Friday, February 13, 2009
FYI
By the way moms I posted the pictures from the last play date. There's a link to the bottom of the right hand side of the page where you can click on and view them. There's some really cute ones. I can't wait to take more and get some of those chubby cheeks advertising us. With your permission of course!
Poop in the Tub
So I have to ask, or vent or just blog about Nugget and his latest poop in the tub episodes. At first it was a random thing. I remember calling my husband at work, "Nugget pooped in the tub today!" We laughed.
Two weeks later, on a horrible gone wrong day which I labeled "Knoop Luck" back in one of my blogs, it happened again. I called my mom, "He pooped in the tub again!"
She laughed.
Now, a month later, at least that's what it feels like in mom time, it's happened twice in one week, only this time I caught him before more than one-shall we say nugget-came out. Dripping wet I frantically yanked my son from the tub and sat him on the toilet. Now, we're not even close to being potty trained yet, he's only 1, and though I've wanted to start introducing the seat others have informed me it will be a waist of time since baby #2 is due in 3 months and he'll quickly revert, if I believe that or not is another story, but anyways I sat him on the toilet. He did the rest of his business while I held on to him and drained the tub, catching the floating-nugget-before it went down the drain. I called everyone who would listen this time. No one laughed. "Maybe it's the warm water?" "Maybe it's because he plays so hard and splashes so much?" "Maybe you should wait a while longer after you feed him before sticking him in."
Whatever the case I have come to the conclusion that my son is a tub pooper, and that maybe ruling out the possibility of putting a swimmy diaper on him isn't such a bad idea, for me anyways. After all I am the one who spends the extra time cleaning him, the tub and the toys that might have come in contact with the -nugget- water. Just don't alert my mom or elders on this one. I just might have to hear about that for a long while to come if this swimmy blog leaks.
Two weeks later, on a horrible gone wrong day which I labeled "Knoop Luck" back in one of my blogs, it happened again. I called my mom, "He pooped in the tub again!"
She laughed.
Now, a month later, at least that's what it feels like in mom time, it's happened twice in one week, only this time I caught him before more than one-shall we say nugget-came out. Dripping wet I frantically yanked my son from the tub and sat him on the toilet. Now, we're not even close to being potty trained yet, he's only 1, and though I've wanted to start introducing the seat others have informed me it will be a waist of time since baby #2 is due in 3 months and he'll quickly revert, if I believe that or not is another story, but anyways I sat him on the toilet. He did the rest of his business while I held on to him and drained the tub, catching the floating-nugget-before it went down the drain. I called everyone who would listen this time. No one laughed. "Maybe it's the warm water?" "Maybe it's because he plays so hard and splashes so much?" "Maybe you should wait a while longer after you feed him before sticking him in."
Whatever the case I have come to the conclusion that my son is a tub pooper, and that maybe ruling out the possibility of putting a swimmy diaper on him isn't such a bad idea, for me anyways. After all I am the one who spends the extra time cleaning him, the tub and the toys that might have come in contact with the -nugget- water. Just don't alert my mom or elders on this one. I just might have to hear about that for a long while to come if this swimmy blog leaks.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Event Thank You
Hi Moms,
I wanted to take a moment and thank all of you for attending our first Boardwalk Babies event. I think the Baby Play Date went off great. It was wonderful to meet some of you and watch everyone laugh and share amusing stories over what they've experienced as a mom. For those of you who were unable to attend Megan and I are hoping you'll join us and the other moms for our next event.
In the coming months Megan and I are going to be hard at work planning some new and exciting special events that we think you'll love. We're even looking into setting up some mom events that exclude the little ones, so stay tuned.
Our next event is planned for February 28th at Kids by the Sea. Please log on to www.boardwalkbabies.blogspot.com to check out the event, and future ones to come. As we're changing many things Boardwalk Babies site will also be getting a fresh face and pictures from last weeks event will soon appear. If you'd like me to send you any copies of the photos email me and let me know. Again, thanks again for making our first event a success. We look forward to several more to come and to inviting several other new moms as well.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Parent/Child Workshop at Library
Checking out the library's Children/Parent Workshop is a must. Compared to Swim Classes at the Rec, which we've taken time off from over these cold months, the Workshop is a must have good time for all that equals a long hardy nap afterwards. The only disappointment I have is Nugget missing the first two sessions due to the Croup.
Walking into class was like a parents cabin fever, "I miss the park," kind of dream. The room is filled with stations of toys. In the center of the huge carpeted open room there's slinky tents, foam stairs, a ball pit and several other appropriate climbing "get that energy out" toys. To the right of the room is a block station, music station, mock traffic station and random toys, and to the left is a kitchen station, hundreds of random balls, books and walking toys. As I placed Nugget in the center of the room, allowing him his choice of play, I think he was overwhelmed, or just in aww at all the things he could play with, because he just sat there, mouth hanging open, for a good five minutes, staring at the possibilities before him. And then he was off. The hour flew by as Nugget crawled through tunnels, threw all the balls out of the pit, and made use out of every station in sight. Every now and then he'd stop to interact with another child, but soon he was back to his play adventure, not even letting the photographer who was there get a good look at his face for a shot.
The class ended with "Circle Time" where we sang songs and listened to the librarian read two stories. Nugget and the rest of the kids were exhausted at the end, but us moms were refreshed and reconvened at Starbuck's to continue our wave of chit chat.
As we left, in the midst of our rainy snow storm, I stepped into an ankle deep puddle, got soaked as I put Nugget in his car seat and another car drove by and sloshed me-no joke even my underwear were wet, but even that couldn't ruin my new library class day. Nugget slept for two hours afterwards and I got cozy in some warm sweats, with a warm glass of tea, and caught up on the Real Housewives series-even though there were a million other things to be done.
I can't wait until next week.
*Note: I should mention that since this is called the "Parent/Child Workshop" there is a different speaker set up each week to speak to the parents about important issues. This week it was a Nutritionist who had a display of carrots and other nutritional food set up for you and your child to sample and discuss how to get your child to eat more fruits and veggies. Since Nugget eats everything except Lima beans and jell-o, weird-what kid won't eat jell-o right?, and since he was to busy playing for me to stop and chat I didn't get a chance to get more informative on that end. Though my friend who went last week did tell me that there was a dentist there talking to parents about getting their child in to see the dentist. Dentist? Yep, apparently babies are supposed to be making their first dentist visit at 6 months! Well Nugget's daddy will be called in for this one. I surely don't want to be there to see how they get my 1 year old to even open his mouth to show his teeth. I'm sure I'll be back to report on that one.
Walking into class was like a parents cabin fever, "I miss the park," kind of dream. The room is filled with stations of toys. In the center of the huge carpeted open room there's slinky tents, foam stairs, a ball pit and several other appropriate climbing "get that energy out" toys. To the right of the room is a block station, music station, mock traffic station and random toys, and to the left is a kitchen station, hundreds of random balls, books and walking toys. As I placed Nugget in the center of the room, allowing him his choice of play, I think he was overwhelmed, or just in aww at all the things he could play with, because he just sat there, mouth hanging open, for a good five minutes, staring at the possibilities before him. And then he was off. The hour flew by as Nugget crawled through tunnels, threw all the balls out of the pit, and made use out of every station in sight. Every now and then he'd stop to interact with another child, but soon he was back to his play adventure, not even letting the photographer who was there get a good look at his face for a shot.
The class ended with "Circle Time" where we sang songs and listened to the librarian read two stories. Nugget and the rest of the kids were exhausted at the end, but us moms were refreshed and reconvened at Starbuck's to continue our wave of chit chat.
As we left, in the midst of our rainy snow storm, I stepped into an ankle deep puddle, got soaked as I put Nugget in his car seat and another car drove by and sloshed me-no joke even my underwear were wet, but even that couldn't ruin my new library class day. Nugget slept for two hours afterwards and I got cozy in some warm sweats, with a warm glass of tea, and caught up on the Real Housewives series-even though there were a million other things to be done.
I can't wait until next week.
*Note: I should mention that since this is called the "Parent/Child Workshop" there is a different speaker set up each week to speak to the parents about important issues. This week it was a Nutritionist who had a display of carrots and other nutritional food set up for you and your child to sample and discuss how to get your child to eat more fruits and veggies. Since Nugget eats everything except Lima beans and jell-o, weird-what kid won't eat jell-o right?, and since he was to busy playing for me to stop and chat I didn't get a chance to get more informative on that end. Though my friend who went last week did tell me that there was a dentist there talking to parents about getting their child in to see the dentist. Dentist? Yep, apparently babies are supposed to be making their first dentist visit at 6 months! Well Nugget's daddy will be called in for this one. I surely don't want to be there to see how they get my 1 year old to even open his mouth to show his teeth. I'm sure I'll be back to report on that one.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Knoop Luck
Eight years ago when I met my husband, young, cute and all about me (you know, the way it is before the wedding vows and children-dates, movies, romantic nights at home..) he used to tell me about the bad luck he habitually had, "Knoop Luck" he called it.
I laughed him off and reassured him that it was a good thing he met me, I had "Millo Luck," and "Millo Luck" could surely counteract his "Knoop Luck." And so it did, until I became a Knoop. Suddenly the "Knoop Luck" my husband had always talked about was rubbing off on me.
Now, with three Knoops in the house the "Knoop Luck" seems to be taking over our household.
Don't worry I won't get into all the before details of my Knoop luck, like the center diamond that fell out of my wedding ring and insurance wouldn't, but I will take this moment to vent about the three person strong Knoop Luck that's hanuting me.
To begin, a young girl ran through a red light on Broadway the day before New Years and hit my husband so hard that the front of our car was completely ripped off, we're still driving a rental and waiting for our car to be fully repaired, the following week our landlord announced that he was moving to Germany for his job and that we would need to find another place to live by March 1st, need I tell you how many apartments are not out there right now, next I brought Nugget to a house whose parent and child had a strong cough but swore they weren't sick, even though my gut told me different, and two days later I'm rushing Nugget into the Pediatrician's office with a 102.5 fever and a horrible cough-long story short Nugget had RSV, Bronchitis and the Croupe, which put both of us on a stand still until about now-I can't express how scary and heart wrenching it is to sit with your baby in the bathroom while you try and steam him out so he can breath, or hear him wrestle to catch his breath while he slept or played, but today, after things have started to get better, our 13 year old dog walks into the living room where my son and I are playing and starts peeing and pooping right next to us!!!! Uh, will I ever catch a break!! I'm starting to think my husband and I should pull a George Costanva move and do the opposite of everything our Knoop instincts tell us is right.
What ever happened to a nice relaxing Sunday anyway? Did a dog poop on that too?
I'm not sure, but before I end this on a bad note, I have to let you know that the "Knoop Luck" is starting to become humourous though. At this point what else can you do? Besides throw up when your dog poops and pees next to you?
I think it's time for another girls night out.
I laughed him off and reassured him that it was a good thing he met me, I had "Millo Luck," and "Millo Luck" could surely counteract his "Knoop Luck." And so it did, until I became a Knoop. Suddenly the "Knoop Luck" my husband had always talked about was rubbing off on me.
Now, with three Knoops in the house the "Knoop Luck" seems to be taking over our household.
Don't worry I won't get into all the before details of my Knoop luck, like the center diamond that fell out of my wedding ring and insurance wouldn't, but I will take this moment to vent about the three person strong Knoop Luck that's hanuting me.
To begin, a young girl ran through a red light on Broadway the day before New Years and hit my husband so hard that the front of our car was completely ripped off, we're still driving a rental and waiting for our car to be fully repaired, the following week our landlord announced that he was moving to Germany for his job and that we would need to find another place to live by March 1st, need I tell you how many apartments are not out there right now, next I brought Nugget to a house whose parent and child had a strong cough but swore they weren't sick, even though my gut told me different, and two days later I'm rushing Nugget into the Pediatrician's office with a 102.5 fever and a horrible cough-long story short Nugget had RSV, Bronchitis and the Croupe, which put both of us on a stand still until about now-I can't express how scary and heart wrenching it is to sit with your baby in the bathroom while you try and steam him out so he can breath, or hear him wrestle to catch his breath while he slept or played, but today, after things have started to get better, our 13 year old dog walks into the living room where my son and I are playing and starts peeing and pooping right next to us!!!! Uh, will I ever catch a break!! I'm starting to think my husband and I should pull a George Costanva move and do the opposite of everything our Knoop instincts tell us is right.
What ever happened to a nice relaxing Sunday anyway? Did a dog poop on that too?
I'm not sure, but before I end this on a bad note, I have to let you know that the "Knoop Luck" is starting to become humourous though. At this point what else can you do? Besides throw up when your dog poops and pees next to you?
I think it's time for another girls night out.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Nuggets Big Day Away
Today's Nugget's first day at daycare. First day without me at daycare that is. My girlfriend, who runs an amazing daycare out of her home that Nugget and I come once a week to so he can interact with the other kids and I can have coffee with my friend, agreed to take Nugget while I ran errands in the city. The original plan was to take him with me, but since we only strolled against the wind (remember now I laid my car to rest in August and decided to follow Suzie Orman's advice and make due with one car my husband and I could share) to the end of the driveway and turned back yesterday and today was going to be just as frigid, I used my phone a friend life line. I debated and debated what I should do. Take him or leave him. Take him or leave him.
"will you just bring him here and go," my girlfriend said.
But even up until the end, as I'm walking out the door, exhausted from the lack of sleep I got over this endeavor, I'm questioning-take him or leave him. He seems happy enough. He's warm, crawling on the floor with his friends and is smiling. But I know it's got to coming, the moment when he looks around, realizes I'm not there and panics. His poor little heart. He'll be crushed realizing I just left him. As I walk out the door, well more like pushed from my friend, he waves bye at me. I swear I'm going to cry. I wait outside the door to see if he cries and hear nothing. I walk to the train, phone in my hand, waiting for the phone call that Nugget's to hysterical, that I need to come back. But there's just silence. At the city I call.
"How is he?"
"He's great. He and Elsbells are watching Sesame Street. I don't think he knows you're not here yet."
Huh. Nothing. I'm feeling guilty for leaving him and wondering what he's doing and wishing I could be with him, and he's so busy having fun he hasn't noticed I'm not with him! I smile and laugh to myself, though I can't help but notice the stab of jealousy that grips me. My girlfriend gets to watch everything Nugget's doing. She gets to watch him play with the other kids, sit side by side with her daughter and watch them watch Sesame Street together and be a part of everything Nugget's experiencing today.
I quicken my step down the subway and realize if I hurry I can get all my things done in less than two hours and grab the 12:46 train back to LB. I miss my Nugget. I know I complain to my husband from time to time that I need my own time, but the moment I am away from him I can't help but think about him. I wonder what he's doing and with a long sigh I know that I will never get this time back with my family. Sink or swim I'll have all the time in the world when Nugget starts to grow up, Gulp-the thought alone already brings tears to my eyes, when I can focus back on me and my writing career. But for now, tired or not, break or not, writing career or not, I'm willing to sacrifice it all to be with Nugget 24/7. Soon enough, gulp or not, he's going to be the kid that won't hold my hand or let me kiss him in public. So for now, I'll smooch away.
"will you just bring him here and go," my girlfriend said.
But even up until the end, as I'm walking out the door, exhausted from the lack of sleep I got over this endeavor, I'm questioning-take him or leave him. He seems happy enough. He's warm, crawling on the floor with his friends and is smiling. But I know it's got to coming, the moment when he looks around, realizes I'm not there and panics. His poor little heart. He'll be crushed realizing I just left him. As I walk out the door, well more like pushed from my friend, he waves bye at me. I swear I'm going to cry. I wait outside the door to see if he cries and hear nothing. I walk to the train, phone in my hand, waiting for the phone call that Nugget's to hysterical, that I need to come back. But there's just silence. At the city I call.
"How is he?"
"He's great. He and Elsbells are watching Sesame Street. I don't think he knows you're not here yet."
Huh. Nothing. I'm feeling guilty for leaving him and wondering what he's doing and wishing I could be with him, and he's so busy having fun he hasn't noticed I'm not with him! I smile and laugh to myself, though I can't help but notice the stab of jealousy that grips me. My girlfriend gets to watch everything Nugget's doing. She gets to watch him play with the other kids, sit side by side with her daughter and watch them watch Sesame Street together and be a part of everything Nugget's experiencing today.
I quicken my step down the subway and realize if I hurry I can get all my things done in less than two hours and grab the 12:46 train back to LB. I miss my Nugget. I know I complain to my husband from time to time that I need my own time, but the moment I am away from him I can't help but think about him. I wonder what he's doing and with a long sigh I know that I will never get this time back with my family. Sink or swim I'll have all the time in the world when Nugget starts to grow up, Gulp-the thought alone already brings tears to my eyes, when I can focus back on me and my writing career. But for now, tired or not, break or not, writing career or not, I'm willing to sacrifice it all to be with Nugget 24/7. Soon enough, gulp or not, he's going to be the kid that won't hold my hand or let me kiss him in public. So for now, I'll smooch away.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Melissa & Doug Toys
So, my girlfriend just came over for a belated birthday visit for Nugget and brought him the cutest gifts. I'm a sucker for old fashions toys, you know the kind we had as kids or found in our grandmothers attic. So I was thrilled to discover these new toys and the company, Melissa and Doug, from which they came from.
If you're like me then checking out some of their items is a must. I'm especially excited and boastful about the animal stacking wooden train toy he got. But, what's even cuter, is an animal puzzle that makes the animal noises once you put them in the correct spot, a little advanced for Nugget's 1st birthday, but let me tell you he's already trying to put them in the spots once he say his mommy do it and heard the exciting noises.
Check them out at www.melissaanddoug.com.
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