tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138209502012-01-06T00:53:30.743-05:00This started out as a Dad's perspective on my wife Katrina's pregnancy and a way to keep the family updated. Alina arrived in February 2006 and now it's more about our parenting adventures. Now we've added Evelyn in July 2008.Mr. Spacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07456176099461393109noreply@blogger.comBlogger1641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13820950.post-73418092624441681112009-09-15T21:59:00.003-04:002009-09-18T00:26:58.857-04:00

I've been home with the girls since early July (thanks, economy!), thus the sparse updating. It's not that I don't have occasional downtime - I do. But that is usually spent doing things that don't require higher brain function. As Mr. Mom, I'm really bad at cleaning, but made a sauce tonight with smoked paprika. So I'm half-way there.Alina & Evie, now 3-and-a-half and 14 months, love

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I plan to get better at blogging. I have more time on my hands now. More on that later. Until then, here are some ruminations and babblings from around the online world that I've put out.Alina got me a beer from the fridge for the first time and it's on St. Patrick's Day!! She's enabling at a sixth grade level.I am being offered genetic counseling through my heath plan to see what horrible

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When I heard I was to attend one of these, I was a little surprised. Alina goes to a place for three hours, two days a week. They do projects and songs and things that you'd expect little people to do. It's not really a school. She's only 3, so what would they have to say about her? Was she in trouble? Does she bite kids? Does she draw pictures of Jesus riding a giant phallus?When we get

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It's a strange set of affairs when I need to look through photos and Facebook updates to remember what has been going with our family over the last couple of months. Dumbledore has his pensive, I have photo albums and tweets. Lets see, where to begin.We've had and have been to many little person birthdays as of late. We had Alina's third birthday, though I don't remember much of it. I spent

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It's really hard to get them both looking at the camera and staying in focus at the same time. Parent Tip: Turn on the TV and hold the camera just above it. Really sells the illusion of an attention span (tip not in practice for current photo above).

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I'm always giving instruction to Alina in telling her what NOT to do. Don't touch that, don't leave that on the floor, don't step off the sidewalk without holding my hand, don't headbutt your sister, don't eat your boogers, etc. I started to notice that this bombardment of common sense instruction had seeped its way into my everyday life too. Take my commute for example. A mixture of

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Where to start on this Inauguration Day, in Daddydom? It has been too long. We went through a really rough patch with colds. I had laryngitis, Alina had bronchitis, Evie had 102 fever and runny nose/cough and wouldn't eat, Katrina had a fever (we don't seem to have any adult thermometers) and cough. On top of everything Evie was also teething. She popped one tooth on the bottom last week,

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I had to work last weekend and put in 12-hour days for about two weeks straight. I was looking forward to a weekend of rest, but the holidays are upon us! Friday night after work I took the train up to Stamford to meet up with the girls and ended up spending the night there. The next day we drove up to South Salem for a Christmas Party with friends and then drove back to Queens to meet up with

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Alina has started taking sides and empathizing with the other parent. If anyone raises their voice, even if it's just to tell a joke, Alina will assume that an argument has broken out and automatically assume the one who is louder is in the wrong. Most of the time that could be true, I suppose. She'll start waving her arms in the air and say, "No no no no. No, Daddy, no," then turn to the

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Jesus H. Christ in a chicken basket, we got a double stroller. It's a megalith! It's an Escalade! It doesn't fit through all the doorways in our house! But we apparently need it, especially for times like this:For a little while, Alina rode in the foot rest of our original jogging stroller. But it wasn't made for that. The front-heavy result would make you unwillingly veer into the street

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Ladybug and little Dumbo

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Is something funny? Probably not. I think it's more fright laughter. Like in a haunted house, skydiving, or after beating up a hobo. More videos are here http://www.youtube.com/user/earonoff

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Everyone went away for a whole week to hang out at my mother's house. Being home alone, I thought I would be going out every night, getting stupid, making plans. Turns out, I didn't miss plans or going out. I missed "nothing". Coming home, turning off my brain and doing absolutely nothing. It was pretty glorious. No one to bathe, no one to feed. Unfortunately, my brain didn't know how to

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I remember when Alina was born and it took me a while to know what to say here other than "I'm Tired" and "Poop". It's kinda like that now, just multiplied. At times I wonder if there will ever be an end to poop and exhaustion. Between the cat, fish, iguana, and children, it seems that an inordinate amount of my day is spent dealing in fecal matters. Then, our parents are going to start

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What do I look like to you? Some guy who has all the time in the world that he can just sit down at the computer and jovially thwack away at the keyboard whenever the mood strikes? People tell me to blog more. Maybe that the Olympics are over I'll find more time.Needless to say, the two-child household is a very busy place. Baby clothes in varying sizes take forever to fold. Evie is not a

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Thought I'd digest being a father of two girls for a couple of weeks before writing anything down. That turned out to be a mistake because I have no mental energy. More on that later.They wanted us there at 5:15am. That's Really Early. We brought Bagels for the staff. That was like gold. The staff was lovin up on us somthing fierce. I highly recommend it to anyone getting a 7am c-section .

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Evelyn Mae - 8lbs 4 oz.

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I made yet another fruitless trip out to Long Island last week after a phone call from my pregnant wife. Around 11am on Thursday, she called me to say that she's having strong contractions again and was going upstairs to get checked out. She works in the same hospital she's delivering in, so this is convenient. About two hours later, I get another phone call from her saying "They're doing to

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Last week, Katrina calls me at work and tells me in full freakout mode that her water broke. The brief conversation sounded like a David Mamet play:My water broke!Your water broke?!My WATER broke!When di-JUST NOW!Fuck!I know!Well I'm-How are you getting here?How am I gettin-?I gotta go upstairs!Okay I'll get there!Okay, Bye!Fuck!It was about 11:00am so first things first. I put my lunch in the

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We've seen Alina practice crying in the mirror, but she's taking it to a whole new level. It's nice to see my powers of manipulation have passed down through the DNA so completely. #1Operation: Two-Headed GatekeeperWe've all heard of this method. I just didn't think it would happen so quickly.The 2-year old lies in bed one sleepy weekday morning and asks, "Mommy, I want to watch TV?" Her

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I used to make fun of my father because he would have these hobbies that seemed all-consuming. It wasn't a passing fancy. It was full-on and neck deep with all the accessories. You can almost map out his life chronologically from these phases, from my point of view. Allow me to list them and then generalize my memories of them for comedic purposes. There was:The Diving Phase - Live lobsters

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In our litigious society where people sue because their coffee was too hot or their kids are too fat, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised when a doctor goes to DEFCON 1 when perfectly natural, explainable things happen during a pregnancy. Case in point: Yesterday Katrina went to her doctor for the now bi-weekly visit. Well, to be fair, it wasn't her normal doctor. At these visits, sometimes

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Is there an apple under my couch somewhere? Is there something unholy going on inside our potted plant? The vegetable eating iguana? The fishes? The cat? The flowers? Where do they come from and why are they here?? DIE! I've been doing battle with these little fuckers morning and night. Sometimes the wife just doesn't understand why I get so insane during battle. It's because it's

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The date for the C-Section has been selected. July 21, 2008. Kind of odd selecting someone's birthday ahead of time. If you place any stock in the Zodiac, it could mean the difference between having a child that's tenacious, intuitive, and moody versus one that's creative, fun-loving, and bossy - i.e. Cancer vs Leo (which starts July 23). Of course, this all goes under the presumption of

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Once in a while, I cheat on my blog and write on another. It's supposed to be about NYC so take it from that perspective. I wanted to put this here, because the site may go down soon and it was something I actually took time doing.A View of the Universe + One Month SecurityAll New York conversations eventually turn to Real Estate. It usually comes before the weather, but after you’ve bragged

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Whenever we leave the apartment she asks "Do you have your keys?"Whenever I drop something or there's a loud noise, I hear from the other room "Are you okay?"A bevy of YouTube videos are posted HERE.Her first movie in a theater was officially Horton Hears a Who. The only thing she buried her face in my chest for was the previews. They're often fast and loud.Katrina went up to Connecticut to

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From now until the end of Katrina's maternity leave, which starts sometime in late July, Alina will no longer be in a daycare. That's $1,344 a month I won't miss shelling out. As I've mentioned before, Katrina doesn't get paid to be on maternity leave (USA! USA!) so, like before, we're socking away. Alina's daycare made that a very slow process. So now the week looks like this: Katrina is

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No, this isn't a post about good 'ol Walt and his interludes with Thai hookers. Though that probably happened too. This is about a series of short books that Disney put out using their classic characters and calling it "Happy Endings". These books are for small kids, thus the cardboard pages, and the set that we got as a present includes Cinderella, Beauty & The Beast, and Snow White. It even

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20-week (ish) 3-D ultrasound

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Favorite New Sentence:"No I don't wike it."Favorite New Word/Phrase:"Now" and "Right Now"Favorite New Game:Objects in mouth then run away laughing as we say "Spit that out!"Favorite New Sound:Ear piercing scream to scare the cat.Caught a crying/fretting practice session in the mirror. She walks up to the front closet which has a floor length mirror on it. She puts her hands up to her eyes,

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I went to Portland, Oregon last week to visit some close friends that moved out there over the summer. I also got a chance to see an old High School friend as well. The operative word here is "I" because the journey was embarked upon entirely by myself. That's right! I left the toddler and the pregnant wife at home - and they say chivalry is dead?The reality of it was that the trip was

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That's right. Your little A.D.D. punk annoys the shit out of me. If they're not muscling their way between a toy and my kid, they're throwing things indiscriminately that end up hitting her. At a birthday party, they'll sneeze on a table full of food and open presents that aren't theirs. We need to revert to the days when jungle gyms were made of steel and action figures were made of iron.

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I haven't been writing very much about Baby #2. Mostly because I already wrote about Katrina being pregnant and it has roughly been the same experience so far - retch, sleep, eat. A few different cravings and saving graces. Pancakes seem to be only carry-over from the last pregnancy that has yet to wrong Katrina's affinity for nausea. I don't even know what week she's in unless I think really

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I'm ...... planning a birthday party for a two-year old. It's .... cough ..... getting out of hand. Twennnty Seven .... people. People! Help! Gawwwwwwwd

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Alina saw that her daddy was visibly upset. To make him feel better, she took him by the hand saying, "C'mon, Daddy. C'mon, Daddy" and brought him around the apartment to see all the pets. First, she led him to the fishtank and said, "Wook, Daddy. Fishies!" Next, she gleefully pulled him towards the acrylic enclosure that housed Ecko, the iguana. "Wook, Daddy. Ecko!" Then she tracked

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Happy Birthday to me ..... Everybody Out! That was about the extent of the first half of the day. The plan was rest and no responsibility for 8 whole hours. Unfortunately I had an appointment in the mid-afternoon so it wasn't a complete success. But, I found myself in the West Village, which is a nice area to walk around during the week when there aren't many people. Ah, a Gray's Papaya hot

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Two dimensions wasn't enough. Three dimensions? Surely you jest. America wants FOUR dimensions! We went to an aquarium in Norwalk, CT over the weekend and they had this 5-minute ride/movie featuring Spongebob. You know, because it's an aquarium and Spongebob .... lives in the ocean. It's about as appropriate as having a My Little Pony ride at a Rodeo. Anyway, the ride consists of you

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Mom and Babe were at our local pizza place tonight, when an Indian Sikh with a full beard and purple turban walks in. Alina, perks up, runs over to him and yells:"SANTA! Hi Santa! Look, Mommy! Santa! How are you, Santa?!"The man just smiles. Katrina, trying to prevent tomato sauce from shooting out of her nose, decides to put another foot in our family's mouth by pointing at his turban and

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Once in a while, we begrudgingly make the trek up the Van Wyck Expressway to Babies r Us. It's a place I don't really like going, especially on a weekend, being nestled with a BJ's, Target, etc, making the approach and parking situation quite heinous. Sometimes we have no other choice when we need something very specific. This past Sunday was one of those times. We needed to buy nipples for

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12/31/07 11:06 PMAs you may have deduced from this photo, things are a bit laid back this year. My mother-in-law even came down to watch Alina so we could go out and we didn't take her up on it. THAT'S how much we didn't feel like going out tonight. Katrina's weekend of retching probably didn't help the motivation factor. Maybe I should try and take on that bottle of Veuve just to balance

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Alina just grabbed the Cinderella DVD off the dining table, brought it over to the player, removed the movie that was in there, replaced it with her selection, and hit play (after a few unsuccessful attempts at hitting the pause button). Then, did a little dance and yelled out 'Rella 'Rella! when it started. I didn't really want her to watch TV at the time, but how could I say no to that??! It

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Alina is still at that age where we can take her with us when we're Christmas shopping for her presents. Since she has five spoiling grandparents and we're saving for Baby #2, we personally felt going present crazy with her was ill-advised. We've seen other people's homes and how easily the kiddie fodder can pile up. Hey, Santa gets all the credit anyway. Justification, check! We went to KB

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Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you. Okay, so there's only ONE baby cooking right now. The ultrasound was this afternoon. It's still looking like late July. They say Katrina is 8 weeks and 3 days pregnant. Apparently they can tell. I think it's more like 7 weeks. But what do I know? I'm just the person who put it there.They saw the heartbeat and everything is looking good. They

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Bet that title spiced up your RSS feeds this day.Just when I thought I was running out of things to talk about in this place. I mean, how much can one read about my delightful and genius daughter? It's still very early, about six weeks. We've known since before Thanksgiving and our first ultrasound is on December 12th. I know we're supposed to wait to tell people, but I really couldn't bring

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These photos are almost exactly one year apart and taken in the same place.November 2006November 2007

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We went to our timeshare in Florida again. It feels like I just wrote about this. It was a year ago. Great weather, with the exception of about two hours which yielded the photo above. I think that sense of deja vu is what kept us from taking too many photos. Of course, I haven't really looked at them yet because my friggin' computer is down again. Thus the limited posts in November.We did

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Here's a YouTube video that some of you have probably seen of Halloween this year. But, to the rest of the universe:Gone Fishin'And she's NEMO! Not a pumpkin!

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A lot of you everyones out there won't believe this, but: Up until about a month ago, Alina went to sleep without a fight - Every Night! One of us would sing her a song and we'd say Night Night and put her down in the crib. Simple. She'd roll over and just stay there. Quiet. Content. Drifting. We miss this so. For some reason, ever since we got back from my sister's house in Florida,

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Taxi drivers are striking because they don't want expensive GPS systems installed in their cars. Besides the cost, drivers are protesting their lack of privacy. Personally, I'm protesting the GPS system because it sucks! Here's a snapshot of the "expensive GPS" while on I-495, aka the Long Island Expressway.The blue circle represents the taxi and according to the readout, we're driving through a

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Katrina likes to order things online and have them sent to my office, as we don't have a doorman to receive packages. Last week, a little potty showed up. As much as I wanted to lament that toilets were being delivered to my office, I had to take the pragmatist stance that it just doesn't fit into our mail slot. I thought for sure it would need batteries or something. However, it turns out

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Good job, Disney World. You've managed to turn my daughter into a bona fide Mickey-phile without her ever having seen a Mickey Mouse before. Some kid at her daycare loves Mickey mouse merchanidse, I'm told. It was another one of those random discoveries where she saw the iconic mouse among a cavalcade of other characters on the back of a Golden Book at home. Much to our surprise, she pointed to

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After literally months of debate and continual comments about how Alina looks like a shaggy dog when she wakes up, we finally took her to get her first haircut. And it was the most anti-climactic thing in recent memory. It was one of these places that has little cars for seats, stuffed animals to hold, stickers to stick, and DVD players in front of every chair to ensure complete distraction while

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We went to Astroland at Coney Island recently, before it goes away to make room for Luxury Condominiums. I shot The Freak. I shot him "in da friggin' head," as I was instructed to do by the wife-beater wearing, crew cut dude with the mic. He's got this relaxed, Brooklyn-ite delivery as he tries to solicit customers: "Shoot the freak...shoot him in da friggin' head. Whaddya gonna do when you

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Lately, Alina has been saying "No" when she means "Yes". I really hope she straightens this out before she starts dating. For example, we'll ask her if she wants a banana, and she'll say No but take it from our hands anyway. Our running theory is that she is hears No so much more often, its kind of sunk in. We actually caught her giving Elmo a time out. She sat him down against the wall,

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Maybe we'll just invest more on her education so that when she grows up she can buy us a house.She had her first sentence recently: "I Seeee You". Since she does so much copying and mimicking, it's not always easy to tell if she knows what she's saying. But this sentence came out as she was hiding behind a curtain last week. Context!Other words that I've previously mentioned were Hot and Cracker.

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I have more black socks than white socks.I no longer buy my underwear in packs of 10.I have more white undershirts than dark t-shirts.I recently have discovered...I have a favorite pair of slippers.

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We went to Lancaster, PA over the weekend. Some of Katrina's co-workers had recommended this place out there called Dutch Wonderland. It's an amusement park that's geared more towards little kids. Not many big rides here. And there's a water park there as well.In an attempt to break up the drive, we stopped over at my mother's in western NJ. What we didn't realize, was that the lack of major

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The following exchanges and others like them have happened recently because Katrina thinks Alina can understand everything she's saying.Katrina: Do you want Daddy to change your diaper?Alina: YahMe: Do you want mommy to shut up?Alina: Yah-and-Katrina: Do you want PePe to hold the bunny while you pet it?Alina: YahMe: Do you want to saw my legs off and eat them for dinner?Alina: Yah

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She's fairly consistent with her interpretation of the alphabet and 1 thru 10. Though ABC and 123 sound very similar in Alina language. When we do the alphabet together, she bops up and down to the rhythm and eagerly waits for the letters she knows so she can yell them out. Mostly, she favors anything that rhymes with C, but she says "Osh" for the letter H. It's a lot of fun to see which new

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Ah daycares. If they had commercials, I think they'd be something like:Great socialization for your childMore than you care to payTeletubbies Teletubbies TeletubbiesMore illness than you can shake a stick atLast month was Croup. Now we're looking at Rotavirus, which is all about vomiting and watery poo. Sweet! Though it seems she had it mildly, considering what I've read about it. Basically

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Aww Mannnnn.....what the hell are these things? The Doodlebops? Dear God, please don't let Alina get hooked on these ... things. I don't even know what they are. Aliens? Insects? Canadians? Those gloved hands make it tough to play that bridged F chord, I imagine. They seem like a reinvented form of the Bugaloos, a Brittish hippie insect rock band from the 70s. Then there was Barney, The

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Yeah, that's me. That's my title. That's my burden that I take on for all humanity. I am personally taking on the responsibility of evolving the human race to the point where they'll need less sleep to function. It's a slow process to be sure. But I'm evolved. I have no wisdom teeth. Had no use for them. They never showed up. They were introns to my exons. But hey, aren't they all? Yeah!I'll keep

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Why can't our daycare use common sense? If someone's mommy gets depressed and upset every time you tell them something their child did whilst they were at work, maybe the daycare should let the parents discover it on their own. Such is the case with the place Alina goes three days a week. It's basically a married couple and their mother running the place. Katrina does drop-offs and pick-ups

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The Croup! Or is it just Croup? For those non-parents it's the kiddie form of laryngitis but with a fever and congestion. And since the larynx is swelled up, you can't execute a productive cough to get the phlegm (such a strange and wonderful spelling) out. The end result is usually difficulty breathing, a barking cough, and if you're really unfortunate your lips will turn blue from the lack

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As I was giving Alina her bath last night, I was puppeteering a green squeaky frog wearing a bowtie as he hopped along the tub's edge. The curious child looked on and gingerly reached into the sudsy water to find an old school rubber ducky. She brought this yellow critter up to the tub's edge to meet the well dressed frog. There was a sense of anticipation in the steamy air. As these two

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As it turns out, this child of mine is apparently learning things behind my back! How dare she get educated without me! I'm finding more and more that I don't know what Alina knows unless I ask. And she constantly surprises me. "Where's your belly button," I asked this morning. Lo and behold she took her two index fingers and pointed right at the thing. I started moving onto other body

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As with the walking and various other steps in Alina's development, Katrina and I debate real vs. imaginary when it comes to new words. Most of the words she says now sound like Jur, Truh, and Dih. She nods affirmatively and shakes her head no when the situation presents itself. Of course, the No was first. Alina will say, "Jih-kih" and her mommy will say, "Did you hear that?? She said Kitty!

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....she liked to sit just quietly and smell the flowers .

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I guess we were past due but Alina has finally found her screaming cry! Before, it was just a vocal whine that was practically amusing. But waking up in a strange, cold room has awakened this blood curdling sound within her. When I say cold, I mean not 90 degrees like our last place. So, cold to her. She used to be able to go to sleep in just a onesie. Now we've graduated to feety pajamas.

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Several weeks, a nearly broken finger, and a gash in my head all lead up to this: Alina finally slept in her own room for the first time this week. It's a fun place. I get to play in there and not worry about chasing her into the kitchen so she doesn't splash the cat's water dish again. It's two shades of blue and there's a fish wallpaper border splitting the horizontal. So, I suppose if we

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My little sister Kelsea once called me a grown-up when I was in my mid-twenties. Instead of taking five-across-the-eye I explained to her, "No, I'm an adult. A grown-up is much different." On that note, we're moving finally! We've dubbed it The Grown-Ups Home. Mostly because it resembles a home insofar as it's a house (the two-family variety) and not a teeny apartment, there's a wee yard in

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A couple of days ago, Alina spent more time on two feet than she did on all fours. Of course, she falls about every six to eight steps. But then she gets right back up again, not to be outdone by pesky gravity. Her "first steps" weren't really steps. TV has lied to me ... again! She didn't spontaneously start strolling along while everyone clapped and snapped photos. She actually advanced

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Alina's 12-month appointment at the pediatrician introduced something that I didn't really think existed. A Chicken Pox vaccine. The people who make Calamine Lotion must be reeling from this. I've always wondered when they were going to cure something new? Seems like its been a while. Smallpox, Polio, Measles, etc. Of course, they cure the virus that's probably the least profitable to the

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Cupcakes, Family, Presents, Ferris Wheels, Toys r Us, Times Square, Bubba Gump (don't ask), and Snow. Alina was probably wondering why everyone she saw at daycare, the party, and elsewhere collectively decided to sing the same song in her face. Quite a First Birthday. Sure, she won't remember any of it. But, it's really the best justification for doing things like riding Ferris Wheels. "The

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"What do you want for your birthday?" I was asked. It was a tall order. I requested that I be able to sleep in on both Saturday AND Sunday. The reaction to my answer was a concentrated "Hmmmmmm". As if she was pondering if such a feat could actually be accomplished. Yeah, it has come to that. I'll reach in my coat pocket to grab my phone and I'll pull out a small sock.So I turned 31. About

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Was that Christmas that just ran me over? I feel like roadkill. It just bulldozed me and I have very little recollection of whether I enjoyed it or not. We got to see a lot of family, which was nice. Luckily, this year we stayed in the same place, my mother's house, and people just rolled through on a conveyor belt. Traditionally, our other Christmases were spent on the road, in the air,

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I really REALLY hate it when I hear Alina's singing/teaching dog toy say "Peekaboo! I see YOU!" from the toybox. THE TOYBOX. It's touch activated! No one is touching it in the toybox! This particular toy can say or sing about 20 different things. Does it sing Paddycake? No! Does it sing Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes? NO!! It says PEEKABOO, I SEE YOU.Hey Chuckie, wanna play?I work up

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Why do people insist on sending me pictures of their kid(s) in the form of a Christmas card? I didn't say "Holiday Card" because the Jews don't typically don't this. Who knows why? But just about every parent I know sends us a card with their kid dressed up. Doesn't matter if I see them once a month or once a year, it's always the children. The kids are typically dressed in fashionable

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Without notice, a phone call, or a poster on the door, our daycare was shut down by the State yesterday. Apparently, the administrator kicked out an inspector because she claimed she was being harrassed back in September. They technically should have been closed since then and have been getting fined $500 a day for remaining open. When the employees found out this fine would also be charged to

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...Or should I say fences? Maybe this isn't news to anyone but I can't find much discussion of it online. Most people I know don't have kids so I'm going to come out and reveal this shocker. The way public school zones are drawn in New York City are completely corrupt, discriminatory, and utter bullshit. The only thing I could find on this topic was an old court case in Tennessee where they

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Musings from the Sunshine State...It's a whole new audience!Ethan at Age 6: Mom, watch me! Watch me jump in the pool!Ethan at Age 30: Alina, watch me! Watch me jump in the pool!Mommy ESP!Trailer Chick By The Pool: "One time I was taking a nap and just lettin' the baby crawl around the house. Then, I felt her pulling on my blankets. I woke up and she was making this choking sound! So I

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Oh, the preparations you'll make. Blankets, toys, lunch, snacks, distractions, teething devices, removing magazines from seat pocket, booking aisle and window seats so the middle one stays "empty", Mama keeping her udders full so she can nurse during the ear popping ascent. But who knew she'd whack herself in the face with the seatback tray table? She was playing with this harmless little

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Just like Queens, with a few exceptions...What is this green stuff? To my knowledge, it's the first time Alina has physically been on grass. Typically there was blanket involved. Weird isn't it? But, I've always maintained that the key to happiness in New York City is having the means or ability or ambition to get out of the city as often as possible. The unhappiest New Yorkers I know are

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"I get all the oogly eyes and cheek pinching and *mom* gets to keep the candy!"A cow? Yes, a cow. Alina has a healthy self image so she was able to deal with the stigma of representing the bovine family that night. The lamb outfit was too big so wait until next year. We were in CT and we only visited a few houses, all people we knew. I was surprised at the total lack of Halloween destruction

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Having a baby wasn't enough to make me feel old. Being older than the Playboy bunnies, the starting lineup for the New York Mets, certain congressmen, and being amongst those who will never know the world without the internet wasn't enough to make me feel old. But when my dentist walked into the room after my cleaning, for that final looksee, and didn't look older than 19! That twinged my

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About a year ago, we appeared in a segment on a Sunday morning show called Business Weekend. It was all about how people are moving due to energy costs. We were taped in our Queens apartment talking about how we were paying for oil in Brooklyn and got out to save money for the baby's arrival. Partly true, but that's TV. Anyway, we had recorded this show on our DVR (aka low rent TiVO). RCN

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The Kitchen ShelfHow did I let this happen? There was a bottle of Dom from our engagement, the Lladro figurine from our wedding cake. They're getting .... buried. Too. Much. Symbolism. Note to self: Must sip wine before week's end and say something intellectual. I CAN DO IT. I can remember how!

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Alina is, for lack of better words, kicking my ass lately. I'm being pummeled by a 7-month old. Kicks to the throat and groin. Punches to just the right spot on the upper lip to make you tongue the swollen spot for the next hour. She rakes my face with her nails and tries to take out my eye. I'm reminded of the Iron Shiek and Rowdy Roddy Piper from my brief WWF phase when I was ten.

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It looks like we found a daycare for when Katrina goes back to work. Alina will be 7 months old this week and will probably start school around Thanksgiving. While looking, there were a few prerequisites. It had to be open after 6pm, accept babies Alina's age, be near one of our jobs, do more than just watch them stare at the wall, and of course have an open slot. This place we found is

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I've touched on how complete strangers want to hold the baby, compliment the baby, talk to the baby, throw rocks at the baby. Also, you occasionally run into people who think you want their opinion. Like the woman who thought that our 9-week old Alina shouldn't be outside in mid-April even though she already had a round of shots. Then there are usually benign comments about her pretty blue eyes,

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Threat Condition: Little Shits. Katrina was coming out of our building on the way to Gymboree and this little 5-year old is walking by, about ten feet behind his parents. He sees Alina in the stroller, stops, picks up a rock, and throws it at her. What the hell? Katrina yells at him to not do that and he yells something in Russian or Polish and moves on. His parents don't even turn around.

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Little Miss Smiley holds her own in the midst of Manhattan Madness. It helps having that swivel wheel on the stroller so we can dart around depressed idiots. But Alina takes it all in stride and at this point doesn't seem too alarmed by the masses of pedestrians we encounter while walking about. It's interesting to see the varied reactions to her. She looks people in the eye when they walk by

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"Where's that kid with my Latte??"My company gives us four days during the summer to take off and do summery type New York things. Bake asphalt, recycle old people, play Guess Which Subway Car Has No A/C. I think my boss wishes I gave him more than 40 minutes notice but I'm not wasting one of these precious things on a day when it might rain. Only on the morning of can I predict that with

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Anyone remember the rubber ball that your mother probably used on you to suck snots out of your nose? I called it the Light Bulb. Maybe you had a different name for it. I really didn't enjoy the light bulb. It usually involved being horizontal with someone's knee in my chest while I yelled Nooooooo! So yeah, I used one of these devices over the last week. They really haven't come a long way

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