Check it out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Thursday, February 18, 2010
After missing a whole day, this is what I got to see!
Oscar finally walked! Just about a month shy of J.J. too. The funny thing is, after all this waiting, he is actually already a lot better on his feet than Judah, even though he was late to the party. Sometimes I think Oscar just doesn't want to do something unless he can do it right.
Check it out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Check it out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I missed a whole day
Today I never saw the boys. I think this is the first time ever while being in town. Sure I have taken a few vacations and missed some days here and there, but today, I left before they were up and got home long after they went to bed. It sucks.
The reasons are all well and good. I had an early meeting, then a day full of work, then a late meeting, a waxing and a movie date with Brent. Yes, a few of those things seem optional, although not really. Waxing may seem indulgent, but only if you have never been waxed - a) it is ridiculously painful and b) I would look like Chewbacca without it. So I don't exactly classify a waxing appointment as a spa treatment. And the movie date was almost as important. Brent and I don't spend a lot of quality time together not talking about KDD, my work, the boys, childcare, or the latest Joseph or Kaufman family squabbles, of which there are many. And no, sitting on the couch with our respective laptops while watching Modern Family doesn't count as quality time. So we coordinated our schedules, asked Heidi to stay late and went to see Avatar. And it was cool, although in retrospect, not nearly worth not seeing the real life feature film of Oscar and Judah's life today.
Sometimes I worry that they don't even really know that I am their mom, especially because it seems that of their caregivers, they see me the least. It hurts terribly when Oscar turns away when I get home, nothing is more painful than being shunned by your son, even if he is one year old and probably is just mad that his brother bonked him on the head with a wooden car. But in my heart I know that there is really separation anxiety and angst here, and most of it is mine.
I don't really feel like I have a choice. I spend my whole day worrying about my business, or Brent's business, or the million other things that occupy my endless internal monologue. Here was my day today, by way of example. And bear in mind this is all before my 4:00 torture by hot wax:
7:30 - Wakeup and get dressed
8:15 - Make the boys breakfast so that it is ready for when Brent gets them up and dressed
8:30 - Finish up household jobs like making the bed, going through the mail, tidying up so Heidi doesn't panic when she comes in (neat freak!)
9:00 - Get to work and answer emails and phone calls
10:00 - Go to a meeting to help my sister launch her new business
11:30 - Go to a networking lunch with an HR professional to see if we can be referral partners
1:00 - Conference call with clients
1:30 - 4:00 - Answer no less than 50 emails, six client calls, two referrals, all while trying to prepare for my meeting at 5:00 where I will discuss licensing opportunities for King David with our attorney.
It should be noted that I missed a 3:00 conference call because I was so focused on a project and that I was at least 10 minutes late to everything. As usual.
In between all this, I officiated a family dispute for a friend, did a little career coaching for another friend, and pretty much ran myself ragged. And I can't do anything half way. I have taken on starting this practice and I need it to be a success. Not just financially (although that is critical, of course) but also for my pride. I simply feel compelled to give it everything I have. The same goes double for King David and triple for being a good friend, sister, daughter and wife. The problem is that somehow, I feel like being a good mom falls off the list of priorities. I wonder if that is because it is the hardest job of all. The one in which I have the least confidence. I know I can get a favorable outcome for my client, plan a good business strategy for King David, or be a good listener to a friend. But I have nearly no faith in my ability to be a present, thoughtful, loving or supportive mom. No amount of discipline, ambition, or intelligence will give me those skills. You can see why I needed to park it for a couple of hours to watch a movie about naked blue people who are part of a life force revolving around a tree.
Sometimes I feel like I am pulled in so many directions I feel as if I am being ripped apart. And the rub is that missing a day of my kids' life somehow doesn't seem worth any of it, even though as I am ticking off my daily list, everything seems of critical importance. It is especially painful because Oscar and Judah are going through an incredible period of growth and development. For the last month or two it felt like they weren't really doing anything new. Not much talking or walking. No real pointing or communicating. But now, all of the sudden, they are off to the races, discovering new tricks and treats every minute, saying mama with meaning, pointing to the dogs, and walking all over. For instance, Judah can now crawl over the barricades of our ottomans in our living room, making the whole first floor fair game. And that means that the dog bowls are in play as well. Dog food is safe for humans right? Oscar is so independent. He has all sorts of favorite toys and books and is so opinionated. He has this car that he adores, and when he wants to play in it, he crawls right over to it, opens the door, honks the horn, and expects you to push him around. What did they do today that I missed?
I know, really really really, know, that I am going to look back on this time with such nostalgia and regret. I am going to feel that starting this law practice, or growing King David is going to pale terribly in comparison to the loss of my involvement in their childhood. I can't get today back. And yet I know that tomorrow will be nearly the same.
The reasons are all well and good. I had an early meeting, then a day full of work, then a late meeting, a waxing and a movie date with Brent. Yes, a few of those things seem optional, although not really. Waxing may seem indulgent, but only if you have never been waxed - a) it is ridiculously painful and b) I would look like Chewbacca without it. So I don't exactly classify a waxing appointment as a spa treatment. And the movie date was almost as important. Brent and I don't spend a lot of quality time together not talking about KDD, my work, the boys, childcare, or the latest Joseph or Kaufman family squabbles, of which there are many. And no, sitting on the couch with our respective laptops while watching Modern Family doesn't count as quality time. So we coordinated our schedules, asked Heidi to stay late and went to see Avatar. And it was cool, although in retrospect, not nearly worth not seeing the real life feature film of Oscar and Judah's life today.
Sometimes I worry that they don't even really know that I am their mom, especially because it seems that of their caregivers, they see me the least. It hurts terribly when Oscar turns away when I get home, nothing is more painful than being shunned by your son, even if he is one year old and probably is just mad that his brother bonked him on the head with a wooden car. But in my heart I know that there is really separation anxiety and angst here, and most of it is mine.
I don't really feel like I have a choice. I spend my whole day worrying about my business, or Brent's business, or the million other things that occupy my endless internal monologue. Here was my day today, by way of example. And bear in mind this is all before my 4:00 torture by hot wax:
7:30 - Wakeup and get dressed
8:15 - Make the boys breakfast so that it is ready for when Brent gets them up and dressed
8:30 - Finish up household jobs like making the bed, going through the mail, tidying up so Heidi doesn't panic when she comes in (neat freak!)
9:00 - Get to work and answer emails and phone calls
10:00 - Go to a meeting to help my sister launch her new business
11:30 - Go to a networking lunch with an HR professional to see if we can be referral partners
1:00 - Conference call with clients
1:30 - 4:00 - Answer no less than 50 emails, six client calls, two referrals, all while trying to prepare for my meeting at 5:00 where I will discuss licensing opportunities for King David with our attorney.
It should be noted that I missed a 3:00 conference call because I was so focused on a project and that I was at least 10 minutes late to everything. As usual.
In between all this, I officiated a family dispute for a friend, did a little career coaching for another friend, and pretty much ran myself ragged. And I can't do anything half way. I have taken on starting this practice and I need it to be a success. Not just financially (although that is critical, of course) but also for my pride. I simply feel compelled to give it everything I have. The same goes double for King David and triple for being a good friend, sister, daughter and wife. The problem is that somehow, I feel like being a good mom falls off the list of priorities. I wonder if that is because it is the hardest job of all. The one in which I have the least confidence. I know I can get a favorable outcome for my client, plan a good business strategy for King David, or be a good listener to a friend. But I have nearly no faith in my ability to be a present, thoughtful, loving or supportive mom. No amount of discipline, ambition, or intelligence will give me those skills. You can see why I needed to park it for a couple of hours to watch a movie about naked blue people who are part of a life force revolving around a tree.
Sometimes I feel like I am pulled in so many directions I feel as if I am being ripped apart. And the rub is that missing a day of my kids' life somehow doesn't seem worth any of it, even though as I am ticking off my daily list, everything seems of critical importance. It is especially painful because Oscar and Judah are going through an incredible period of growth and development. For the last month or two it felt like they weren't really doing anything new. Not much talking or walking. No real pointing or communicating. But now, all of the sudden, they are off to the races, discovering new tricks and treats every minute, saying mama with meaning, pointing to the dogs, and walking all over. For instance, Judah can now crawl over the barricades of our ottomans in our living room, making the whole first floor fair game. And that means that the dog bowls are in play as well. Dog food is safe for humans right? Oscar is so independent. He has all sorts of favorite toys and books and is so opinionated. He has this car that he adores, and when he wants to play in it, he crawls right over to it, opens the door, honks the horn, and expects you to push him around. What did they do today that I missed?
I know, really really really, know, that I am going to look back on this time with such nostalgia and regret. I am going to feel that starting this law practice, or growing King David is going to pale terribly in comparison to the loss of my involvement in their childhood. I can't get today back. And yet I know that tomorrow will be nearly the same.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
A few quick movies of Judah walking
Here are a few videos of Judah's first few steps. Of course he took a few steps and then went on strike. The first video is of one of the first times he ever walked, the second is a few days later, when he started refusing and his legs turned into jello.
http://picasaweb.google.com/oscarandjudah/OscarAndJudahDec09Jan10#5431241949764638002
http://picasaweb.google.com/oscarandjudah/OscarAndJudahDec09Jan10#5431232106772857282
http://picasaweb.google.com/oscarandjudah/OscarAndJudahDec09Jan10#5431241949764638002
http://picasaweb.google.com/oscarandjudah/OscarAndJudahDec09Jan10#5431232106772857282
New Pictures!
Here are some recent pics. If it seems like these photos are professional, it is because Heidi got a new camera! Not only do we have the greatest nanny ever, but she is also an amazing photographer. We are so lucky.
For all you other working moms out there, don't even think about it. You try to steal her and you will die a slow, painful death.
http://picasaweb.google.com/oscarandjudah/OscarAndJudahDec09Jan10#
For all you other working moms out there, don't even think about it. You try to steal her and you will die a slow, painful death.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Oscar's Circumcision - Take Two
This week we had the extra special treat of having to go through a circumcision revision for Oscar. Pretty much as soon as he had the first one, Brent and I realized that it didn't take. I am no expert, I have actually never even seen the "uncut" version, but his little weenie looked like there was just too much, well, skin.
Over the summer, we took him to see a pediatric urologist and he agreed that Oscar was going to need a second circ, but he felt like it would be better to wait until he was a little older so the anesthesia carried a lower risk, and his chubby little thighs slimmed down. The doctor actually told us that Oscar was so fat, it would have been tough to find his veins to put in an IV!
I have been dreading this procedure pretty much since he was born, and really even before. I was determined that a doctor would preform the actual circumcision, even if we had a bris at home. I know lots of people use what is called a "moyle" to do the bris, but I just can't imagine hiring some skeevy man, who makes a living cutting off infants' foreskins and then saying a prayer. Even the word moyle sounds gross.
For Judah, it wasn't an issue because he was still in the NICU on the 8th day when a bris is supposed to be preformed, but for Oscar, I thought it might be a good compromise to have Becky, my old friend, who is a OBGYN handle the actual procedure. It seemed to address all of our concerns because she is a) an MD b) Jewish and c) a dear friend who would take great care of our son. The whole day is pretty much a fog for me thanks to the pain meds from the c-section, but it seemed to go ok at the time.
Fast forward to our appointment with the pediatric urologist. The bad news is that the circ wasn't done quite right, but that apparently Oscar's would have been difficult, even by a pro, because of the amount of skin (I know, this post is just gross. Sorry). Anyway, the good news is that it is like a hair cut, better to take less than more. Oscar's pee pee is like the equivalent of getting a shoulder length do, if you want to go pixie, you can later, but once you do, there really isn't any going back without drastic measures. See Kate Gosselin's new look as an example. Those extensions look like they came from the tail of a horse. But I digress.
Finally it was time to have the second procedure last Tuesday. After a night of total sleeplessness for both Brent and I, we got Oscar up very very early and brought him to a surgery center. We met with the urologist and the anesthesiologist and then we handed him over. It was nothing short of excruciating. Oscar was just peachy though, and when the nurse took him away, he didn't even look back at us. Of course I had all these visions of all the terrible things that could go wrong, everything from him having an ugly weiner to not waking up from the anesthesia. I was an absolute wreck. I started to second guess our decision to have the circumcision redone, and I beat myself up for subjecting my son to the pain and trauma all for what was essentially a cosmetic procedure. But Brent and I agreed that it would be far more traumatic over the course of his life to have the "ant-eater." Especially because his twin brother's wee wee would look so different. And you know that one of the first thing all men do is compare their equipment. Brent and I couldn't bear to think of Oscar getting teased in the locker room or rejected by a girl because of his junk. And we agreed it needed to be done now before he was old enough to remember any of it. But even knowing all of that, I was still a complete mess.
All that worrying was totally unnecessary though. The procedure went fine. He woke up from the anesthesia like a total maniac, but after a couple of doses of morphine, he was all good. He seemed to be enjoying himself even. He was pretty zooted for a few hours and then we had him on a little codeine for a day or so. Less than a week later, he is completely back to normal. It is nothing short of remarkable how quickly little kids can recover. I am so relieved it's all over and I hope that is the worst thing that ever happens to him. I know he was kind of mad at us on Tuesday, but as Brent said, he will definitely thank us later.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I suck, and Twelve-Thirteen Month Letter
I am officially terrible at blogging. It is amazing what happens when life picks up. Every day, I have been feeling guilty about not writing. And now I would suspect that I don't have many readers left. But for those of you out there, here goes.
Dear Oscar and Judah,
You are officially one year old (and some change, due to my procrastination). We celebrated with outrageous style, and honestly I am so sad that you won't remember it. The day started off with a pile of presents! Your Nini and Paca (Carol and Ken) and the rest of your family didn't disappoint. Even before your birthday, our living room looked like a mini Toys R Us and now it is simply out of control. You got a plethora of riding toys, loud, clanging gizmos, books, and other assorted crap that really annoys your dad and me. But you love it. Although admittedly, your favorite toys remain our cell phones and the remote control. And you saw right through our placebo cell phone and remote (neither of which actually worked). You want the real deal. You also both love ripping paper into tiny shreds, so the wrapping paper was almost as fun as anything else!
Your birthday party was simply insanity. We had a few friends and family to King David Dogs. You enjoyed your first hotdogs, which you loved, of course. (You better love them, they are your birthright!). After stripping you down to minimize the mess, Nini brought out two mini cakes, frosted in blue and black icing. Judah, you attacked your cake with absolute gusto, digging both hands in and finishing it in about four minutes flat. Oscar, you weren't sure what to do, and so I stuck my finger in the icing and gave you a taste, and that was the encouragement you needed. You both went to town. Note to other parents out there: black icing is not a good idea.
You have both been cruising around for some time. In the last four weeks or so, Oscar, you have really perfected your crawling technique, going from an army scoot to full blown hands and knees locomotion. You are both pulling up on anything and everything. And now, a favorite activity for both of you is to take laps around the living room, cruising along the walls, couch, chairs always with the ultimate goal of ending up at the giant flat screen TV that is your daddy's prized possession. The TV has this big button lit up in blue, which you both delight in pushing over and over. It was funny at first, but now it really sucks when you turn the TV off and we are watching a close football game, or waiting to see which skank gets naked on Jersey Shore. And you know you are being pests, because after you turn the TV off, you look behind you to gauge our reactions. It is both priceless and irritating!
One other unfortunate side effect of the cruising is what daddy and I call "brown mouth." We bought our house with this amazing, huge built in wall unit that houses the TV and all our other crap. Unfortunately, we discovered that the unit is stained in a dark brown varnish, but not sealed. Considering you are both still putting your mouths on absolutely everything, the result is that it looks like you got into melted chocolate. This would be funny if it didn't make me terrified that you were being poisoned! We are going to seal it very soon, but in the meantime, we do a lot of dragging you both away from the wall.
You have also figured out how to work together, which is just hilarious. We have put up baby gates pretty much everywhere and it feels like your sole goal in life is to find a way to defeat said gates. You have realized that working in concert is going to be the best way to achieve this goal. So you both have been pulling up on the gates and then shaking it like crazy to see if you can bring it down. So far, close but no cigar. I fear that this is just the beginning of you two teaming up on us.
Judah, in the last week, you have reached a couple of major milestones. First of all, you took your first steps! We set you up on your little feet and we were all shocked that you had the balance to stand there by yourself! And then I scooted away and you took five steps to get to me! It was unreal. But then you also figured out that crawling was much more efficient and so ever since, whenever I try to stand you up, your legs turn to spaghetti. So I guess we still have a few days before you become truly dangerous. And speaking of dangerous, you also have figured out how to climb up the stairs! Coming down is another story however.
Neither of you are really talking yet, although the babbling is incessant. And you are mimicking everything still, and so we hear a lot of dadadada and mamam, as well as lalala, gagag, bababa, etc. Last weekend we thought we heard Oscar say WOOF, but we haven't had a repeat performance, so that may have been a fluke. Maybe it was just a cough.
In other news, you will be proud to note that your mommy won fantasy football for the second year running! Granted this year I only won one out of three leagues (last year, I won two). Be sure to tease your daddy about the fact that he hasn't won in YEARS and that he didn't even make the playoffs in all the leagues this year.
We also just had a great weekend with Greg and Iris and their darling daughter Jasmine. She is the most adorable little peanut, and we know someday Oscar and Judah will be fighting over her! We are excited to see Gregg and Laura this weekend. I am sure we will do plenty of gossiping, drinking, eating and shopping. All of my favorite things!
This week ends 2009, which has really been an up and down year. We have had so many fun and happy memories, but overall it has been a tough year. We got to take some amazing trips to Vegas, Mexico, NYC, and Phoenix, but we also had some tough health issues with family members, and dealt with the struggling economy like everyone else. We had some big disappointments with King David Dogs, but now we are exploring some exciting opportunities for future growth, so we have high hopes for 2010. We hope that by the time you read these posts, we will all be laughing about the early years of the brand as we sit on a yacht in the Caribbean paid for by our hundreds of franchisees! In the meantime, we are looking forward to ringing in the New Year with a few friends at our house with a pajama party and breakfast for dinner. You guys will be having your first sleepover at Nini and Paca's house. I think I am most excited about sleeping late!
We have lots of fun pictures and videos to post, so be on the lookout for those soon, I swear!
Happy New Year to everyone!!!
Dear Oscar and Judah,
You are officially one year old (and some change, due to my procrastination). We celebrated with outrageous style, and honestly I am so sad that you won't remember it. The day started off with a pile of presents! Your Nini and Paca (Carol and Ken) and the rest of your family didn't disappoint. Even before your birthday, our living room looked like a mini Toys R Us and now it is simply out of control. You got a plethora of riding toys, loud, clanging gizmos, books, and other assorted crap that really annoys your dad and me. But you love it. Although admittedly, your favorite toys remain our cell phones and the remote control. And you saw right through our placebo cell phone and remote (neither of which actually worked). You want the real deal. You also both love ripping paper into tiny shreds, so the wrapping paper was almost as fun as anything else!
Your birthday party was simply insanity. We had a few friends and family to King David Dogs. You enjoyed your first hotdogs, which you loved, of course. (You better love them, they are your birthright!). After stripping you down to minimize the mess, Nini brought out two mini cakes, frosted in blue and black icing. Judah, you attacked your cake with absolute gusto, digging both hands in and finishing it in about four minutes flat. Oscar, you weren't sure what to do, and so I stuck my finger in the icing and gave you a taste, and that was the encouragement you needed. You both went to town. Note to other parents out there: black icing is not a good idea.
You have both been cruising around for some time. In the last four weeks or so, Oscar, you have really perfected your crawling technique, going from an army scoot to full blown hands and knees locomotion. You are both pulling up on anything and everything. And now, a favorite activity for both of you is to take laps around the living room, cruising along the walls, couch, chairs always with the ultimate goal of ending up at the giant flat screen TV that is your daddy's prized possession. The TV has this big button lit up in blue, which you both delight in pushing over and over. It was funny at first, but now it really sucks when you turn the TV off and we are watching a close football game, or waiting to see which skank gets naked on Jersey Shore. And you know you are being pests, because after you turn the TV off, you look behind you to gauge our reactions. It is both priceless and irritating!
One other unfortunate side effect of the cruising is what daddy and I call "brown mouth." We bought our house with this amazing, huge built in wall unit that houses the TV and all our other crap. Unfortunately, we discovered that the unit is stained in a dark brown varnish, but not sealed. Considering you are both still putting your mouths on absolutely everything, the result is that it looks like you got into melted chocolate. This would be funny if it didn't make me terrified that you were being poisoned! We are going to seal it very soon, but in the meantime, we do a lot of dragging you both away from the wall.
You have also figured out how to work together, which is just hilarious. We have put up baby gates pretty much everywhere and it feels like your sole goal in life is to find a way to defeat said gates. You have realized that working in concert is going to be the best way to achieve this goal. So you both have been pulling up on the gates and then shaking it like crazy to see if you can bring it down. So far, close but no cigar. I fear that this is just the beginning of you two teaming up on us.
Judah, in the last week, you have reached a couple of major milestones. First of all, you took your first steps! We set you up on your little feet and we were all shocked that you had the balance to stand there by yourself! And then I scooted away and you took five steps to get to me! It was unreal. But then you also figured out that crawling was much more efficient and so ever since, whenever I try to stand you up, your legs turn to spaghetti. So I guess we still have a few days before you become truly dangerous. And speaking of dangerous, you also have figured out how to climb up the stairs! Coming down is another story however.
Neither of you are really talking yet, although the babbling is incessant. And you are mimicking everything still, and so we hear a lot of dadadada and mamam, as well as lalala, gagag, bababa, etc. Last weekend we thought we heard Oscar say WOOF, but we haven't had a repeat performance, so that may have been a fluke. Maybe it was just a cough.
In other news, you will be proud to note that your mommy won fantasy football for the second year running! Granted this year I only won one out of three leagues (last year, I won two). Be sure to tease your daddy about the fact that he hasn't won in YEARS and that he didn't even make the playoffs in all the leagues this year.
We also just had a great weekend with Greg and Iris and their darling daughter Jasmine. She is the most adorable little peanut, and we know someday Oscar and Judah will be fighting over her! We are excited to see Gregg and Laura this weekend. I am sure we will do plenty of gossiping, drinking, eating and shopping. All of my favorite things!
This week ends 2009, which has really been an up and down year. We have had so many fun and happy memories, but overall it has been a tough year. We got to take some amazing trips to Vegas, Mexico, NYC, and Phoenix, but we also had some tough health issues with family members, and dealt with the struggling economy like everyone else. We had some big disappointments with King David Dogs, but now we are exploring some exciting opportunities for future growth, so we have high hopes for 2010. We hope that by the time you read these posts, we will all be laughing about the early years of the brand as we sit on a yacht in the Caribbean paid for by our hundreds of franchisees! In the meantime, we are looking forward to ringing in the New Year with a few friends at our house with a pajama party and breakfast for dinner. You guys will be having your first sleepover at Nini and Paca's house. I think I am most excited about sleeping late!
We have lots of fun pictures and videos to post, so be on the lookout for those soon, I swear!
Happy New Year to everyone!!!
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Birthday Pictures
I promise I will write a whole post about the boys' first birthday and a letter to them, but we have had lots of requests for pictures in the meantime, so here they are!
http://picasaweb.google.com/oscarandjudah/OscarAndJudahSFirstBirthday#
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