18 Nov 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in I need to tell you about this right now
Tags: Baby, baby food, Birthday, cake, Childbirth, Daughter, Family, humor, kiddies, Life, Manhattan, parenting, Photography, Scorpio, skin tone, Taxi, transportation, upper east side
I’m a Gemini mom married to a Cancer dad livin’ in a Scorpio world with my two kiddies. My oldest, my goldest, turned 14 today. Gulp. I know she doesn’t want me to post about her, but I have to. It’s a blogging law.
So in 1998, at 5am ish I woke my hubby up. He was sleeping on the couch because we’d had a fight and I needed the entire queen mattress to myself to get over it…..we walked down our railroad apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan (passing uncle Larry as he was about to walk Gracie). We hailed a cab and headed to Lenox Hill Hospital – about 10 blocks South of us. My water broke in the cab but the driver had us there in 5 minutes (we tipped big for the clean up!).
She was born shortly after, the first grandkid for both our families. There have been lots of great moments in between, each worthy of its own post. Like when she was a few months old and I fell asleep feeding her on the couch and dropped her, or when she ate so much cake at her 1st birthday party that she passed out from the sugar high, or when everyone told me she was turning yellow from all the baby food and I told them it was just her skin tone. Good times.
Smart, Beautiful, Funny, and most importantly ours!
06 Nov 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in I need to tell you about this right now
Tags: Birthday, cookie cake, Elections, food, glow golf, humor, Life, loud conversation, Obama, President, Romney, USA, Vote
True story:
A couple of weeks ago, at my son’s 9th birthday party at a Glow Golf place at the mall, a group of 18 boys gathered to eat cheese balls, pizza and a big cookie cake. During a lull in the very loud conversation, a spry young man stuffing cheese balls into his mouth shouted,” So! Who’s it going to be? Obama or Romney?”. Everyone was dead quiet for a nanosecond. Finally, the birthday boy turned to me and said, “can I have another juice pack?”. Then, thankfully, the conversation turned to Legos and Ninjagos again.
Moral of the true story:
I love me a good Democratic process but I cannot wait until it’s all over and we can focus on cheese balls and juice packs again.
25 Oct 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in I need to tell you about this right now
Tags: Baby, Birth, Birthday, cake, Family, food, home, humor, Ice Cream, Life, little pumpkin, Photography
On October 25, 2003, I had planned on waking up and going pumpkin picking with my little girl.
Instead we welcomed a little pumpkin of our own.
You’ll be shocked to know that he was just perfect.
He slept for most of his first year of life. Went in at 7pm and woke up sometimes at 8am (no joke).
When he was awake he just stared at you with that face. And those eyes. It was killer. Still is.
Then the hyper speed went into effect.
He grew and grew and grew. Notice the curls. The perfect, insane curls.
And grew
Cut to today.
Cake for breakfast with a 9-year-old silly, funny, happy but sleepy boy. Two seconds after this picture was taken, and right before he blew out this candle, he lifted his leg and farted. True story.
21 Oct 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in I need to tell you about this right now
Tags: Beer, Birthday, Fall, Golf, home, humor, Nature, Oktoberfest, outdoors, Party, Photography
*burp*
It’s been a month full of festivities. Last weekend we kicked-off the fun by inviting some family and friends to ring in the Fall.
My sister-in-law took this shot of my hubby and his pals. She always gets these shots of him. Not just smiling, but literally giddy. Some spirits were involved.
Here’s a shot of my boy and some of his pals from that same get together. Please notice the can of soda that was imbedded into his hand the entire night. A good time was had by all.
Cut to this weekend.
We were invited to Staten Island to go to a local Oktoberfest – how could we refuse? I like this picture because it masks all my problem areas and was taken at a slight angle down – not to mention the photog was miles away from us. Perfect.
This morning we hosted my baby’s 9th Birthday party a few days early. Glow Golf anyone? Because I’m so together and organized I forgot to take my camera and had to rely on my phone, which did the job but everyone has evil eyes. And yes, I could fix them all, but I’m tired!
There are a few more fun weekends ahead. Then I plan on getting into my winter cave and not coming out ’till the New Year. Just sayin’.
Sorry the posts have been so far apart. It’s hard to do things and think and write. For me anyway.
16 Jul 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in I need to tell you about this right now
Tags: Birthday, Gift, humor, Life, Photography
Here’s a riddle:
What’s this a picture of?
a) a present I just got from a close friend
b) a present I just bought for a family member
c) a present I bought 4 weeks ago for a cute little baby girl who just turned one and whose birthday party we had to miss but whose gift I should have sent via mail the next day – but instead it sat in my car for weeks, reminding me of how I don’t have my life together.
d) stop judging me!
Did you guess the right answer? Do you think less of me? Don’t hate me. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you if I don’t send you the gift – it just means I’m a spaz.
Moving on. Why should this present be any different from the unsent thank you notes, forgotten housewarming cards, and of course – the left behind mommy-loves-you letters to camp. None of those things get out alive.
I have the best intentions – and the worst follow-through. We have so many people in our lives that can get a birthday card to us the day of – THE DAY OF. That’s talented. I have no such talent. I will call you (except that one year I forgot both my best friend and my sister’s birthdays) – and I’ll eventually take you out to a very nice dinner or drinks or something – but it’ll take a while.
A long, uncomfortable, guilt-ridden while.
28 May 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in Brave New World
Tags: Aging, Baby, Birthday, cake, College, humor, Life, marriage, NYC, Photography
At 10 I was living in Albany,NY with my parents enjoying my last year as an only child, having as much fun as I could, happy as a clam.
At 20 I was in NYC, going to college, shacked up with my boyfriend, his family became my family, my friends were my life, I was completely clueless and again, happy as a clam.
At 30 I was married to that boy, we moved out of NYC, we had our first house, our first baby, and absolutely no idea of how we were going to make it, and I really was happy as a clam.
At 40 I am still shacked up with that same boy (legally), we have another house, in another town, 2 punky kids that are surrounded by love (thanks to our unstoppable family and friends), and, well, you know. Clam. Happy. Me.
03 May 2012
by wifemothereventplanner
in Brave New World
Tags: Birthday, College, Entertainment, fashion, food, Hair, humor, Life, make-up, Mayor, New York City, Party
Photo Circa 1994. Me and then newly minted Mayor of NYC , Rudolph Giuliani. We were at the Pen & Sword Honor Society dinner at my college, he was the keynote that night, and an alum. It took me all night to work up the nerve to go meet him… when I finally did, all I could say was,” My birthday is May 28th too!”. He just smiled and laughed. I think a security guard moved in closer and someone took the picture. That was it. Not sure how I got into the honor society. Here’s my main observations about this photo:
- I rocked that tuxedo top I borrowed from my roommate.
- Those earrings weren’t even close to being the biggest ones I owned.
- See that hair…that’s my pre-marriage, pre-babies, frizz free, never-touched-a-flat-iron hair. I would trade one of my kids for that hair now.
- Not sure why I felt the need to wear white eye shadow – maybe to draw extra attention to my unkept brows?
- What I remember most about the night is that I was too chicken to tell the waiter I didn’t eat chicken – and since I wouldn’t eat anything on the plate with the chicken I hid in the bathroom until dessert was served.
Good times.
