Hoppy Easter, From Our Little Bunny!


I was pleasantly surprised she let us put these ears on her head, although she only amused our whims for about 2 minutes.  Long enough for daddy and I to ooooh and ahhhh!


We were not surprised at all that she loved to collect easter eggs.  One of her favorite “games” to play is “pick things up and put them in buckets”…so easter is right up her alley!  She seemed very excited to see a giant mess in the living room that needed cleaning up.  I’m hoping this clean up game sticks with her into her teenage years and beyond!


Every couple of months that we are at my in law’s house we take a version of this picture.  In the first one, at 8 months she could just barely see over the chest.   Then in October, at nearly 12  months, she could rest her chin on the chest.  And now, at 17 months, she is able to stand there like she’s ordering a drink at a bar. 

It’s been a long cold winter and we are so glad it’s warming up!  Isabel is surely glad to be outside, enjoying the fresh air and learning all about dirt, woodchips, sticks, grass, and leaves.  Here’s to some more warm (or rather, not so cold) days!



Coming to Terms With Not Being Green

Once my husband and I knew we wanted to start a family, we knew we had to leave NYC.  Although we both LOVE the city, neither one of us grew up in a large city, or a small city for that matter, and we wanted our future children to have a childhood as close to ours as they could in this fast and ever-changing world.  We moved about 45 minutes north to what is considered a small city, where we could live in a Co-op and my husband would have an easy, relatively short, commute to NYC where he still works.  And I would have a less than 60 minute drive to the school in the Bronx where I teach.  There were more grassy areas for kids to run and public schools are better here.

One aspect of living in NYC that both hubby and I loved was that our carbon footprint was relatively small.  We didn’t have a car and mostly walked the 2 miles each way to work, rode our bikes or took public transportation.  We didn’t jet-set on weekend or rent cars for long drives in the “country”.  All of this changed when we moved up to Westchester.  We needed a car so I could drive to work and we drove to see friends on weekends instead of taking public transportation.  Going to the park was no longer a walk down the road (the good one is a 3 mile walk or run, which we sometimes did), but instead a short drive away.  However, were still able to walk to the grocery store, farmers market, or mall, which is why we chose to live in a city still instead of the suburbs.

I was never really concerned about being “green” or conservation I think partially because I didn’t think we were doing things that were wasteful or not good for the environment.  To me, living in a large city sort of forces you to have a lower carbon footprint than most people in this country.  However, moving from The City made me realize that we started doing non-green thing, mostly the driving, and it started to bother me.

With baby #1 baking, I started doing all this reading about having babies, how to care for babies, how not to hurt your babies, etc.  And then I realized we would soon be doing ANOTHER something that was so horrible for the environment.  CHANGING THOUSANDS OF DIAPERS!  So I looked into cloth diapers, disposable diapers, and a hybrid of the two.  I decided on g-diapers because they had really good reviews on Amazon and they seemed easy to use/wash.  (read about them on their website:  http://www.gdiapers.com)

I loved how soft the fabric was and the fit was great!  We didn’t have any leaks, but we did have a lot of laundry.  And we used the flushable inserts.  I knew that I didn’t want to go full on cloth diapers;  I’m not cool enough or concerned enough for those!  Here is what I loved about the g-diapers… they are soft, non-irritating, have flushable/compostable inserts (no garbage), are washable, comes in a ton of colors (some limited additions, if you’re into that), and you can re-sell them when you’re finished.

What I didn’t like was that they are more expensive than disposable, a bunch of clothing did not fit (especially the pants, which is not an issue of you live somewhere warm), and they require a lot more work.  Laundry, laundry, laundry!  As if I didn’t have enough to do just with a baby who was making dirty clothing left and right.  Also, when you go out, taking along 3 extra g-diapers took up much more room in the diaper bag than taking just three disposable diapers.  Plus, you have to drag all the dirty stuff around all day with you until you get home.  I guess if you can handle all of this, more power to you!  I however, was already overwhelmed by having a baby and all the new work that came along with it.  It may be selfish, but I needed to do things that made my life easier at the moment.  (I feel horrible even saying that, but I guess everyone needs to do what’s best of them and their families…see, I don’t even really believe that, but that’s how I make myself feel all better about my decisions.)

So I guess if I had to make this decision again (which I do, because baby #2 is due in about 50 days or less) I would just choose to use disposable diapers, unless there’s some kind of allergic reaction, and realize that having a baby is not the best thing I’m doing for the environment.  I think I’ve already come to terms with the fact that for the next 3 to 4 years I’m going to be wasting a lot and creating tons (maybe a 1/2 ton) of garbage and I’ll have to try to make up for it in another way.  For now, we will work on the re-using and recycling and save the reducing for when the kids are older.

Here’s what the g-diapers (the ones I haven’t passed along yet) are up to nowadays.


Mom of the Year!

Well, that’s certainly one title I won’t be getting any time soon! 


So, the other morning I hear our little pea blabbering away in her crib and it’s such a sweet sound in the morning to hear her entertaining herself.  Then I turned on the video part of the monitor to see what she’s been up to so far.

Like any other morning, she has thrown all her friends (a pink puppy named Flower, a bunny named Bamboo,  a white bear called Britain,  and lastly her favorite owl named Alison) out of the crib and stands clutching the edge preaching to her congregation below.  UNLIKE any other morning she looks so tall!  And I mention this to my husband who is resting besides me.  Then all of a sudden I see her lean over and watch her fall head first to the ground…we hear a thud and my husband is off and running….my big ol’ pregnant self not far behind. 

My husband tried to console her and we saw blood coming from her mouth.  He gave her to me and I sent him off to get a cold, wet wash cloth.  He spends a few moments trying to get at her mouth which she has buried in my shoulder while she tries to relax.  It’s pretty silent as we sit on the couch and try not to think about how terrible we feel as parents at that moment.  And instead think about how insanely lucky we all are that nothing more than a cut on her lip happened. 

Needless to say, #1 on the to do list thay day was lower the crib and remove bumpers. 



Well, I noticed this little spot in Isabel’s leg one day while changing her diaper.  I wasn’t sure what it was, so I didn’t really do anything about it.  But after a few days passed, it was a bit darker so I began to google/webMD stuff.  And either it was eczema or ringworm.  We called her pediatrician and described the condition of the spot, and the Dr. said to try over the counter anti-fungal cream and if it didn’t clear up in a couple days to bring her in.  Luckily it cleared!  And the cutest thing was that she would giggle like crazy anytime we would rub in the cream.  She’s really a keeper and we’re so lucky to have such a happy little girl. I was happy her leg was back to normal, no one else caught it, and that I didn’t have to take a day off of work just to take her to the Dr. to get cream!

Raising Girls

I’ve been thinking a lot lately (well, a lot more now that we know baby #2 is a girl) about how to teach my children to love themselves when I have a ton of body image hang ups.  My husband and I are not “skinny” people and we are not “fat” people.  We both have body types that allow us to put on muscle with relative ease, which unfortunately or fortunately means that I have thighs that touch/rub/annoy the heck out of me with all the chafing.   And…I’ll spare you all the other ridiculous things I, as a teenager or even a mid-20 something, might have changed if I had been given some magical powers.  I realize now as an adult that these things don’t matter.  I’m healthy and able-bodied, relatively intelligent and have a pretty level head.  So I guess in the end I do love myself, just not all of it…but I’m working on it!

Whenever I struggle with my issues, husband brings up this point;  If I had changed anything, or everything, I didn’t like about myself, would I still be the person that he loves today?   To which my response is always a snarky, I’d probably be better!

Coincidentally, I came across this article this morning and I think it makes some really great points.  Hopefully, I’ll remember most of what it’s saying over the years of raising my girls.

Enjoy the read and let me know what you think!

Woo Hoo! This lady passed the GTT!

Well, two weeks ago I went to the doctor (a day early…first time I’ve felt like I had pregnancy brain) and had the glucose screening done.  The next day, I received the dreaded phone call that the numbers were high and that I should return for the 3 hour glucose tolerance test.  I’m not at all surprised since I had to do the same for baby #1, but I was remaining hopeful that I wouldn’t have to.  Oh, well.  What’s 3 plus hours wasted in the doctor’s office; It’s not like I have a job or another kid, or a thousand other things I’d rather be doing.

I knew I’d have to make some changes, so as a last hurrah, I went to get the best cup of hot chocolate I could find.  I probably won’t have another until next winter, so I’ll just have to keep licking this picture:


In the four days leading up to the GTT, I changed my diet and so far I plan on sticking to it.  I’ve been trying to eat more protein and way less carbs and sugars.  My diet consisted of mostly pasta, pizza, a lot of fruit, granola bars and flavored yogurt.  I traded all of that in for plain greek yogurt, 1 fruit a day, a lot more veggies (plain), raw almonds and pistachios, swiss cheese and turkey, and the grossest of it all, low fat plain cottage cheese.  The cottage cheese is growing on me though, even without the pineapples, which is the only way I used to enjoy it.  I haven’t had pasta or pizza for dinner lately, and I don’t really miss it.  Whether or not it’s true, I give credit to the change in diet for passing the test.  All 4 blood tests came back completely normal.  Yay!  (I cheated a bit tonight and celebrated with a bit of mint chocolate chip ice-cream)

Also, since I’m changing my diet, I figured I might as well try to fit in some exercise.  I do belong to a gym, but don’t have time to go.  By the time I get out of work and pick up the baby, I have to rush home to feed, bathe and put her to bed.  But I did find these in a magazine at the dr.’s office (I guess there was something good that came out of 3 hours of waiting) and they seem reasonable enough to do in the apartment, along with some squats and lunges.  Let’s see how long I can keep this up!


If any of you ladies need an app to help track your food, water intake, and exercise, I highly recommend MyFitnessPal.  I’ve used it on and off for years, and it’s been pretty helpful (if you can remember to put the stuff in there)!

Goodnight for now, this mommy is taking her 29 week old fetus to bed!



Baby belly, round 2!  I’m currently 27w6d pregnant with baby girl #2.  (It’s interesting how much rounder my belly is this second time.  And also, how much paler my skin is 1.5 years after being pregnant the first time.  Guess there’s no time for the beach for this mom!)

Isabel is enjoying the growing belly by giving hugs and pushing my bellybutton around.  I’m not sure she understands that she’s about to take the backseat for a while, but I’m hoping that she’s too young to really understand.  I’ve heard that when babies are under 2 years of age, they don’t ever really remember a time when they didn’t have to share with a sibling, so they adjust a little easier.  We’ll see about that…

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The other day I started feeling bad about not taking many belly pics or keeping up to date with organizing the ultrasound pictures like I did for DD#1, but then I realized I just don’t have time!  Between work, trying to get some alphabet puzzles done, re-done, and done again, and teaching her to be the world’s best log-roller, there is just no time in the day!


So, now starts the hunt for the double stroller.  I pretty much know which one I want, I just don’t know if I’m willing to buy it used.  Decision, decisions.  Any thoughts?  I’m not disgusted by a used stroller, I just like the idea of buying something that is under warranty still.

Sweet, Sweet Pea

Well, it’s been a very long time since my last post.  Nearly 16 months!  I’m able to calculate this so quickly because our darling little daughter is weeks away from being 16 months old.  Time has flown and is showing absolutely no signs of slowing down.

Our #1 was born Nov. 4, 2013, at approximately 6:30pm.  She was 19 inches long and 9lbs exactly!  Originally I wasn’t going to buy any of the pictures from the hospital…but how do you pass this up?


Here are some pictures from her monthly photo shoots.  As you can see, she was mostly agreeable, but sometimes not:

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The past year has been better than either of us could have imagined.  I won’t bore you with the details of her first foods, crawling, walking, babbling and first words…after all, this is what babies do…they grow and they learn.  We are just so greatful that she’s a happy, healthy, normal toddler!

If you care to continue, I’ll now bore you with some of my favorite pictures from over the year plus a bit.


40 weeks and counting!

Wow…I cannot believe how quickly the past 40 weeks flew by!  I remember when I was only 10 weeks and thinking how this baby is going to take forever to bake!  And now, the time has come.  Now if only someone would let the baby know it’s ok to come out and play.

I’m getting increasingly uncomfortable; plagued with back and foot pain.  I can walk sluggishly for about 15 minutes before I need to sit and rest…preferably with my feet up.  Ready to meet the little squirmy baby girl growing restless inside me.

The only good thing about baby being late (albeit only a day so far) is that my hubby and I have this weekend to get a little more done.  We were able to go the the “clear your registry” event at Buy Buy Baby and buy the stroller and breast pump we needed (at 20% off!!).  Plus, we were able to have a nice lunch with my parents before all the chaos of another grandchild hits!


Diaper Cakes

It seems that it’s NOT JUST ME having a baby!  So many of my friends are having babies as well!  We must be at that age!  In addition to gifts from their registry, I’ve come to love making these cakes!  And what new mother wouldn’t appreciate having a handful of diapers around.  In the center of each layer I used little shampoo bottles or lotions to help keep the round shape.  Then I drape a couple onsies down the back of the cake.  The pain in the butt part of it is finding trays big enough to transport them on, but usually I take the disposable catering trays from work, add some “grass”, wrap in clear gift wrap, and add a giant bow!