One down.
35 more to go.
Birthday parties for children Natalie’s age, that is.
Only 35 more birthday gifts to wrap.
I guess this was as good as any other mom’s attempt to wrap a 4 year old girl’s birthday gift.
And Natalie certainly looks like she’s enjoying herself.
Oh my.
Something tells me there’s a lot of school fundraiser gift wrap and Scotch tape in my future.
It took me much longer than most moms to sign up for MySpace and while everyone and their mama seems to now be moving over to Facebook, I have no interest. Especially now.
Photos of scantily clad women can be shown, but this photo can’t.
Whether you choose to breastfeed is your own personal choice and I’m first to admit I personally never felt comfortable breastfeeding in public so I didn’t; but how can a photo of a woman (completely covered too!) breastfeeding in the comfort of her home be a violation of the Facebook terms of use?
Kristen Chase, of Motherhood Uncensored along with Catherine of Her Bad Mother just launched the League of Maternal Justice and they are hoping to use it to rally as much mom-superpower as they can to fight for justice for moms and everyone who loves them. (And not just on breastfeeding issues. They’re even willing to fight those Wall Street dopes on the subway who don’t give their seat to a pregnant woman!)
I don’t know about you – but someone needs to mominate Kristen and Catherine and if you see something sketchy going down in the mom neighborhood, email them. And for those of you not boob shy, October 10th at 10AM is going to be a massive virtual nurse in.
Spread the word. Post haste. Oh, and if you’ve got one… deactivate that Facebook account in protest
A friend of mine came to town this afternoon and was put up at a rarely cleaned urine smelling half way house “hotel” courtesy of the quality talk show she is appearing on tomorrow. (She’s taping her show this week - next week they are doing a story on serial killers… who will probably find it to be very home like at that hotel property.)
Thankfully while eating at Fred’s last night, her calls were returned and she moved from her “Deluxe Room” at the Hotel Newton where she complained about hair all over her bathroom floor and they responded “What color was it?”
(Exhibit A taken with my camera phone will be posted here in the morning)
to a $700 room at the Doubletree. (Yes, I really said $700 and Doubletree in the same sentence, I don’t understand it either.)
(Photo from the Doubletree Lexington Avenue website)
It may be $500 more a night than it should be but at least now she has clean sheets and when I arrive with bagels in the morning her feet will not have fallen off because of hungry critters in the middle of the night.
One of the toughest parts of Back to School is the start of school. The very first day of school. Not of the year. The very first day ever. And for the tiniest little ones … phase in can be so hard for them and for parents. Because it’s tough to watch and it’s sad to hear them crying for you when you are told to leave the room.
Edie Falco is in the middle of phasing in her 2 ½ year old son, the same phase in process I just finished with my not quite 2 ½ year old son Luke. She was just quoted in Cindy Adams’ New York Post column talking about her phase in experience and I totally get it:
“It’s my son’s first week in school. Anderson is 2½ and starting pre-K. The way they do it now is that we’re told we must sit in the classroom with our kid. I don’t know how long that goes on, but right now, for me, my career these days is being mommy. So, no parties or luncheons for the moment. Anybody wants me, I’m sitting in the rear of a classroom.”
There’s no way to explain phasing in until you go through it because it completely consumes you. Luke’s almost 29 months old and has never been in a school setting before and while some may say “Of course he hasn’t! He’s only 2!”, many parents here send their kids to “school” at 2 after spending months in “classes” a few mornings a week.
So some children are well adjusted to a classroom from day one because they have been in settings like these pretty much since birth while Luke wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of mommy sitting in the class room one minute and the next minute hearing “Mommy will be back soon”.
But I’m happy to say, phase in is done for me. No more sitting in the classroom. No more waiting in the gym because there’s a chance I’ll have to take him home an hour after I brought him to school.
Chin up to all the parents still in the phase in process. It will be done soon. And you will never have to worry about hearing that gym door open worrying if the progress report coming in will be about your child.
