone) and Yosemite.

43. Go to Uluru in Australia.

44. Go to Disney World.

45. Go to the Cherry Blossom Festival in D.C.

46. Buy a beach house.

47. Start a scholarship

48. Go to Bali and Bora Bora. I like the way they sound.

49. Go on safari.See a lion.

50. Have a bill passed.

51. Give a TED talk.

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