Monday, June 29, 2009

Car Seat Success?!

This was the soundtrack playing in my car this morning on the way to the gym:
“Mommy, I’m holding my RJ’s hand!”
“Mommy, I’m not holding RJ’s hand anymore.”
“Mommy, I’m holding my RJ’s hand!”
“Mommy, I’m not holding RJ’s hand anymore.”

And she repeated these two phrases over and over and over again all the way to Brick Bodies. I knew that she would be excited to be sitting next to her brother, and I was hopeful that the new seating arrangements would work out well for everyone. Fortunately, the excitement wore off by the car ride home from the gym and my two very tired babies were relaxed and ready to nap.

All was quiet for my ride home. Both kids fell asleep. It wasn’t until I was in the driveway that I turned around to look at the kids – and what I saw brought tears to my eyes. They were both asleep – and had fallen asleep holding hands.

So yes, the new location of Rosie’s car seat is a definite success…the image isn’t the best, since I took it from the front seat of my car – but you can see Rosie’s little hand holding RJ’s little hand. (You can also see the oh-so-fabulous Cowmooflage car seat pattern…)


This is My RJ

Our family of three had a very smooth transition into a family of four. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t thank God for our good fortune. I am beyond grateful that Rosie, who was more than a month shy of her second birthday when we brought RJ home from the hospital, truly enjoys being a big sister. Her natural assumption of the role has been a marvel to me for over eight months now. I have the true pleasure of being able to enjoy her interactions with RJ.

She has always been a helper to me. She is quick to try and comfort RJ whenever he is upset, share toys and teach him the ways of her world. Last week I overheard her trying to teach him colors. If he is fussing in his crib, she will run in there, talk to him and hold his hand until we pick him up. At some point “Baby RJ” became “my RJ” – and I think it is the most adorable thing in the world.

We visited the mall today and then did dinner by the fountain at the Avenue in White Marsh. In our travels we met many strangers who stopped to talk to Rosie. She was looking particularly cute and girly today – curly ribbons that coordinated with her outfit accented her pigtails – so she attracted a fair amount of stranger attention. Most comments were “what a pretty little girl” or “I love your pigtails.” The first two or three times it happened, Rosie just said “Thank you.” After that her response became “thank you – this is my RJ.” After a lengthy conversation with a woman in Hallmark I realized that she was deliberately bringing attention to her brother any time she had attention for herself.

I thought about it on the ride home from the mall – Rosie is just very concerned that RJ be included in everything. Whenever an activity is presented to her she responds with “and RJ too?”

Rich tells everyone that having two kids is WAY more than twice the work. Well, it is. I sleep much less…I worry much more. I have less time to do things like clean my bathrooms and write thank you cards. However, our days are filled with WAY more than twice the joy as well. There will be a time for clean houses and thank you cards and sleep…right now Rich and I have front row seats for the most amazing, touching and heartwarming show – the Rosie & RJ show. And we wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Installing the Car Seats…

When we first installed the infant carrier in the car back in October we put Rosie behind the driver’s seat and RJ behind the passenger seat. We deliberately kept them separate in fear that an over-zealous toddler might reach out and touch her brother a little too hard. Rosie has never been particularly aware of her own strength, but is getting better and understand the cause and effect relationship of her actions. So, when she asked me if she could sit next to RJ in the car, I thought it might be worth a try.

I installed her car seat in the middle and RJ’s on the passenger side. She rode in her new seat tonight – but only time will tell if this arrangement will last or if we will need to separate them again!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

New Car Seats...

We went out today and picked up a new car seat. RJ has officially outgrown the infant carrier and is ready to move into a big-boy car seat. After shopping around, we decided to purchase a bigger seat for Rosie and put RJ in her seat. So, with much research and a little sadness that my baby is getting big, Rich and I went to Babies R Us and purchased the Britax Roundabout 50. We found it right away and was instantly disappointed. The Britax Roundabout 50 is so new that it only comes in one pattern – the less than attractive Cowmooflage. It is black…with an interesting cow print running down the center. Yuck.

We bought it anyway – because we needed it and it was the only thing available. But I think I will be headed to JoAnn fabrics next weekend to buy fabric to make a different cover!

Monday, June 1, 2009

Feelings

This morning started out as any regular morning in our house. I was up with RJ at around 6:15. Rich got up at around 7:15 and hit the shower. I woke Rosie and got both R&R dressed and ready to head to the gym. Once my three Rs are ready to face the day, I take a few minutes to get myself ready upstairs. Usually just 15-20 minutes of alone time, this time is always the calm before my personal, frenzied storm. Typically, Rich just gets to play with the kids until I come down and we head out to the car. This morning, however, he got to share a moment with Rosie that will have me chuckling for quite some time.

Their moment went something like this:
Rosie: Daddy – I have feelings.
Daddy: What kind of feelings?
Rosie: Feelings. Just feelings.
(there is a pause here…as Rich tries to figure out what she is trying to say…)
Rosie: I need to go potty.

R1 & R2 head into the potty where Rosie proceeds to poop for a magazine-worthy amount of time. Once all of the bathroom business was finished up and hands were washed, Rosie turns to her father and says “Guess what, Daddy – I don’t have feelings anymore! They are all gone!”

Thursday, May 21, 2009

RJ's New Toy

RJ has a new favorite toy – his penis. While I was changing his diaper this morning, my sweet little baby reached down, grabbed a hold of his penis and just grinned.

I know from my friends who have kids and from Rosie that body exploration is totally normal – it is just another piece of their body to explore and play with (he already found his fingers and toes – this is just something new, right?)

As RJ tugged, pulled and played with this newly-discovered part of his body, I could help but think about professional baseball players – who, in addition to hit and field baseballs, seem to get paid to continually adjust themselves on camera.

I called Rich to tell him about his son’s latest discovery – but he was already familiar with it…and perhaps a little proud. His response? “Oh yeah – he found it last night. Couldn’t get enough of it.”

Ah, boys…it starts at the tender age of seven months and it never, ever ends…

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

RJ's 6 Month Check-up

RJ had his 6-month check up today - I can't believe that he is 6 months old! Here are the vitals:

Weight: 15 pounds, 11 ounces (25th percentile)
Height: 26.5 inches (50th percentile)
Development: Totally on target
Next step: BABY FOOD!

Stay tuned for updates and pictures of RJ's first sampling of baby food...

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Heart warming article

Rich has been watching the WBC religiously - and although I tune in when I can, I've been a little too busy to catch some of the good stories. He sent this to me today, and I thought it was a story worth sharing.

Red, white and blue, through and through
By Jeff Passan, Yahoo! Sports

MIAMI GARDENS, Fla. – The flag traveled around the world and through the deserts of Afghanistan and Iraq. Sgt. Felix Perez brought it from home as a reminder and an amulet. The flag never left his Army backpack.
It accompanied Perez to Dolphin Stadium on Tuesday night. He needed some luck for his team, the United States, in its must-win World Baseball Classic game against Puerto Rico. Perez wore a Team USA hat and a Team USA hoodie, and his little sister, Jessica, draped his flag across her shoulders. The United States’ 6-5 come-from-behind victory in the ninth inning sent them into a frenzy. She danced around. He sat in his motorized wheelchair and roared.
On the way out, the 27-year-old Perez placed the flag in his lap and leaned over to a security guard manning Gate G. He was hoping some players from Team USA might sign it. The security guard led Perez and his sister to the U.S. clubhouse, and the flag went inside.
“The next thing I know,” Perez said, “I’m getting called to come back in there.”
And so began the coolest 30 minutes of Felix Perez’s life. On an evening when he felt especially proud to be an American – when a group of his sporting heroes wearing his country’s name across their chests banded together to win a game they had no business winning – Perez found himself surrounded by them, doused with celebratory Miller Lites, with the American flag that was with him during the worst moment of his life passed around the room and signed by every player on the team.
“Everybody,” Perez said.
Then they handed him a ball filled with signatures.
“Everybody,” Perez said.
The half-hour went too fast. Jimmy Rollins, who scored the winning run, wanted to chat more. David Wright, who drove it in, couldn’t hear enough about how the New York Mets are Perez’s favorite team. Almost half the team surrounded Perez for a photograph, the flag draped around his torso, a smile on every face, and none brighter than his.
“I’m just happy to see him happy,” Jessica said.
It’s been four years since Perez returned from the Middle East, where he spent four years. He enlisted after his 17th birthday and was in Afghanistan by the time he turned 20. He doesn’t like to talk about his injury. Some wounds don’t heal.
Perez played ball growing up in North Bergen, N.J., and still loves watching the sport. He attended Team USA’s first WBC game here, an 11-1 mercy-rule loss to Puerto Rico. When the Americans beat the Netherlands to stay alive, Perez woke up at 9 the next morning, called the box office and bought three tickets.
The stadium, practically empty at first pitch, filled to 13,224 by game’s end. It deserved more eyes. Puerto Rico scored in the sixth inning to break a 3-3 tie and tacked on an insurance run in the ninth for a two-run lead. The Americans, about to get bumped from the second straight WBC before the semifinals, needed something divine. Shane Victorino singled to right field. Brian Roberts singled to center. And then Roberts, who had joined Team USA just two days earlier to replace the injured Dustin Pedroia, stole second base – even though coaches laid down the hold sign. Roberts hadn’t quite learned the signs yet.
A walk to Rollins, and another to Kevin Youkilis, and the U.S. had cut the deficit to one run. Wright laced a 2-1 pitch from Fernando Cabrera down the right-field line, and out charged all of Team USA, from the bench and the bullpen, in a bull rush to home plate, then to greet Wright. His teammates kept pushing Wright, joyous and unbridled shoves, until he fell down and they buried his face in the dirt.
“I never thought that we’d be dog piling in March,” Wright said.
No one did. The malaise that clouded the previous games involving Team USA seemed infectious. For every Felix Perez, there were dozens, sometimes hundreds, of fans rooting for the opposing team. Every WBC game thus far, even the ones in Florida, felt like it was on the road.
Not even that dampened the Americans’ enthusiasm. They play Venezuela on Wednesday to determine seeding in Los Angeles, where they’ll face either Korea or the winner of Wednesday’s Japan-Cuba knockout game – and perhaps with a few more supporters who can appreciate what Team USA accomplished Tuesday.
“That was the greatest game I’ve ever been a part of,” catcher Brian McCann said. “Ever.”
Same went for Perez. He said he would rather Team USA win the WBC than the Mets win a World Series.
“We’re the U.S.,” Perez said. “This is our game. … This is the world. You’re representing your country. What is more honorable than representing your country?”
Team USA’s manager, Davey Johnson, grew up an Army brat, his father a prisoner-of-war in World War II.
“There is nothing more honorable,” he said.
Wright was raised near Naval Station Norfolk, one of the largest military bases in the country.
“When you see those guys and get a chance to see how much it means to them, that makes it extra special,” he said. “They take a lot of pride in that red, white and blue, and to have USA across your chest and have supporters like that – that’s what this tournament means.”
Outside the clubhouse, Perez started moving toward the stadium exit. His dad, Felix, had called. He was wondering where Perez and Jessica had gone. They were headed back to the car, Jessica said. They had a pretty amazing souvenir.
A minute later, Rollins walked by and spotted Perez.
“All right, baby,” he said. “Keep a smile on your face.”
“Hey,” Perez said, “as long as you keep swinging the bat, I’ll be happy.”
Perez lifted his right arm as high as he could to wave goodbye. He wasn’t sure he’d see these guys again. He said he might fly to Los Angeles for the finals. He doesn’t know.
Perez moved his hands onto the flag. It’s a struggle, but he wanted to touch his prize. He plans on hanging it next to his other American flag, the one his friends in the 82nd Airborne sent to him when he was injured.
The old flag’s traveling days are over. Sgt. Felix Perez brought it to his home Tuesday night as a reminder and an amulet. The flag never will leave his heart.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Doors, Part II

After my 5th sleepless night in a row, I was trying to catch a few extra minutes of sleep while both kids were still down. Rich had gone downstairs, RJ was in my bed and Rosie was sound asleep in her room – or so I thought. I shut my eyes “just for a minute” and was awakened 25 minutes later by Rich, with Rosie in his arms.

Rosie woke up, didn’t say a word – but just opened her door and started to walk down the steps. Rich heard her calling for Mommy and met her when she was almost all the way down the staircase.

I guess it is time to baby gate her into her room!!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Doors Won't Stop Her Now!

I’ve been dreading this day for a long time – Rosie has mastered our door knobs. According to Carrie, our nanny, we have difficult doorknobs for toddlers. Her daughter, Zallie, has had doorknobs mastered for quite some time but struggles at our house. Maybe it is because we have a lot of open space…maybe it is because I keep the doors open…maybe it is because we keep all of her toys in one space where she can easily get them…regardless of the reason, up until now, Rosie has not really tried to open the doors in our house at all. That all changed last week.

I was feeding RJ on my bed and had accidentally locked Messier in my bathroom. She was crying to get out and Rosie was banging on the door to get in. Messier must have sounded desperate to Rosie because she was determined to open the door and let her out. After a minute of fumbling, the door popped open and a very happy Rosie looked at me and said “I did it!” You sure did, kiddo.

At around 2am, I was putting RJ back to bed after a feeding when I heard a noise on the monitor. Rosie was awake and climbing out of her bed. Usually she hollers for us until we get her. But the typical chorus of “I need Mommy. I need Daddy,” never came. Instead, I heard a click. As I turned to walk RJ to his room, Rosie appeared in the doorway. She looked at me, Binkie in hand, and said “I want to cuddle wish you, Mommy.” I guess the cuddle was worth the walk!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Rosie Goes Bilingual

Rosie has a new obsession lately. Actually – she has two new obsessions that she picked up from the other kids at Little Bricks. She is completely enamored with Dora the Explorer and Go, Diego, GO! I never deliberately introduced her to these programs, but they are on when we are at the gym. Up until a few weeks ago, I didn’t know that she even watched the programs.

My first tip-off that we had new favorites occurred in the Hallmark store on the Avenue. We were there in early February picking up all of our February birthday cards and we passed by the large collection of TY beanie babies and assorted stuffed animals. Rosie, who had not been feeling well that week, suddenly starts yelling “Mommy – a baby Jaguara! A baby Jaguara!” A What? Jaguara? What could she possibly mean?

It never occurred to me that she would be saying “Jaguar” or that she would know the difference between a jaguar stuffed animal and a tiger stuffed animal. But she did – she knew that little stuffed cat was a baby jaguar and she needed to have it. I was relatively impressed that she knew it was a jaguar, so I bought it for her.

Fast forward a few weeks – we are on the couch and she is asking for “egg-o.” What is “egg-o?” Rosie is pretty good at making herself understood, so when I didn’t understand “egg-o,” she tried something else: “Dora the ‘Splora.” That one, I understood. It just so happened that Dora was on Nickelodeon. And Diego just happened to follow it. As soon as Diego’s theme song started to play, Rosie started to jump up and down and scream “EGG-O!!! Da EGG-O!” Ah…now I get it. So, for the first time, I watch Diego. Guess what – Diego hangs out with a baby jaguar that is picture and named in the opening theme. Rosie learned about the jaguar from Diego’s theme song. He has a “baby jaguar by his side.”

Now, Rosie likes to watch multiple Dora and Diego episodes every day. They are cousins, you know. Rosie told me – but I watched the show to confirm. She has learned about many different animals (like Iggy the Iguana…she now wants an iguana). She has started to answer Dora and Diego when they ask questions of their audience – and at the end of the episode, she can tell you all about it. But all of this pales in comparison to what happened this morning.

We were watching Dora in my bed and Rosie wanted chocolate milk. I told her that we would need to go downstairs – and she looked at me and said “Let’s go, amigo. Vamanos!” I looked at her and thought, did that really just happen? So I asked her to repeat it – and she did. Thank you, Dora and Diego!

Monday, March 9, 2009

Hello, Poison Control

I had a pretty good streak going. I managed to make it through 821 days without a single call to Poison control. 2 years and 3 months of parenting without a kid-related call to 911. Day 822 broke my streak – and it was completely my fault.

RJ was fussing up a storm and just crying. We tried feeding him, rocking him, bouncing him, putting him down, pick him up…just about everything. We decided that the poor little guy had some nasty gas bubbles and we needed to help him out. So – I broke out the infant Mylicon. Without even thinking, I filled up the dropper and gave RJ the medicine. As soon as he has swallowed the dose, something didn’t feel right to me. Half thinking that the stuff was past its expiration, I started reading the bottle. To my horror, I realized that I had given him a double dose.

I controlled my panic in front of Rich, but took RJ upstairs and after about a minute decided to follow the advice on the bottle and call Poison Control for advice as to how to deal with this accidental overdose. Doing my best to control my tears, I dialed 911. I told the operator that I needed Poison control and she calmly offered to connect me right away. I’m glad she was calm – I was not.

Within 3 minutes, the whole ordeal was over and the nice gentleman at Poison Control assured me that Mylicon is not a toxic substance and a double dose would not harm RJ in any way. I went downstairs, tail between my legs, to tell Rich that I had called. His response? “I knew you were going to call.” At least our first call to Poison Control (and I’m sure not our last) was a minor one!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The Great Binkie Swap

Anyone who has been around Rosie tends to notice a few things about her – she has huge, beautiful eyes that are so expressive they capture you. She is a chatterbox. She has blond hair – contrasting both of her parents. And she never likes to be without her Binkie.

I swore that my kids wouldn’t go on a Binkie. After all – Binkies cause nipple confusion for breastfed babies, according to the lactation lady we saw before Rosie was born. I was committed to nursing, so no binkies for me! That is, of course, until Rosie was actually here and I was willing to saw off my right arm if it meant she would stop crying. The nursery nurse suggested a binkie – and I was willing to try anything. From day one, it worked like a charm.

Fast forward to December 2007. We told Rosie that, at the ripe old age of one, she could only have her binkie at nighttime, naptime and in the car (which was usually naptime anyway). This worked beautifully, and three binkies became a part of her night and naptime routine. Since this went so well, I had every intention of cutting the bink out completely by the summer of 2008. What stopped us from complete binkie removal? Guilt. I was pregnant again – and what if the new baby needed a binkie? I just couldn’t do that to Rosie – she got to keep her little rubber pieces of comfort.

Rosie is allowed to sleep with three binkies. One for her mouth and one for each hand. When she is tired, cranky, upset or hurt – she asks for them. Sometimes, she just likes to hold them. Other times, she tells you “I don’t need my Binkie right now.” About two months ago we were in Babies R Us and she saw a purple Binkie. “Mommy – I need that. I need the purple Binkie, please!” How could I say no? Rosie has 6 Binkies in her room – 2 green, 1 blue, 1 purple and 2 pink. The blue and one of the pink ones are a harder plastic than the others. She picks her three every night by their color – but she almost always chooses the purple one.

RJ is nowhere near the Binkie addict that Rosie has been. He looks for it every now and then, but doesn’t need it to fall asleep or be happy and content. An unexpected bonus to the binkie – it is a bond between brother and sister. Rosie likes that RJ has a binkie and gets very upset when the binkie isn’t near him. If she has hers, she is likely to try and shove one in his mouth. (Again – good sharing, Rosie!) They have even invented their own little Binkie game. The Great Binkie Swap – check out the video to see what a 2-year-old and 4-month-old come up with when left to themselves!

Roll, Baby, Roll!

Rosie and I had a relatively sleepless night last night, so when RJ woke up, he got fed and went straight to Daddy. Rosie and I conked back out in the spare room for a few hours until Rich had to hop in the shower. When Rich brought RJ in to us, he shared some exciting yet disturbing news. RJ rolled over.

At first, I completely discounted the event because RJ had been on the bed. The soft surface helped him along, I thought. So this really couldn’t count as a rollover…could it? I had to test this out myself. I put him down on our family room floor to see what he would do.

He looked up…looked around…smiled a bit. Then, he started to push. He was working really hard to flop himself over – and all that work had him tootin’ up a storm. But – after a few minutes of trying, grunting and tooting – he got it and rolled right onto his back!

How could this be? My little boy is only 4 months old. I’m not ready for him to roll over yet! He’s just a baby! But he is a strong little guy – and I’m sure, just like his daredevil primate sister, he will be keeping us on our toes constantly!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

RJ SLEEPS THROUGH THE NIGHT!!!

Much like this sister, RJ is not a born sleeper. He sometimes gives us a good 4 hour stretch in the middle of the night – but typically, he sleeps the best and the longest when snuggled up in our arms. Even the snuggle technique only keeps him asleep for a few short hours. So – when I put the kids to bed last night, I was prepared for another typical night in the Galasso household. RJ falls asleep. Rosie falls asleep. Carry RJ to his crib. Carry Rosie to her bed. RJ wakes up, comes into bed with us. Rosie wakes up, Rich goes into bed with her. This is pretty much a nightly pattern in our household. Not last night.
Rose fell asleep, face first, on my bed at 10. RJ was not far behind her. I carried RJ into his crib and laid him down gently – he didn’t stir. I carried Rosie into her room and put her on her bed. She moved around, and I thought for sure she would be up shortly. While Rich was still at hockey practice, I sat on our bed and tried to finish off my homework before one of the kids woke up. RJ woke up first.

He woke up, had a little snack and then fell back to sleep on my bed. I kept him there, expecting him to wake up and want to eat again at any minute – but he stayed asleep. Rich got home and held RJ for a few minutes before I carried him back to the crib. At 1:30, I shut down the laptop and tried to put myself to bed. I didn’t even want to fall asleep because I was just waiting for someone to wake up.

6:15 rolls around – and Rosie is standing up on her bed yelling “Mom! Come get me! I need Mommy!” Rich nudges me and says “Rosie is up.” I sit up, look around and start to get out of bed. Then he asks “where is the baby?”

“In the crib.”

“Oh – you got him back in?”

“I never took him out…”

Panic sets in immediately. What is wrong with my son? Why didn’t he wake up in the middle of the night? I grab the monitor and take a look – he is still peacefully on his side, just like I left him. Now I am in a full panic and Rosie is starting to freak out. I bribe her with chocolate milk if she will just stand in the hall quietly for a few minutes while I check on RJ. She does…and I open his door. As I open the door, he rolls just slightly onto his back. Phew – he is fine. Which means…

HE SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT!!! WOO-HOO!!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Saturday, January 24, 2009

I Love The Children's Place

Children’s Place is the only children’s store where you can get brand new shirts for kids for $2.99. 7 items, $24. You seriously can not do better than that

Friday, January 23, 2009

Poop, Already!

Having children changes you – but I think that is a fairly obvious statement. I was expecting many of these changes – going out less, less sleep…things like that. What I was not prepared for was the sudden fascination and obsession with poop.

I remember my freshman year talking to my roommates about poop etiquette. I put the can of Lysol on the back of the bowl and said “everybody poops. I don’t want to hear any thing more about it.” I was pretty much fine with that “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy until I had kids. Suddenly – poop became acceptable dinner conversation.

Maybe it is because some of the stories about babies/kids & poop are so funny and outrageous that they are worth repeating (see “Shitastrophy, Nov. 9, 2008). Whatever the reason, Rich and I have become that couple that finds it totally acceptable to discuss poop with anyone and everyone.

The nurses in the hospital in the days after a delivery are all about diaper duty. How many wet diapers? How many dirty diapers? They give you charts and guidelines about what is normal for your newborn and what you should expect in the days to come. Breastfed babies are supposed to poop all the time. Not my breastfed babies!

RJ doesn’t like to poop. He just hates it. He is this wonderful, happy baby for 3-4 days out of the week. Suddenly – he is a screamer – and his screams are due to his discomfort. He then screams for another 2 days or so until he finally poops and gets something out of his system. Then it is back to being a happy baby again!

It is day 6 of his little cycle…so I haven’t slept in about two days and I can’t put him down. RJ, darling – just poop already!

Monday, January 19, 2009

More Inspiration from Starbucks…

Quote from the little cardboard sleeve:

“With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations”

--President Abraham Lincoln, Inaugural Address – March 4, 1865

RJ's First Night in the Crib







This blog is fairly Rosie-heavy right now, largely because she just does more…for now, anyway. Tonight, I do have some RJ news to report.

We set up RJ’s room this weekend. Moved the bed out, raised the crib…dusted and vacuumed. Got everything ready for my little man. After I nursed him, I handed him over to Rich so that I could try and put Rosie to bed. Fireworks and celebrations from some Steelers fans in the neighborhood woke her up and had her asking for Daddy – so I called Rich up to snuggle her for a while. RJ was asleep – so we decided to just put him in the crib. He went down without a problem.

About 90 minutes ago, he woke up, looking for food. I fed him, brought him upstairs, laid him in his crib, patted his bottom for a minute and then went around upstairs collecting trash to go outside. When I got downstairs, he was awake in his crib, but not fussing. By the time I was done taking out all of the trash – he had put himself to sleep!

Could it be that RJ is going to be my sleeper? That he’ll be the one who, like his father (who is currently asleep on the couch) can fall asleep anywhere at anytime? Wouldn’t that be wonderful? I guess that only time will tell – but I am going to enjoy going to bed tonight!

Sunday, January 18, 2009

A Father's Love

Rosie makes Daddy tea...

"Cheers!" Rosie and Daddy clink glasses before downing her delicious tea..

Not meant for anyone over 3 feet tall...Rich had to spend several hours in Rosie's new house...
So…Nonna and Papou got Rosie the “Rose Petal Cottage” for Christmas this year. A few months ago, I had seen the advertisements for this thing, and thought it seemed pretty cool and right up Rosie’s alley. My Mom & I talked about it once – and she went out on a mission to find it.

This weekend, my Dad was down and he and I put this little girl sanctuary together. Rich, the lucky son of a gun, was away with Loyola’s hockey team…so he missed all of the shenanigans and tomfoolery that ensued while constructing this child’s toy. We cursed, we huffed, we puffed – but we finally got the thing together. (At one point, while I was feeding RJ, Rosie ran in the room and said “Papou! You did it!) The Rose Petal Cottage was no piece of cake to assemble – but it was so worth it to see her in it.

She sat in there immediately and was just grinning from ear to ear. The Rose Petal Cottage has many accessories – from the “cupcake set,” complete with fabric cupcakes and baking pan – to the banana split…a dish, fabric banana, fabric ice cream scoops and an ice cream scooper. Rosie’s favorite, however, is the tea set. A little tea pot with 4 tea cups, saucers and tea bags – she is very into tea. We all drank copious amounts of imaginary tea while squeezing ourselves into her new little house.

She couldn’t hide her excitement when Rich walked in the door. She ran right up to him, grabbed his hand and dragged him to see her house. After spending 9 hours on a bus with hockey players, poor Rich got home and had to spend the next two hours crammed into Rosie’s new playhouse! The things you do for love…


Thursday, January 15, 2009

I Cwried For You!


So tonight was my first “regular” class of the semester. My first Wednesday night class. For the next 12 weeks, I will have class every Wednesday and Thursday night and Rosie and RJ will hang out with someone other than me. Tonight, it was Daddy time. I tried to prep everything for Rich before I left. Make sure that her dinner is ready – prep RJ’s bottle so that it was ready if need…I even left pork chops marinating in the oven for Rich. Off to class I went.

I called during my break, and Rich sounded stressed. I had to deliver the news that class didn’t end until 9:30 (instead of 9) and he did not sound pleased. Now I’m stressed. I count the minutes until I can leave – and finally, I am home. I volunteer to put Rosie to bed while Rich continues to hang with RJ.

We go through her normal nighttime routine – give kisses, brush teeth, find binkies, gather friends…and then we have our evening chat. Usually – the ten minutes before Rosie fall asleep is filled with stories from her day. Today – it was a big, fat guilt trip…just for me.

R: Mommy?
K: Yes, baby?
R: I crwied for you.
K: You cried for me? Why did you cry for me?
R: You went to shewl. I miss you. I crweid for you.
(I am suddenly fighting against the tears)
K: Baby girl, you don’t have to cry for me. I always come home to you.
R: No. I miss you. I crwied for you. Don’t got to shewl anymore.
K: Honey girl, I have to go to school
R: Then take me wish (with) you, Mommy.

I didn’t really know what to say – but fortunately she asked me to cuddle her and fell asleep before I could think of a response. She’s the sweetest little girl – and I would totally take her to school with me if I could..but I think I am past the age for show & tell!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Rosie Goes to the ER

Rosie checks out her IV and hand pillow...


This all started yesterday at around 8:00 pm. Rosie had been running around, just fine, all day long. She was jumping, playing – being a normal 2-year old. She took one long nap…and then another short snooze. Was a little whiny and a little clingy – but nothing so abnormal that I would worry. I kind of felt like sleeping the day away myself. Then, the weirdness started.

I ran out for groceries and came to find all three RAGs on the chair in the family room under a blanket. Rosie wanted to cuddle with Mommy – so I sat down on the couch and told her to come on over. She slid off the chair, took two steps and starting screaming her head off. Rich and I looked at each other – what could this be about? I picked her up and got her to calm down. She told me that her leg hurt. When I asked her where – she pointed to her knee. We both figured she hit her knee on the corner of the ottoman – which is the only part of it that isn’t cushioned.

After holding her for a few minutes and getting her calm, I had to get back to work. I put her in her chair and started to walk towards the bathroom. Rosie said “I want to come ‘wish’ (with) you!” OK – fine. I hold out my hand to her, she takes 5 steps and collapses, screaming that her boo-boo hurts. Perplexing.

For the rest of the night, our normally active and happy 2 year old would not walk. She wanted to play with her toys – but would not walk to them. Just sat on the floor and cried for them. We tried to get her to walk and it resulted in hysterics. I gave her some Motrin and we put her to bed, hoping that she wouldn’t be broken. Rich stayed in her room with her (yay, queen size bed) just in case she needed anything during the night.

She woke up this morning when I went in to nudge Rich. I picked her up out of bed and put her down on the floor to see if the mysterious pain was forgotten after a good night’s sleep. Two steps – and she collapses again. Now I just need to wait until the pediatrician’s office opens.

We got a 2pm appointment – which seemed like forever away at 9 this morning! We went to the dentist, we cuddled and watched “Move it, Move it” (Rosie’s name for Madagascar) – and after another dose of Motrin, her mobility improved. Finally – it was time to see Dr. Terry.

Rosie is usually an angel at Dr. Terry’s office – but not today. She wanted no part of being touched, poked or prodded by anyone. Dr. Terry suspected that she had a virus in her knee joint – but sent us to the emergency room for x-rays and blood work to eliminate any broken bones or other illnesses. And the waiting began….Rich met us at GBMC, a current hot bed of infectious diseases. He kept RJ occupied while I attempted to keep us all sanitized and relatively germ free. This was not our first trip to the ER with Rosie – we had to take her last December when she came down with RSV. Well – the number of little babies with RSV this close to my little baby was starting to make me nuts. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before we were back to see a doctor.

Rosie was a little champ during her X-rays. I had to hold her still, but she didn’t fight me or the technician at all. The next part, however, was a little less fun. They needed to start an IV in her. For whatever reason, they picked her hand as the spot to stick her. I had an IV in my hand when RJ was born – and it was painful for me. I couldn’t even imagine how terrifying this was for her. One nurse held her down while the other nurse did the dirty work. I held her head and sang “The Gambler” to her through my own tears and Rich held her hand from behind me. She just kept saying “Mommy, don’t let them hurt me.” It was breaking my heart and I just kept praying that they would finish soon.

Once the IV was started and her blood was drawn, I let Rich take over so that I could compose myself. They braced her hand and wrist on a pillow so that she wouldn’t disturb the IV needle. Rich was talking to her about the cool pillow that her hand was on and all of a sudden I hear her tiny voice say “yeah, it’s pretty neato.”

Neato? That’s my kid. Neato. The nurse just looked at her and said “I have never heard a child say that after an IV before…”

At the end of the day – Rosie, RJ and I spent a good 6 hours at GBMC. The IV was removed and they sent us home. She most likely has this crazy virus-in-the-knee thing…which I have never heard of but is apparently not uncommon. She survived her first IV and is now sleeping soundly. Another adventure for the family history book!


Sunday, January 11, 2009

The Way I See It #130

It will do us little good to wire the world if we short-circuit our souls. There is no delete button for racism, poverty or sectarian violence. No keystroke can ever clean the air, save a river preserve a forest. This transformational new technology must be an extension of our hearts as well as our minds. The old rules still apply. Love your mother - Mother Earth.

-Tom Brokaw

Saturday, January 10, 2009

So long, Captain Jack…

Bill & I at my wedding in 2003...

Bill with RJ in October...

Bill on his Harley with Rosie in September...
I’m somewhat sad to say that our own personal Captain Jack Sparrow, my brother Bill, is Captain Jack no more. For most of his life, Bill has had two distinct hairstyles: long flowing locks or a buzz cut. With a rare exception (like my wedding – when his hair was short and styled) – Bill has grown his hair out until he had to cut it for some reason – usually work. Well, his last haircut was in 2003 – and it was a great 5 year run, but his flowing ponytail is no more.

Although he cut his hair primarily for work reasons – Bill is doing the right thing. All ten inches of his mane will be sent to Pantene’s Beautiful Lengths this week. Beautiful Lengths creates wigs for women and children of all ages and backgrounds who are suffering from cancer.

Bill’s #1 concern – that Rosie might not go to him the next time he sees her, since she is used to his long hair and gruff look. It’s not what is on the surface that matters – but what is inside that counts…and inside, there is a heart of golf.

Kudos to you, Bill.

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Thank God for Dani.

So – most of our family and friends have met Dani over the course of the past 2 years – but I don’t know if everyone realizes just how much she means to me and my family.

At this stage, I don’t know what I would do without her. She takes care of us. I know that when I leave my kids with her, that they are in hands as good as mine. I know that when she is coming over, I can look forward to seeing a friendly face. I know that when I am in need of a friend or a good cry, she is going to be there. I really don’t know what we would do without her. She was here on Wednesday until after 10. She was here on Thursday until 10. Rich was home by 8 – but she felt bad that she held RJ so much, (he was having a needy day…gas…), so she stayed late to play with Rosie a little more. Tomorrow, she is giving up her Saturday morning to come hang out with R & R while Rich runs an errand that is easier to do without the kids while I am in class.

At some point between now and May 2010, Dani is going to spend 18 weeks away from Baltimore – and I can’t even think about it without getting emotional. She started out as our baby sitter and ended up as our family.

So – thank you, God – for giving us Dani…because we don’t know what we would do or how we would get by without her.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Playing House

I started working at Little Brick – the daycare center at my gym, Brick Bodies. I picked up 6 hours and week and in exchange get my membership for free, a discount on my personal trainer and socialization with other women – most of whom have children around Rosie’s age. Rosie loves Little Brick’s – and loves it even more now that I am there to play with her.

Today, she made a new friend at Little Brick’s. We got there early and I worked out before punching in. When I got back, she was a disaster – crying all over the place…very unlike Rosie. Turns out, she was hungry and within minutes of my starting work was happily chomping on an orange. Crisis now averted, she went back to exploring everything that the Little Brick’s room has to offer – including some friends her age. Today, she found Gunner.

I would have guessed Gunner to be older than Rosie – but when I asked his mom, it turns out that he is as close to her age as he can be – December 1. Gunner & Rosie were the only two kids until 5 at Little Brick’s for a while today, and they became fast friends. They ran, they jumped, they played…and a few times, I caught them holding hands. Suddenly I realized that there was more than just some random playing going on…their playing had taken the form of a game…they were playing house. Both kids were in the play kitchen, helping one another make dinner. Then they cleaned up. Then they tended to the babies. (They had two – one for Rosie and one for Gunner). While all the bigger boys played “Keep Away from the Babies” around them, Rosie and Gunner sat in chairs in front of the TV and gave their babies imaginary bottles, burped their babies and rocked them to sleep.

They were inseparable.

Unfortunately, Gunner’s mom came to pick him up before my shift was over – and Rosie was very sad to see him go. They hugged each other several times before Gunner put his coat on. Hopefully, Gunner’s mom will be back to work out on Monday and Thursday of this coming week – so that Rosie can have some time with her buddy again.

I Love You Too Much!


I tell everyone who will listen (and sometimes those who could care less) than Rich and I are extremely fortunate that Rosie adapted so well to being an older sibling. She is a wonderful, affectionate little girl who is very into loving her family and friends – especially her baby brother.

At RJ’s first sign of perceived distress (which is sometimes just those little noises that babies make), Rosie is right there to say “it’s OK, Baby RJ – don’t cry!” She will take it upon herself to hold his hand, stroke his head and even shove that little binkie into his mouth – whether he wants it or not! RJ, in turn, truly knows his sister and you can often see his little face light up when he hears her voice or sees her.

I love watching Rosie with her brother. She exhibits tenderness that I would have never expected from someone who is barely outside the baby years herself. I wish that I could capture these moments and bottle them for her – because I know from first hand experience that there will be a day that having a little brother is more of a pain than a joy.

Today, Rosie took her cuteness in her loving of RJ to a whole new level. I got home from class and Dani was sitting on the floor with RJ. Rosie ran up to greet me and give me hugs. I kissed her, kissed RJ and made a beeline for the bathroom. As I am closing the gate behind me, I hear Rosie say “I love you too much, Baby RJ.” I stopped in my tracks and looked at Dani, who was trying to control her laughter at the cuteness.

“Did she just say ‘I love you too much?’” Dani nods. That is the cutest thing ever.

Rich and I tell her “I love you so much” all the time – but her 2-year-old version of that statement made it all the more endearing. Yes, she loves her brother so much…and the love that my baby girl has for my baby boy just makes me love her even more!

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

The Way I See It...

As almost everyone knows - I am a Starbucks junkie. I have a problem - and its name is Venti Soy No Whip Mocha. I could suck down a countless number of these puppies in lieu of solid food daily – if I could only afford to have such a habit! In addition to the flavorful concoction, I am a big fan of Starbucks for many reasons. One of those many reasons is their cup. The Starbucks “regular” cups (as in not seasonally themed) have quotes on them – quotes from famous people, quotes from ordinary citizens, quotes from cancer survivors. These quotes are called “The Way I See It.” I am one of those people who reads every cup I receive from Starbucks and gets bummed on a repeat. I’m going to start sharing some of my favorite quotes through this blog…not just for your reading pleasure, but because I really want to remember them and maybe cite them someday. This one touched me, given my Resolutions for 2009:

The Way I See It #198

You can shower a child with presents or money, but what do they really mean, compared to the most valuable gift of all – your time? Vacations and special events are nice, but so often the best moments are the spontaneous ones. Being there. Every moment you spend ith your child could be the one that really matters.

-- Tim Russert

RJ’s 2 Month Check-Up



So – RJ is a little guy! We took him to see Dr. Terry this morning. He’s a little peanut – just 23.25” and just under 11 pounds. Smaller than his sister at her 2 month check up! Aside from that – he is absolutely perfect. Lifts his head up like a champ and is so strong. Despite his size, he really knows how to throw his weight around! He moves around like crazy and his little legs are so strong.

He’s grown 2 inches in the past two months – and gained about 2 pounds. Before I know it, he’ll be Rosie’s size!

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Mommy is Back to School!

Rosie plays in our bed...


RJ - a smiley, happy baby...

RJ is now 2 ½ months old, and I am back in the saddle at Loyola College, working diligently on my ongoing MBA. I’ll be honest – I’ll be happy when it is over. As much as I truly enjoy my classes and learning – and even the socialization – I really don’t enjoy being away from my kids for long stretches at a time.

I am taking 3 classes this semester, something I haven’t tried to do since the fall of 2005. My first class started today – Power, Privilege and Professional Identity with Andrea Giampetro-Meyer. I’ve had Professor Giampetro before, and if I could take her for every course, I would. That being said – this class meets for 36 hours in the month of January. 6 hours on each Saturday throughout the month and then every day this week. The course is at the Columbia campus – so I ended up being away from home for over 8 hours.

It was a difficult day. At first, I really loved being back in the classroom. Meeting with others, group work, group think… Every now and then it is nice to have a conversation that doesn’t center around Madagascar or Toy Story or Cars… However, by lunchtime, I really just couldn’t wait to see my kids again. 4:00 couldn’t come fast enough!

You can tell this is my second time around – I attended class complete with breast pump and spent my 2 15-minute breaks in the handicapped stall, pumping away.

My day was complete when I walked through the door at 5:35 and was attacked by a beautiful three-foot tall girl. Rosie was beyond happy to see me – and all I wanted to do was hold her and RJ. My anticipated graduation is May 2010. I’m sure that there will be a few tears between now and then – but I also know that this will all be worth it!

Friday, January 2, 2009

My Resolutions

Hard to believe that it is 2009 already!

RJ smiling up at the lights...

Rosie playing with her baby doll stroller...


I typically have the same resolutions year after year – and I think they are fairly typical, as far as resolutions go. Lose some weight, hit the gym more often, eat out less, get my life more organized…blah, blah, blah. You get the point. Well – this year I decided to do something a little different. I’m not going to make a resolution that pertains to me at all – instead, my resolutions will pertain to Rosie and RJ. So, in 2009 I resolve too:

- capture more moments in my blog so that R & R have a written history of their childhood from my perspective
- take more pictures
- spend more time cuddling on the couch
- not “wish away” these precious moments
- enjoy every moment with Rosie, even the sassy ones
- enjoy every moment with RJ, even the screaming ones

So – 2009 is the year of R & R – and while I am running after my own little R & R, I won’t be lamenting the fact that I don’t ever seem to have any other kind of R & R – the rest and relaxation kind!