Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
I knew this was too good to last...
So when I was on Maternity leave after Princess was born, I negotiated with my employer that if I came back, I'd get to work 1 day a week at home. So for the last 3 years, I've been working at least 1 day a week from home. It's been AWESOME. I schedule special classes for the kids on that day. I also meet with various playgroups on that day. And I can get some chores (laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping) done on that day.
But I've been informed that I'm up for a pretty substantial promotion. This promotion is pretty high-profile and I'd be managing people who also have families that don't have regular days that they work from home. So in order for me to get this promotion, I'll have to give up my day at home. *sigh* I really want this promotion, so I told my employer that after Princess's ballet class is over, I'd stop working from home. I'm so sad, but excited about this big promotion.
But I've been informed that I'm up for a pretty substantial promotion. This promotion is pretty high-profile and I'd be managing people who also have families that don't have regular days that they work from home. So in order for me to get this promotion, I'll have to give up my day at home. *sigh* I really want this promotion, so I told my employer that after Princess's ballet class is over, I'd stop working from home. I'm so sad, but excited about this big promotion.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
My blogging dilemna
So I think that most if not all of my readers belong to this online community that I belong to. So lately I've been trying to decide if I have something to say, where should I post it? At the online community or here on my blog? Such a dilemna.
I did send my blog link to my brother just in case he wanted to read, since he lives in London and has limited access to his niece and nephew. But I haven't heard from him and he hasn't commented. Can you see who has viewed your blog? Maybe that would help me.
Anyway, just a rambling note of what's going on in my head, because I haven't posted on my blog for a little while. How are you all?
I did send my blog link to my brother just in case he wanted to read, since he lives in London and has limited access to his niece and nephew. But I haven't heard from him and he hasn't commented. Can you see who has viewed your blog? Maybe that would help me.
Anyway, just a rambling note of what's going on in my head, because I haven't posted on my blog for a little while. How are you all?
Friday, June 22, 2007
Bad Mommy!
I was so excited. I signed Princess up for a 2-3 yr old ballet class, because she LOVES dancing and music. And she's obsessed with ballerinas.
So I could've sworn that Princess's ballet class started today. I checked the website 3x this week. I mapquested the way to the class. And I waited until today to tell her about the class because I KNEW how excited she'd be about it and if she had to wait for it, she'd probably lose it.
So we put on her ballet dress this morning and ballet shoes. Then we drove all the way to class, only to find out it starts next week!!! OMG! Now Princess is crying uncontrollably. I had to drop her off at daycare sobbing. I felt so bad. And she looked SO cute in her ballet dress and shoes.
BAD MOMMY!
Maybe I should label this bad mommy 1 -- I'm sure this is the first of many bad mommy posts... sigh..
So I could've sworn that Princess's ballet class started today. I checked the website 3x this week. I mapquested the way to the class. And I waited until today to tell her about the class because I KNEW how excited she'd be about it and if she had to wait for it, she'd probably lose it.
So we put on her ballet dress this morning and ballet shoes. Then we drove all the way to class, only to find out it starts next week!!! OMG! Now Princess is crying uncontrollably. I had to drop her off at daycare sobbing. I felt so bad. And she looked SO cute in her ballet dress and shoes.
BAD MOMMY!
Maybe I should label this bad mommy 1 -- I'm sure this is the first of many bad mommy posts... sigh..
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
The wonderful world of puke and other such nonsense
So the past couple weeks have been JUST swell. Full of vomit, diarrhea, trips to the ER. And it wasn't the kids at all! The Greek and I have been the sick ones. Go figure.
So it started the week before last. The Greek was sick and complaining like a baby -- he made everything he did seem like it was likely to be his last deed on earth. And I was complaining non-stop about him. (Not to his face of course!) He was having really sharp stomach pains and diarrhea that wouldn't stop. This went on from Wed night to Saturday. Well by Sat evening, he still wasn't better, so we decided to go down to the ER. My parents took the kids and away we went. Hours later, after a cat scan, they discovered that his colon was completely inflamed and diagnosed inflammatory bowel disease. So boy did I feel guilty about complaining so much about him... but as I told him, he's such a baby no matter what is wrong, it's hard to know when it's really serious. :) He has to have a colonoscopy to make sure of the diagnosis and determine treatment. So this is scheduled for this Thurs.
Then yesterday, I woke up to an incredible urge to go to the potty. Of course this was the day that the Greek had a 6am flight to Seattle for business. It was just a day trip, but his flight back wouldn't land until 7:30pm.
After several trips to the bathroom, I braced myself to get the kids ready to go to daycare. There was NO way I'd be able to handle the kids with the runs. So I got them ready quickly and drove them to daycare. Just in the nick of time. By the time I got back home, I had graduated to vomiting and throughout the rest of the day, I was completely incapacitated. Walking 5 ft made me nauseous. It was awful. The Greek had to call daycare to see if they could keep the kids until he got back from Seattle, because I just couldn't drive. Luckily for us, our daycare is a family-run business out of their house, so that wasn't a big deal.
Thank goodness, it seems like it was a 24 hr deal. Today I feel 1,000 times better. And I'm eating!! But I had to miss Princess' first day of preschool, which was today. WAH! I didn't want to drop her off and subject the whole preschool to my germs. I'll probably skip the pick up tonight, but I'll drop her off tomorrow. I can't WAIT!
So it started the week before last. The Greek was sick and complaining like a baby -- he made everything he did seem like it was likely to be his last deed on earth. And I was complaining non-stop about him. (Not to his face of course!) He was having really sharp stomach pains and diarrhea that wouldn't stop. This went on from Wed night to Saturday. Well by Sat evening, he still wasn't better, so we decided to go down to the ER. My parents took the kids and away we went. Hours later, after a cat scan, they discovered that his colon was completely inflamed and diagnosed inflammatory bowel disease. So boy did I feel guilty about complaining so much about him... but as I told him, he's such a baby no matter what is wrong, it's hard to know when it's really serious. :) He has to have a colonoscopy to make sure of the diagnosis and determine treatment. So this is scheduled for this Thurs.
Then yesterday, I woke up to an incredible urge to go to the potty. Of course this was the day that the Greek had a 6am flight to Seattle for business. It was just a day trip, but his flight back wouldn't land until 7:30pm.
After several trips to the bathroom, I braced myself to get the kids ready to go to daycare. There was NO way I'd be able to handle the kids with the runs. So I got them ready quickly and drove them to daycare. Just in the nick of time. By the time I got back home, I had graduated to vomiting and throughout the rest of the day, I was completely incapacitated. Walking 5 ft made me nauseous. It was awful. The Greek had to call daycare to see if they could keep the kids until he got back from Seattle, because I just couldn't drive. Luckily for us, our daycare is a family-run business out of their house, so that wasn't a big deal.
Thank goodness, it seems like it was a 24 hr deal. Today I feel 1,000 times better. And I'm eating!! But I had to miss Princess' first day of preschool, which was today. WAH! I didn't want to drop her off and subject the whole preschool to my germs. I'll probably skip the pick up tonight, but I'll drop her off tomorrow. I can't WAIT!
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Why does this always happen to us?
So this weekend was supposed to be quiet and relaxing. Then all hell broke loose.
First thing that happened
The Greek (my husband) gets a phone call from one of his close college buddies (he has about 40 of them). His friend works for an airline and is getting free tickets to fly to SF this weekend. We're supposed to pick them up from the airport on Sat. and spend the day with them (lunch, afternoon, dinner, etc.) and then they're flying back on Sunday. Great, sounds like fun!
Then,
I get this nagging feeling that June 9th sounds really familiar to me. And I finally remember that we agreed to go to some friends' for dinner that night. They have a 3 yr old and a 7 mo old. We're supposed to be there at 4pm and will probably get out by 8pm as that's the 3 yr old's bedtime.
Ok, no problem. We'll have lunch with the friends, drop them off wherever they want and then go to our other friends for dinner, and maybe the Greek can meet them for drinks afterwards.
Yesterday,
We get an evite reminder. My cousin's daughter's 3rd b-day party is on Sat at 11:30am at Chuck E. Cheese's. UGH! What are we going to do?????
Why does this always happen to us?
First thing that happened
The Greek (my husband) gets a phone call from one of his close college buddies (he has about 40 of them). His friend works for an airline and is getting free tickets to fly to SF this weekend. We're supposed to pick them up from the airport on Sat. and spend the day with them (lunch, afternoon, dinner, etc.) and then they're flying back on Sunday. Great, sounds like fun!
Then,
I get this nagging feeling that June 9th sounds really familiar to me. And I finally remember that we agreed to go to some friends' for dinner that night. They have a 3 yr old and a 7 mo old. We're supposed to be there at 4pm and will probably get out by 8pm as that's the 3 yr old's bedtime.
Ok, no problem. We'll have lunch with the friends, drop them off wherever they want and then go to our other friends for dinner, and maybe the Greek can meet them for drinks afterwards.
Yesterday,
We get an evite reminder. My cousin's daughter's 3rd b-day party is on Sat at 11:30am at Chuck E. Cheese's. UGH! What are we going to do?????
Why does this always happen to us?
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
You dirty girl....
So we went camping for the first time as a family this past memorial day weekend. DH, me, the princess and the wee man. We went with a whole group of people, some of whom are close friends and some not so close. Well, we shared a campsite with another family who has a daughter princess's age (we'll call her blondie) and a newborn (6 wks old -- she was SO precious). Anyway, princess and blondie got along like (what's that phrase something like balls afire???) whatever, they got along great. (my goodness, I definitely need to take a creative writing course -- I'm tempted to start every sentence with "anyway").. So back to the topic..
Princess and Blondie were playing with their shovels and buckets at our campsite -- basically with dirt. Just filling up their buckets and emptying them out, when all of a sudden one of them decided it would be fun to dump the dirt on this big rock. So for a few hours (it seemed like a few hours anyway -- UGH there is that word again!), they were dumping buckets of dirt on this rock. Then one of them decided it would be a good idea to slide down the rock since it was so slippery now due to the dirt that they had so diligently dumped on it.
So the next several hours were spent sliding down the dirt-covered rock. After a while, you couldn't tell where their clothes ended and where their hands, feet, and faces began. Of course, all the adults were watching and laughing hysterically. My husband, of course, says, "at least they're not making dirt angels!" I think he forgot that 3 yr old children can hear and understand adult speech... Because the girls stopped sliding for a moment, looked at each other, and flopped themselves down to do dirt angels... FACE FIRST!!
It took 3 days to get all the dirt out of Princess's nostrils.
If I can figure it out, I'll try to post some pics....
Princess and Blondie were playing with their shovels and buckets at our campsite -- basically with dirt. Just filling up their buckets and emptying them out, when all of a sudden one of them decided it would be fun to dump the dirt on this big rock. So for a few hours (it seemed like a few hours anyway -- UGH there is that word again!), they were dumping buckets of dirt on this rock. Then one of them decided it would be a good idea to slide down the rock since it was so slippery now due to the dirt that they had so diligently dumped on it.
So the next several hours were spent sliding down the dirt-covered rock. After a while, you couldn't tell where their clothes ended and where their hands, feet, and faces began. Of course, all the adults were watching and laughing hysterically. My husband, of course, says, "at least they're not making dirt angels!" I think he forgot that 3 yr old children can hear and understand adult speech... Because the girls stopped sliding for a moment, looked at each other, and flopped themselves down to do dirt angels... FACE FIRST!!
It took 3 days to get all the dirt out of Princess's nostrils.
If I can figure it out, I'll try to post some pics....
Monday, May 21, 2007
The Greek vs. the Chinese
So now that I've outted myself, I really need to start posting more often. The problem is what to write about? Hmmm...
Well this past weekend was the annual Greek Festival at the Greek Orthodox Church in Oakland. Which was very lucky for us, because that meant I didn't have to cook dinner Friday or Saturday night! For those of you who haven't experienced a Greek Fest before, it's basically My Big Fat Greek Wedding x1000. There are thousands of crazy Greeks all over the place, eating Greek food, listening and dancing to Greek music, drinking Greek beer and wine, etc. etc.
It reminds me of the time when we first got engaged (my husband is Greek -- I'll call him the Greek -- how original!). So my brother was visiting from London (that's where he lives now). And we (the Greek, my parents and I) had just picked him up from the airport. We were at dinner, when the Greek and my bro started talking about our wedding plans. The Greek said something about how we were planning on honoring all the Chinese and Greek traditions (my family is Chinese). My bro gave the Greek a strange look and said, " but, you're just a white guy, right?" LOL. To this day, we love reliving this story. To my bro's defense, this was before My Big Fat Greek Wedding came out. By now, he realizes how crazy the greeks really are!
Well this past weekend was the annual Greek Festival at the Greek Orthodox Church in Oakland. Which was very lucky for us, because that meant I didn't have to cook dinner Friday or Saturday night! For those of you who haven't experienced a Greek Fest before, it's basically My Big Fat Greek Wedding x1000. There are thousands of crazy Greeks all over the place, eating Greek food, listening and dancing to Greek music, drinking Greek beer and wine, etc. etc.
It reminds me of the time when we first got engaged (my husband is Greek -- I'll call him the Greek -- how original!). So my brother was visiting from London (that's where he lives now). And we (the Greek, my parents and I) had just picked him up from the airport. We were at dinner, when the Greek and my bro started talking about our wedding plans. The Greek said something about how we were planning on honoring all the Chinese and Greek traditions (my family is Chinese). My bro gave the Greek a strange look and said, " but, you're just a white guy, right?" LOL. To this day, we love reliving this story. To my bro's defense, this was before My Big Fat Greek Wedding came out. By now, he realizes how crazy the greeks really are!
Friday, May 18, 2007
Does 1x every 6 months constitute a blog?
I belong to an online community many of whom blog regularly. I'm ALWAYS on this board chatting away, but I rarely read my online friends' blogs. I'm not sure why? Maybe I feel too boring for the blogging world. I mean I'm a married mother of 2, have a nice steady job working for da man, I vote, drink regularly, bla bla bla. What's there to write about? And not giving of myself, I feel like I shouldn't receive either? Well, I guess that means that I'll have to start posting again, because I clicked on one of my online friends' blogs and found a link to another online friend. One who hasn't been posting much lately because she's been hurt by some online drama that affected our little online community. And I really care about this friend and I want to read her blog. So here I am giving of myself, so that I can receive of others.
So what's exciting that's happened to me lately? The most exciting things that happen to me don't even happen to me, they happen to my children. Yes, here is where I become a boring mom, talking non-stop about her children. Stop me if you've heard this one before..... huh? too bad, you're hearing it anyway -- I mean, it's my blog!
My little girl just turned 3 and my little man just turned 1. It's an old cliche, but time sure does fly. It's so fun watching them develop their own little personalities. My girl, I'll call her princess, because right now, that's her favorite thing. Princess is such an interesting little person. She definitely knows what she likes and dislikes. She has an opinion on everything. But she's SO generous too. Whenever she's eating something she likes, she wants to share it. Ok so she really doesn't eat that much. Whatever. It's still generosity. It's the complete opposite of me. When I eat something I love, I want to hoard it all to myself. I look at this tiny little aspect of her that's so unlike me and wonder where did THAT come from? It's amazing that even though this little being came from me and her daddy, she's her own little person. She's unique. She's different from him and me. WOW.
My little boy, I'll call him the wee man, because that's what my scottish boss calls his son and I've always liked the sound of that. The wee man is all boy. He's fearless. He'll go down the big slides if we let him. He's always climbing. But he LOVES his sister. He'll stop whatever he's doing to mimic her. He copies her non-stop. It's so cute. He's also just about to walk. He can stand himself up from a sitting position now. I can't wait until he walks, because to be honest, I'm sick of carrying him everywhere...
My co-worker the other day asked me if we were thinking of having a third. To which I gently but firmly replied in the negative. She replied that she thought I would have more because of the incredible glow I get on my face whenever I talked about my kids. A third.... hmmmm... I do admit I still get the baby bug from time to time. But I'm pretty sure we're done.
So how do you stop writing? I feel like I've written a book, but a book without a point, so I can't find a logical place to stop. I mean usually you stop when you've made a point, but since I don't really have one, what do I do? Ok, I'm going to stop... NOW. See you in 6 months...
So what's exciting that's happened to me lately? The most exciting things that happen to me don't even happen to me, they happen to my children. Yes, here is where I become a boring mom, talking non-stop about her children. Stop me if you've heard this one before..... huh? too bad, you're hearing it anyway -- I mean, it's my blog!
My little girl just turned 3 and my little man just turned 1. It's an old cliche, but time sure does fly. It's so fun watching them develop their own little personalities. My girl, I'll call her princess, because right now, that's her favorite thing. Princess is such an interesting little person. She definitely knows what she likes and dislikes. She has an opinion on everything. But she's SO generous too. Whenever she's eating something she likes, she wants to share it. Ok so she really doesn't eat that much. Whatever. It's still generosity. It's the complete opposite of me. When I eat something I love, I want to hoard it all to myself. I look at this tiny little aspect of her that's so unlike me and wonder where did THAT come from? It's amazing that even though this little being came from me and her daddy, she's her own little person. She's unique. She's different from him and me. WOW.
My little boy, I'll call him the wee man, because that's what my scottish boss calls his son and I've always liked the sound of that. The wee man is all boy. He's fearless. He'll go down the big slides if we let him. He's always climbing. But he LOVES his sister. He'll stop whatever he's doing to mimic her. He copies her non-stop. It's so cute. He's also just about to walk. He can stand himself up from a sitting position now. I can't wait until he walks, because to be honest, I'm sick of carrying him everywhere...
My co-worker the other day asked me if we were thinking of having a third. To which I gently but firmly replied in the negative. She replied that she thought I would have more because of the incredible glow I get on my face whenever I talked about my kids. A third.... hmmmm... I do admit I still get the baby bug from time to time. But I'm pretty sure we're done.
So how do you stop writing? I feel like I've written a book, but a book without a point, so I can't find a logical place to stop. I mean usually you stop when you've made a point, but since I don't really have one, what do I do? Ok, I'm going to stop... NOW. See you in 6 months...
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