Damn. It’s too freakin’ cold out. Before children, bundling up for freezing winter temps meant throwing on a coat, hat and stuffing some gloves in my pockets. Done. Out the door in 14 seconds. Now, add 32 minutes. And that’s on a day when I’m cooking with turbo gas.
There is just too much crap to wrap around these kiddos. Nothing stays on. Little 1 year-old Summer looks at me with those big hazel eyes and just simply can not understand why she can’t hold her scrumptious piece of buttery toast. She tries to grab on to it with her big, pink, puffy mitten but it’s just futile. I finally shove the toast half way into her mouth and she seems content with the hands free option.
Even with the windy, I-wish-I-was-wearing-wool-hanky-pankys-weather, I decided this morning to take the girls to pick out a Christmas tree. Shhh… don’t tell all my Jewish relatives. I mean, 48 hours ago there was a rabbi in my apartment. So we drove an hour and a half to the Lantier Tree Farm in Jamesburg, New Jersey to pick out and cut down our own tree. Well, maybe that’s not quite accurate. Actually, on the hair less ambitious side, we walked three blocks from my apartment and picked out a tree on the corner of 8th Avenue and Jane Street. And we had it delivered. Look, it’s free delivery AND I did have to brush a little ice off the branches so it’s not like I’m a holiday prima donna here.
I tried to encourage Dylan to get out of the stroller and actually help me pick out the tree but she wasn’t budging. She said, “Mommy, you do it. I’m too tired.” Too tired? Too tired for this joyful holiday moment? Too tired for St. Nick? Too tired for Rudolph and his precious, rosy red nose? Too tired for the little white lights, steamy hot cocoa and exuberant Christmas carols? Apparently so. Fine. Well, I can’t really blame her. She was all tucked into that stroller sleeping bag, looking perfectly toasty.
We make it home. In the lobby, Dylan jumps out of her stroller with gusto. Then she sheds every annoying layer in the elevator. So by the time we step out onto the 5th floor, I am holding her jacket, mittens, hat, sweater and shoes. I plead with her to at least keep her socks on until we actually make it inside our apartment. And then we do. Ah. Warmth.
Gosh, I’m jealous of all you mamas who live in warmer climates. What are you wearing right now? A t-shirt? A pair of flip flops. Can I cry with envy? My very talented hubby is a TV anchor in New York City, the number one television market in the country. Don’t tell him but I’ve been sending his resume tapes to a few stations in Santa Barbara. Hopefully, I’ll hear something soon.
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Also, a pediatric ER doctor wants to pass on some sweet information to all you mamas. According to new research, a spoonful of honey can help reduce your kids’ nighttime coughing. Here’s the link if you want all the details. Thanks doc.
Finally, I was recently tagged for a meme by Nona at Everyday Yogini which, in the blogging world, means I’m supposed to share 7 little known facts about myself. So here I go.
1. I’m very good at using chopsticks. For as long as I can remember, my mother has used them for practically every meal, so props to her for teaching me. I also won an award in high school for my typing skills (my photo was in the local paper). Obviously, I haven’t won too many awards if I still remember it with such fondness.
2. I went on my first date with my husband in 1996. We went on our second date in 2000. Apparently, it was love at second sight.
3. My parents were never married. They still aren’t. They are not together.
4. Growing up, I was the shortest kid in my class for years and years. Now I’m an average 5’4.” Well, it might be more like 5 foot 3 inches and a quarter.
6. I was one of the top ten finalists for Real World San Francisco and then I got cut when they selected the final six. I came oh-so-close to kissing Puck. Damn. Sorry I missed that. Yes, I’m obviously still bitter about being cut from the cast.
7. As a sorority girl at Tulane University, I did live goldfish shots. That’s what a college tuition can buy. I got a degree too.