come undone

tiny dancer...and singer

My son adores Adam Lambert...so much that he dons his rain boots, monster truck jammies and a sweatjacket ti lip synch. I think I need to put him in a dance class...

 

 

trying to get a nice Christmas card pic...

  
  
 
 
  

I lied...I thought I can post my facebook posts here, but it turns out I can't. BLAHHH! I can post here and tweet it or show it on facebook...not the other way around.

Moms: can't we all just get along?

Since becoming a mother in 2007, I was thrust into a game I didn't want any part of: The Mom Competition. It's a battle of who does what and how, and it can get fierce at times. Everyone seems to be an expert and many are quick to offer their opinion — whether it be at the park, supermarket or family function — we hear everyon'e opinion. Two and a half years into this parenting thing and I still ask: what gives? Why can't moms get along? 

While it can be entertaining to observe the Mom Competitions, to be on the receiving end of some Mom Bull Shit can be tedious. I witness several competitions each week and I'm considering selling tickets to these events. For those looking to compete, the park and preschool pick up are popular arenas — and if you're in a group of moms, well, you're fucking cool! You've got a great chance at winning! The hot mom topics are: naps, food, potty training, school districts and discipline.  I've heard it all...in fact, I've been in the ring pretty often, and not by choice. I'm honored that my parenting style has gotten some attention these past two years. At 4 years old, we still nap occasionally, refuse to crap in the toilet and *gasp!* eat Trader Joe's macaroni & cheese. I also let him fall down and make mistakes and sometimes we go a long time in between haircuts.

And yes, I only have one...and I didn't give birth to him...don't get me started on that whole shit...

So, I'll put the question out there moms...what gives? Why can't we get along?

I'm back. For real, yo.

I apologize for being MIA. My son's schedule, in addition to work and life events, have been keeping me busy. I miss my blog...so I'm making changes in my life to be able to blog like I used to.The first step has been made. You will now be abe to see my Facebook posts here. How cool is that? Random bitching all day, all the time! 

So what's going on? 

The czar turned 4 on December 23...wow. I have a 4 year old...need time to grasp this concept.  Christmas has come and gone and we are trying to come down from a ridiculous high..."Are there presents today? Where are we going? Who's coming over?" This year he was into the magic of the season, so it was fun...but tiring. Still have yet to drag him downtown to see the Saks building. Forget the Rockefeller tree...I'm all about the snowflakes on the Saks building set to music.

In other news, we're waiting to close on the purchase of our first home — a unit in our building. We're looking to close next week. This brings an exhausting journey to a close and we are happy. It's a controversial purchase too. I've been listening to various degrees of shit regarding all this and have decided everyone is an asshole and should shut the hell up. This method of thinking has worked for me before.  

Feels good to be back. :)

my impressive czar

He walked down the aisle!  He did it! He really did it! Flanked by his two cousins, the czar wandered down the aisle. These poor little creatures were so lost and confused, and it was so friggin' cute I stood by the altar and just giggled like an idiot. He did it. He surprised the hell out of me. Of course once we were seated, he lost his mind and began to scream. We spent the ceremony in the "cry room" where he and little cousin banged their heads on sharp table edges and whatever else. I was losing my mind.

 

A good part of the evening was spent gathering money from the dance floor. The Greeks throw singles on the bride and groom for good luck and prosperity while they dance. The cash is left on the floor...the beauty in this is that the cash is not for the couple, it's for the band...wtf?! If there were 20s onthe floor, I'd totally be pocketing all of it.

FYI, I had three 7 & 7s and was not drunk...

The Czar at a Greek Wedding

 


 
 
  

so...

My son is in a wedding tomorrow. He's expected to walk down an aisle with his two little cousins. Picture it -  3 kids ages 5, 3 and 2 holding hands, all eyes on them.  Sounds cute, right? I see disaster. Photos to come, folks. Stay tuned!

In other news, the czar is behaving badly...we had a bowl of cherrios thrown against a wall (the splash went from ceiling to floor) and he and his buddy Sam double-teamed a 6 year old and beat the crap out of him at the McDonald's playground. Good times.

That's all I've got...I'm exhausted.

"I a Tye-gah"

That's "I'm a tiger" in czar-speak.

This year he had fun. We spent a few hours at the Bronx Zoo for their "Boo at the Zoo" day. Weenjoyed a haunted hayride, a haystack maze, magic and music...but best of all...THE ANIMALS WERE OUT! All of them! Lions, tigers...YAY! 

Back home, we attempted to trick-or-treat at a few neighbors'. No one answeredtheir damn door. It was 4:00 on a Saturday. COME ON. People suck...they really do. My kid willingly in a costume and so proud to be a tiger and they won't open your friggin' door. We are soooo not talking to them in the elevator.

He also skipped lunch and had half a pumpkin of candy.Hey, it's Halloween.

Here's my tiger strutting his stuff:

where have I been?

Everywhere. 

The czar is enjoying school and loving his sports class. His bestest buddy is in his sports class and that's all he talks about. They do everything together and are all over one another. They beat the crap out of one another and move on. They're cute together. The days they're together are good days.

Other days are filled with defiance, insanity and urine...that's right, URINE. When he's not yelling at me, he's urinating on his bookshelf, the carpet and (get ready...) in the refrigerator. My son opened the door and peed in the friggin' fridge folks. No, I don't have a lock on the door because I can't get one to fit the oldest fridge in the world, so don't start giving me speeches about that. As far as peeing goes, he is indeed potty trained...this is just spite work at its best. We're not getting along these days, which I'm told is because of his age...em, ok. I'm hoping he grows out of this shit really soon because I am exhausted. I haven't vented to others because I don't want advice. I have no time to hear about people's SIL who had it worse or someone's friend who did this and that...sick of that shit. Just let me have a few hours to myself. Thanks...

To add the the beauty that is my life, my parents decided to buy a winter home in Florida and were gone all month. For the past 4 weeks I lost my babysitter...my break...it's been difficult...like I found siiting in the dentist's chair for a cap replacement and wisdom tooth yank was more restful than being at home. My parents will return in January and stay down there a few months. I'm freaking out because that's when we're supposed to begin construction in our new condo (still in the works) is to begin. I found a young girl in my building who has offered to babysit. The problem is that she wants to get paid. PAID? Where's the charity? What's with people wanting to make money these days?

The good thing that happening is that I kinda found a hobby. When the tasks of the day are done, I found something that keeps the creative part of me alive...which is sooo important to my well being.  I've been helping to promote a new artist named Cassidy Haley. I'm assisting others in laying down the framework for his street team. I've done some graphics for his websites, a few flyers and a logo. It's actually been quite fun...and the fact that this person is so appreciative of what I do makes me feel good and the fact that I can come and go as I please makes it so wonderful. It's not a paying gig, but it's been a great creative outlet for me. Meeting an artist at the very start of his career is fun too. If interested, here he is: www.cassidyhaley.com. When he plays in the NYC area, I will harass my buddies to go see him...(I'm thinking of you, Susan!)  Drinks on me. I know I could use a few.

And that's it. Not sure if anything i wrote makes sense, but I'm OK with that. Will try not to disappear again...