Thursday, September 29, 2011


I just wrote a whole post about how people in Brooklyn are nosy and wacko when it comes to temperature.

And then I deleted it.

Because I realized that no matter where you go you will run into nosy people. And there are probably some people everywhere who are weird about temperature (although I've never really seen this level of wackiness anywhere else).

Basically Dwight Schrute said it best when he said, "Why are all these people here? There are too many people on this earth. We need a new plague…"

Some days I couldn't agree more.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Good Morning

1 am-Blake starts to cry so I go in and replace his pacifier. I fear the day we take it away for good...

4 am-Blake wakes up again. Bink replaced. Again.

4:30 am-It's never good when a headache wakes you up. I decide to try to sleep it off.

5 am-Evan gets ready for the day. Which means I'm awake until he leaves at 5:30. Headache is still hanging around. Pop 2 Excedrin and pray it kicks in soon.

5:30 am- Blake's awake. I put him in bed with me and say the mom chant: please go to sleep, please go to sleep, please go to sleep...

6:30 am- I carefully move a sleeping Blake to the center of my bed so I can go lock the front door. I distinctly remember NOT hearing the door lock when Evan left. And even though someone would have to unlock the outside door in order to get to our front door, I can't stop imagining someone holding my neighbor at gunpoint, forcing him to unlock the outer door, then looking at our front door and thinking, "Hmmmm, I wonder if this is unlocked?" So I got up and locked it.

8 am- Blake's up for the day. Breakfast, "Melmo", and Curious George!

8:30 am-  Red-faced and whimpering, Blake's having a hard time...moving his bowels. So I assume the squat-and-poop position and start coaching him on the art of pooping. "Push Blake. Just like Mommy! You can do it! Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuush!" I think I'm qualified to be a labor coach or something now.

9 am- Still a clean diaper. I figure he'll poop at he most inopportune time: while the doctor is checking to make sure he's healthy at his 18 month appointment.

9:20 am- Poopy diaper! I ask Blake if he wants his diaper changed. He waved me off and shook his head no. I figured I could give him another 10 minutes in case he wasn't done. And I'd get to dry my hair.

9:30 am- Blake finds me in the bathroom drying my hair. He holds out his hands the way he does when he gets dirt or food on them and wants them to be cleaned. Only it's not dirt or food. It's poop. I pick him up and notice his diaper has become detached from his body.

9:35 am- Blake's cleaned up and the missing diaper is retrieved and disposed of. Sniff test of the living room to find out what has poop on it and what doesn't. All clear.

9:40 am- Leave for the doctor's office.

Luckily the Excedrin started working about 15 minutes after I took it, so my sleepless and poopy morning was a little easier to handle.

Blake's 18 month stats:

Weight: 25 lbs-50th percentile
Height: 33 in-75th percentile
Head: 48 cm- 95th percentile

Essentially he's tall and skinny with a big head. Well, he doesn't really look like he has a big head. In fact, if his head was smaller I think he'd look a little disproportionate!

2 shots in the bum and he was good to go!

Thursday, September 15, 2011


Need I say more?

Friday, September 9, 2011

Seeing New York-Fort Greene Park

On a recent trip to Target, I decided that I'd make the most of being out and find a park nearby to take Blake. Luckily Fort Greene Park wasn't too far so after making our purchases we set out to find what it had to offer.



screaming kids


baby legs

more slides


and a bird!

From what we did see of the park, it looks rather large and quite beautiful. I love finding places that make me forget I'm in the city. Fort Greene Park did just that. We probably won't visit it often since it's not close to where we live, but it was a nice Labor Day outing with the family.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

giving up

I fight the battle everyday.

Inevitably Blake wanders toward our TV stand, opens the drawer, and begins removing all of our dvds and cds. And usually I try to teach him not to do that and redirect his attention.

Except today.

Today I gave up.

And in all honesty it's not Blake's fault that everyday he tries to take everything out of those drawers. They're pretty enticing to a 17 month old. I should probably get those cabinet locks so he'll just leave them alone. I just find those locks incredibly annoying. Maybe we could devote one of those drawers to some of his toys or something.

I don't know. All I know is that some days I just give up on things like that.

Also, this is one of the goofiest pictures I have of Blake. And I love it.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Friday, September 2, 2011

last night

Evan got home pretty late tonight.

It was just Blake and me.

Blake, who used to go to bed so nicely but ever since we returned from our trip to the west coast has had a rough time going to sleep, and me.

Blake, who jumps in his crib, throws his pacifier over the side, and then cries until someone comes in and gets it for him, and me.

Blake and me, the person who likes her "me time" at the end of the day.

Blake and me, the person who forgot that when you're a mom your time is not your own anymore.

So I caved. I went in and rocked him for a while.

And it was nice. The apartment was dark and quiet.

It was nice.

Just Blake and me.