A beautiful ballerina (with flowers from her cousin Finn).
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Until now. This Saturday is her first ballet recital and it just seems . . . so intense for a four-year-old ballerina.
Here is a run-down of the recital experience thus far. First, we bought the costume (a $75 Southern Belle get-up). Just wait -- I am sure I will be posting pictures. Then we bought the tickets for the entire supportive family to attend. Next was the hair and MAKE UP demonstration for the parents. Turns out, Ellie doesn't have enough hair for a proper ballerina bun, so they want me to buy a blond hair piece to attach to her pony tail. Doesn't that seem silly? In order to attempt the hair, I have already purchased gel, hairspray, and bobby pins. I am still on the hunt for a hair net and this fake hair piece thing that sounds totally gross. And make up? Really? I am inclined to say that I don't want her to wear make up, but then I wonder if I won't be making it into a bigger deal by not letting her have a little lip gloss. Then I bought the video for those who aren't able to attend but still want to catch the big debut. Wait, there is more.
Ellie and I have to be at the venue at 10:30 on Saturday morning for a dress rehearsal, then a hair fix up (which we will surely need). Parents are supposed to wait with the dancers and bring a packed lunch (pb and j for both of us). The show starts at 1:00 and Ellie's class goes on at 2:00. Then the dancers have to stay for the final bow which will take place around 3:00.
I am getting tired just thinking about it. What a long day! Is this even going to be fun for her? I am not sure I have it in me to be a stage Mom.
Am I crabby? Or is this nuts?
Sunday, May 25, 2008
ONE: My favorite book is The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner. When I was dating my (now) husband, he bought me a first edition and I absolutely knew that I had to get him to marry me.
TWO: I am a little bit obsessed with grapefruits. I probably ate over one hundred grapefruits this past winter. I like grapefruit-scented candles, body scrub, cleaning supplies, dish soap -- pretty much whatever I can find.
THREE: Despite the fact that I am nearly thirty-two years old, I still have trouble telling my left hand from my right. I am serious. Those who have driven in a car with me can attest to this bizarre handicap.
FOUR: I have a container of powedered, sugary hot chocolate hidden in the back of one of my cabinets and I make myself a secret cup when my kids are napping. Addict.
FIVE: One of my favorite indulgences is the $7.99 bunch of oriental lilies from Trader Joe's. I put them in a vase next to my bed and the oh-so-lovely smell tricks me into thinking that I am waking up in a B&B in the south of France, heading downstairs for a breakfast of freshly-baked croissants.
SIX: I am the slowest runner on the face of the earth. Strangely slow. Always last in gym class slow. If my toddler got up a good head of steam, he could beat me in a foot race.
Now for the tricky part -- who to tag. I don't have too many blogging buddies and I have another tagging waiting for me to do later this week, so I am going to break the rules and only tag three people.
Christina at MamaNeena
Carrie at My Funny, Funny Family
Jen at the EcoChic UrbanOrganizer
Here are the rules ladies:
Link to the person that tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog.
Write six random things about yourself in a blog post.
Tag six (my amendment: tag however many people you want to) people.
Let each person know they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their post.
Let the tagger know when your entry is posted.
Well, that was kind of fun!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Mesculan Mix lettuce
Tomatoes (grape and big boy)
Green and Red Peppers
Carrots (just starting to pop up from seed -- but looking promising)
Zucchini (still waiting for these to show some sign of . . . something)
Surely some of that will work out, don't you think? Happy weekend all.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
This most interesting panel was an opportunity for marketing and public relations folks to connect with mommy bloggers. I am definitely mulling over some of the discussion points. Right now, I don't review too many products (other than the occasional book) or do give-aways on my blog. Even though I receive a fair amount of pitches, very few of them seem to be a good fit for me. I am hesitant to use this space, which I intended to be about my time with my two little ones, to sing the praises of swim diapers in a way that would hardly be genuine. This blog has been a gateway to some great opportunities for me (more on my latest project coming soon!) and I am certainly open to all sorts other possibilities. I definitely recognize that there are lots of new opportunities for mamas like me that didn't exist even as recently as two or three years ago. So who knows? Exciting possibilities may await.
The best part of the morning was the rare chance to be in the company of some like-minded mamas. I don't know too many people who blog. Many, many of the people I do actually know think that my blogging is quite odd. Sometimes I even have a hard time articulating why I blog .
Listening to some other eloquent, thoughtful, and smart women talk about why they blog had me nodding my head in agreement. Blogging is a creative outlet, a social networking tool, and a therapy session all in one. Most importantly, blogging gives me a connected feeling -- an "I know and I understand" feeling. I felt lucky to be in the company of other mamas who "know and understand."
Speaking of lucky, I always seem to come away a winner at these mommy blogger events! At the Chicago Moms Blog Party in December, I walked out with a brand new Graco Swing. This time, I won a signed copy of Maria's new book (and it looks like an interesting read).
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
(1) We got Brendan registered as a member of the Sprouts Club, where he can taste a new food each week. When he gets eight punches on his membership card, he wins an apron. We got off to a rocky start when he threw his sample watercress on the ground and passed his cheese sample off to Mama (it was delicious). Better luck next week.
(2) Next, we purchased a habanero pepper plant for our vegetable garden. David has declared that all food would taste better if we added just a little bit of chilies or peppers so hopefully he will enjoy this surprise. This purchase officially qualifies me to join the (no doubt) quite small group of Chicagoans who are trying to grow things like swiss chard and habaneros in little city gardens. Certainly experimental.
(3) Crepe time. Brendan and I split a butter and sugar buckwheat crepe. I am considering asking for a crepe griddle for my birthday so I can get a crepe operation going for weekend breakfasts. I am confident that Brendan would definitely agree that it was worth the five minute wait where he stood next to the griddle, fork in hand, saying "cepe, cepe, cepe" over and over.
(4) We purchased the makings of an entirely "spring market" dinner: sunflower spouts, and french radishes to be combined with chives and baby lettuce from our own garden for a salad (with some gorgonzola or feta sprinkled on top). Plus, some Russian banana potatoes to roast and toss with butter and parsley. And we picked up a baguette from Bleeding Heart Bakery to serve warm alongside the salad. Doesn't that sound lovely and light?
An excellent first market of the summer.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
(1) Practice somersaults
(2) Go on nature hikes to "hunt" birds and butterflies
(3) Eat dinner at Aunt Meg's house and throw a ball to Penny the dog after dessert
(1) Pick strawberries from a farm on Father's Day
(2) Catch a concert on the lawn at Millennium Park
(3) Lots and lots of picnic lunches
Certainly more to come on both lists.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
When I finished the first chapter, "Gearing Up," which exhaustively details all of the products and services parents purchase, I thought to myself, "Well, this is obvious enough. Of course babies don't need all of these things. What kind of idiot parents fall for the idea that you actually need of of this stuff?"
Then I thought about my own Babies-R-Us registry (largely fulfilled), my baby sign language book, and my two-car garage that barely fits our one car because of the baby clothes (over twenty bins organized by boy/girl and size), beautiful (but useless) wicker bassinet, bouncey seat, baby bathtub, exersaucer, and training potty that I store in there. And then I thought about my stroller collection . . . and that is when I concluded that I am an one of those dumb parents.
As evidence of my idiocy, I am going to share my stroller saga (if my husband actually read this blog, right now he would be saying, "Oh my God, she is NOT going to write about this."). Here I go. When I was pregnant with my daughter in 2004, I had no idea what baby stuff I needed. So I ended up registering for this monstrosity of a buggy from Peg Perego. It was huge. I could never figure out how to really maneuver it so I never used it. Someone also gave me a cheap little umbrella stroller which worked better -- but then it broke. By this time, I had baby number two on the way (and this is where things got out of hand). I purchased a new McClaren Volo umbrella stroller (love it, still use it). I also purchased a McClaren Easy Traveller for my infant car seat to snap into. Then I also bought a McClaren Twin Techno double stroller for when I was out and about with both of my little ones (just used it this morning, don't know what I would do without it).
That's right. I bought three strollers in one day -- which brought me to a total of five strollers in under two years (when you count the broken umbrella stroller and the Peg Perego which I gave away to some unsuspecting person). I mean, it is down-right silly.
I think that my stroller saga really illustrates one of the book's best points: the whole psychology of buying things for your kids is complicated. Companies market to parents in savvy ways. New parents are fearful because they have no idea what they are doing -- making them susceptible to every suggestion. Throw in the crazy love that you feel for the new little creature in your house, and it is no wonder that you will buy just about anything that someone tells you your baby needs (at least, I will).
Paul makes some good points about why parents overpurchase for our babes and how that translates into some potentially negative consequences for our spoiled tykes. Do I have too much baby stuff? Absolutely. Are my kids happy, healthy, and loved? You bet they are. But I am certainly not adding this to my ever-growing list of parenting-related things to feel guilty about.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
This morning the Diego infatuation went to the next level. While changing Brendan's diaper, I was saying (well, singing really), "I love you. I love you." And Brendan's response? "I wuv Diego." Sigh.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Visit the Chicago Moms Blog to chat about great local places to buy organic food (and please do add any suggestions).
I also have a new (easy, easy) craft in the May issue of Chicago Parent.
Now back to my yard. :)