Monthly Archives: August 2011

Hurricane? Really?!?

We hunkered down this weekend for Hurricane Irene, the second biggest natural disaster of the week. I discovered a new talent of mine- I am able to stay very, very calm while freaking out completely. I went to two markets, Trader Joe’s and Genuardi’s. Both were crammed with people and very low on food staples. “Oh no,” I thought to myself, “I should be more hysterical!” Below are photos I took at Genuardi’s. I was there at 9 pm, and it was still surprisingly busy.

One thing we did NOT want was an indoor disaster, so we planned lots of things to do with the munchkin to keep her busy and happy and avoid tantrums. This included but was not limited to:

Dressing up as superheroes

Looking at photos of her friends

Taking more baths than usual

Watching movies

Reading books

Making up stories

Half-assed attempt at potty training (no pun intended)

Building with blocks

Playing with dolls

Pretending we were monsters


Dismantling the couch


An inordinate amount of time was also spent trying to explain to her things related to the hurricane, such as why there was one, why we couldn’t go outside, and why we had pitchers filled with water, flashlights and duct tape sitting on the buffet. It’s hard to explain things to a toddler, and even harder when you’re not really sure yourself.

When the rain finally stopped and the wind was dying down, we (and everyone else with children) headed immediately outside. My husband brilliantly thought to bring our kite, which the munchkin was so excited to fly. She was so cute – he told her to lift up her arm so the kite would go higher, and she kept lifting up the wrong arm. (The string was in her left hand…the right hand was empty.)


My Little Girl

Having a daughter somehow makes me realize how inherently biased our world is when it comes to gender.

I think I had a different sort of childhood than most. Both of my parents worked, and both were in careers they loved. My siblings and I were encouraged to play sports and musical instruments, regardless of our gender. We all played dolls, we all played He-Man, we were not allowed to play with toy guns. And when I went to college, it was a women’s college – because that was the best school amongh those that had accepted me.

In other words, I didn’t mean to become a feminist. I was just raised to believe I was equal to men.

I do believe men and women are very different, even from birth. I arrived to the munchkin’s daycare yesterday during free play to find the 4 boys playing trucks and the 2 girls playing with the teacher’s hair. I know that I’m more emotional than my husband, and I’m also better at multitasking. I don’t mind the differences; I think it’s important to our culture. So why did it bother me so much when I learned the daycare teacher had the boys coloring baseball scenes, and the girls coloring cheerleaders?

And then this – an email today from a mommy blog I usually really like. This was a paid ad, but I was SHOCKED at the content.

So let me get this straight – they are telling mothers of little girls that they must dress a certain way to get the hottest play dates and party invites? WHAT? I understand wanting your child to look nice. But when are certain playdates hot and others not? And birthday parties? What about going to your friends’ parties? What about teaching them to be happy with who they are? I am so flustered and floored by this I can hardly type.

They could have gone so many different ways with this ad. How about: let your little girl have fun with dressing up in our new fall line? How about: we know your little one is adorable, and she’ll be even cuter in our new fall line?

I try to keep things positive in this blog, but this time around I just have to say it: shame on you, Juicy Couture.

Earthquake? Really?

Of all the things I ever thought I’d experience, an earthquake is not one of them. And certainly not in South Jersey. But as I sat in the office yesterday with a colleague, everything around us started to shake. I guess I thought it’d be a cool experience, but truthfully it was terrifying. Although it was probably just a few seconds, it felt like time slowed down to hours. I grabbed the wood desk trying somehow to steady myself, which was impossible since everything was moving like we were on a boat. I stared at the pictures on her wall, which were just swaying back and forth. I watched my coworker run out of her office in a panic. I myself couldn’t move. When everything stopped swaying, I looked down at the desk in front of me, swooped my arms around everything I saw (purse, cell phone, iPad) and walked right out the door.


On the way down the stairs a woman I didn’t know was near hysterical. She had a vertigo problem and needed someone to hold onto as she walked down the stairs. I was relieved to have an excuse just to hold on to anyone, so I grabbed her arm like it was a life raft.


Outside in the parking lot it was a gorgeous day, and cars drove by and birds sang and the whole thing seemed like it hadn’t happened. But when a car pulled into the lot and no one moved to let it by, I realized how freaked out we all were.


Soon enough we were back inside. The phones were all tied up, so I texted my husband and then went to Facebook to see if any of the other parents from the daycare could tell me if the kids were okay. I had no idea if the earthquake had hit our neighborhood as hard as it’d hit South Jersey. Within 10 minutes I learned from one of the teachers that all the kids just slept through it, since it happened during naptime. My husband hadn’t felt it at all.


Such a strange, strange afternoon.

All Moved In. Sorta.

Friday we moved in to the new place. It was a crazy hot and humid day, so we all just felt nasty all day. But. We’re. Done.

A few boxes remain, and the framed pictures aren’t hung. But for the most part we’re in, and we’re living. It feels so good. In just a few days we go to close and we’re really, really done.

I went back to the house to collect a few things after the move, and it felt so empty and sad. This was our first real home, it was where we brought our baby home. I couldn’t help but feel a little sad over it.

We’re getting used to the new place. I keep getting lost going places, even though it’s just one town from where we used to live. I could get lost anywhere though; it’s a special skill of mine.

One of my favorite things about the new apartment is our bedroom. It’s on the corner and has two enormous, wall-filling windows that get great sunlight. This is a photo of the munchkin sitting in our bed under one of the windows. Her room is small and very dark, perfect for naps.

Ungh This Move is Getting to Me

Last night I had a killer migraine. At 2:30 am I woke up in pain. By 3 I was barfing into a flower vase. Don’t judge me – it was easier than hanging out over the toilet.

By 7 I was feeling somewhat better, and mostly back to normal by the evening. But I realize I need to get hold of this migraine thing in the same way I manage my Crohn’s. It’s clear I’m not able to be there for my family when I’m sick, and that’s just not okay by me.

Packing Day!

[[Note to my readers – I wrote but neglected to make live 3 posts while we were in the midst of moving. Guess all the craziness got to me. I’ll post them over the next few days; apologies for them being a little out of order.]]


Yesterday the movers came to pack up. My husband had worked like a dog to get most of our things packed, but it was still an enormous help to have the movers come.

Last night my husband screams, gaaahhh – nooo!!!

Me: Omigod what’s wrong??

Him: They packed the beer bottle openers! How am I supposed to open this beer??

Luckily they labeled the boxes and he found it pretty quickly. Phew.

I also realized they packed my alarm clock and the coffee maker. Not a good combo.

The munchkin is very confused about where all her stuff is.

Moving day tomorrow!