August, 2008

This weekend I’m heading to Palm Springs for my sister in law’s bachelorette party. While I am so excited, this weekend will be a huge step and test: for the first time in 11 months, my husband will be in charge. Fully in charge. Baby-Ko has only slept away (at grandparent’s houses) TWICE and we were pretty much there until he fell asleep and there after he woke up. No biggie. But THIS TIME, mama’s leaving bright and early Saturday morning and not coming back until late Sunday afternoon. This means, DADDY will have to navigate through breakfast, lunch and dinner, nap times, bottle times, and diaper ...Read More
Whoever wrote “Chicken Soup for the Soul” hasn’t met my MOTHER IN LAW. The 4’11” Hungarian, proud mother to my husband considers “SOUPS” (plural) as a food group. It’s as vital to life as water. It can be consumed at any and every meal. It needs to be served and eaten a certain way. And if you don’t like her soup or you dare to turn it down, something is wrong with you….. For months, she has been asking me if I give Baby-Ko soups. She gave her boys soups and they loved it. And now that Baby-Ko is on solids and pretty much eats everything, I should give him soups ...Read More
Tonight, as Baby-Ko finally settled down and drifted to sleep in my arms, I took my first (easy) deep breath of the week. Sitting in the dark, with Baby-Ko ‘s head now on my chest, I closed my eyes. What a week. Emotional. Exhausting. Relieving. It occurred to me that I hadn’t written or posted anything new all week. I like to think that I write humorous, light, and certainly candid posts… But, nothing “light” or fluffy came to me this week (with the exception of my new boredom with the Olympics and the fact that all I can think about is how Misty May and Kerry Walsh never ...Read More
It’s here. The week that I’ve been dreading for almost 11 months…. On Tuesday, Baby-Ko will go in in for a minor, but necessary procedure in which he will have to “go under.” It is minimally invasive and fortunately out-patient. But obviously, as a new mommy (or any mommy for that matter), the idea of your child undergoing surgery is terrifying. On top of the surgery (and an ear infection we’ve discovered he has too… poor guy!), I’ve also been a little stressed as I’ve come to the realization that staying home full time with the baby is just not that feasible anymore. So trying to wrap my head around ...Read More
Well, what do ya know. I’m in to week FIVE of my four week diet. Whatevs. Shit happens. The good news is that I’m highly motivated now and I have actually lost a few pounds. The bad news is with the Olympics on all day and night, I feel like a sloth when I look at all these crazy ripped bodies. I mean, I don’t want to be ripped like the freaky little gymnasts with voices like Minnie Mouse, or like the female swimmers (frankly, having shoulders that broad would really fuck up my style). But I WOULD like for one day in my life, just to know what it’s like to ...Read More
When I got home from Whole Foods tonight, I found T-Ko and DH doubled over, laughing.  They had the Olympics on when I left and I figured that one of them had just made a crude joke about the synchronized divers. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “J-Ko…” DH said with tears running down his face, “You’ve got to see this.” T-Ko rewinds the DVR and shows me a clip from Bob Costa’s post breaks. He was covering the U.S. women’s beach volleyball game against Japan from Sunday.  “Watch, watch,” T-Ko says. He turns the volume up as Bob tells how when Kerri Walsh went up for a block, her WEDDING RING came FLYING OFF.  “Why ...Read More
As I sat at my desk, desperate to conquer some of my ever-growing, never diminishing “To Do List,” I realized IT WASN’T GONNA HAPPEN.  It was 1:30. I hadn’t even showered,  I hadn’t eaten lunch, and I certainly hadn’t called the woman to “handle the thing” (I assume in every marriage, someone always is obligated to call someone about “the thing.” Right?) I climbed out of the chair and sank to the floor,  strewn with random “toys” from my office… a remote control, a roll of tape, an old calculator and a giant stuffed Elmo.  I turned to Baby-Ko. He squinted and smiled from ear to ear. Finally, Mama. Didn’t you realize ...Read More
 While nothing extraordinary took place, this past week did feel like a busy one, leaving me with a few things on my plate and on my mind… **  T-Ko and I finally got the chance  to go see a movie. We went to see “Dark Knight” and it freaked the shit out of me. The entire time, I had my sleeves covering my eyes and my nails digging into T-Ko’s hand. When we left, I thanked g-d that I wasn’t pregnant because I would for sure have had to call the doctor the next day, convinced that my shpilkes during all of  The Joker’s scenes had caused something terrible to happen to ...Read More