19 July 2009

"is this your baby?"

we are very fortunate to live a few blocks away from a fantastic park. it's located right smack dab on the east river with lots of grass, shady trees and a small dog dog run -- perfect for our surly frenchie. it also has a great playground that I like to call "celebrity park." supposedly all the famous folk's kids go there (with their nannies in tow.) a suri cruise sighting is inevitable.

if we should venture to our urban oasis during the week I am usually the only mother there. it's only natural to assume that I am hired help for ginny. tall blonde lady with asian baby = imported swedish caregiver. oh well, what are you going to do. I'm already in the minority because we don't sport the UES (upper east side) required black bugaboo stroller. our stroller does the exact same thing as a bugaboo but at a fraction of the price (ha!) plus I can always spot ginny's ride in a sea of parked bugaboos by the infant swings. note to self: must teach ginny while she is young - it's good to be different. the bizarre thing is, all the nannies I have met at celebrity park take care of the children of non-working mothers. how friggin' indulgent! only in nyc would you find people to pay someone a $$$ weekly salary to raise their kids while they shop, lunch, get spa treatments, shop more...

"how old is she?" asks the old spanish woman.
10 1/2 months.

"is she walking yet?"

"look at those teeth!"
yes! she has 4 now.

"is this your baby?"
like I said, it's good to be different.

17 July 2009


what's the deal with a lot of my favorite bloggers going private? did I miss something? I spend more time now "logging in" than reading and responding to posts. I can't keep everyone and every password straight anymore. I know I haven't been around much lately but why the trend?

I'm currently recovering from being slammed with 3 back to back RUSH projects. the apartment continues to be total chaos and I'm still sporting the same shorts that I moved in (washed of course.) I'm planning ginny's first birthday (can you believe it?!) when I find I have a little "down time." so far all I have done is picked out about 12 adorable party dress options (LOVE having a girl!) considered the menu and started designing the invitation. we are keeping the event simple and small (contrary to b's mother's wishes -- shit! she's my daughter! back off!) in the end we expect around 25 people. lots of fantastic cupcakes and little cornell babies! I can't wait!!!

10 July 2009

welcome back! (with a bang! literally)

or make that 10 bangs! I mean gunshots. "pop, pop, pop..."

ginny, b and I survived our second move within 1 month. we are far from settled and unpacked but the nasty, stinky apartment is history. good riddance. on the morning of the move I said to b "just you wait. the building will send up 1 old man to move us." (we were promised 3.) sure enough, the doorbell rang and there he was. 1 old man.

moving 2 floors down seems easy enough but when you have 1 old man it literally takes ALL DAY! plus the move was expensive - $300+. new boxes, tissue paper, packing tape, nanny, $ tip for the old man. b told him to use it for his medical bills. to be honest, I haven't seen our geriatric mover since he delivered our mattress. uh oh.

the only things we unpacked for our first night in the new digs were ginny's pjs and 2 wine glasses. it was while we were resting our sad invalid selves we heard the "pop, pop, pop..."
"what was that?!" (I knew it was a gun. I've heard that sound before.)

then complete and total chaos! "a cop shot!" hundreds of police below our window. men with bulletproof shields. ambulances! lots of them. helicopters! yes, plural. their spotlights beaming in our windows. familiar newscasters, photographers. the scene was straight out of a movie. really scary stuff. our little ginny slept through the entire ordeal. she's proving to be a true city girl.

come to find out there was an armed domestic dispute in the projects next door. 5 officers were at the scene when a pit bull was released and attacked the men. multiple shots were fired and the dog was killed. because the guns were at such a close range the bullet fragments injured 3 cops. an injured cop = lots and lots of drama.

NYC, we've missed you!

04 July 2009

life (so far) in the big city

we're slowwwwwly getting settled and finding a routine. our apartment is still a disaster simply because we move again on tuesday. how sucky is THAT?! it's a real shame because I love our current space. the neighbors on our floor are awesome (except for selfish nasty smoker guy) and to have to move downstairs and clean yet another unit from top to bottom really doesn't make mama happy. but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. the smoke is really hideous and obviously very unhealthy. so what are we doing this glorious holiday weekend? not eating grilled veggie burgers and tofu pups or lighting sparklers and watching fireworks. PACKING! again. dammit.

go figure! why couldn't we have lived here when I was going through my IVF cycles? I can literally walk to cornell from our new digs. WALK! just a stone's throw away from my hero "new RE dr d." remember him? I wish we could attempt IVF #5 but it's not going to happen. talk about a missed opportunity.

speaking of IVF, here are a couple photos taken yesterday on the east river. fellow IVF baby "m" and ginny had a splendid play date in the park. it was very cool! m's mom will be cycling in feb with "new RE dr d" and I'm terribly jealous. I'm happy for her but I cannot deny those familiar pangs. we have all sorts of cornell "grads" scattered throughout the city. it's pretty funny because we each have a girl... or two ("m" is an nyu "grad.") as soon as the boxes are unpacked and the pictures are hung, I'm busting out the wine glasses and hosting a cornell "reunion" for all my peeps. there are currently 6 of us (8 little girls - includes 2 sets of twins) and we're always looking for new members!