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Isn't this is the world's CUTEST kid!

My Mom is a Blogger, (and other thoughts).......

........And I find it so interesting. In a good way, ofcourse. I am not necessarily surprised, because she does live here on Earth and owns a computer. But it's my mom! I always took her for the more "old fashioned" type. Not in her parenting skills, but more in the technology area. I mean, by the time we got an answering machine, I thought we were the *coolest* people alive! That was until I realized that most households in the US had one years before we did, and we were not that cool. But sometimes my mom does surprise me. I remember when I was about 18, and I was in the car with her. We were flipping radio stations, and I stopped it on a very popular song (popular in the teenage world), and she knew EVERY word! I was like WHOA!? My mom is pretty cool! I had to ofcourse explain later that the song she was singing was about illegal drugs (LOL), but bless her heart, she was still cool to me!

Growing up, I always thought life was so unfair (like most kids). Why did I have a curfew at 15 when neither brother did? Why did I have to call to check-in when I was out having a good time? Why did my parents judge most of my friends when they didn't even know them? Everytime I would argue and complain, my mom always had the same answer: "because you're a girl". I never understood that growing up. So what, I am a girl and Andy is a boy and he still never had a curfew?! Then it all changed on January 15, 2004. The night I gave birth to my own girl. Now I can barely imagine sending her off to preschool, without me with her all day. I can't imagine the day when she wants to stay home by herself, while we run to the store. I ESPECIALLY can't imagine watching her walk out our front door, leaving with friends, out for a fun night. I realize there will be a time when I will have to let her go, and let her experience her own life. And I will......someday. But I look back and remember the hell I put my mom through, and now I understand. I understand the curfew, the check-in calls, and the judging of friends. I now understand why she was so angry (and scared) at me the few times I stayed out all night, completely missing my curfew by several hours. If Ella is anything like I was when she gets a little older, then I am in serious trouble. But through it all, I always thought (and still do) I had the best mom in THE WORLD :)! She is my rock, and I hope Ella sees me EXACTLY how I see my mom. If she does, then I have succeeded.

I have NOT forgotten about you.......

My sweet lovable blog! I am just seriously lazy. My intentions are always there, it's the effort I need to work on.

Today we had a fun day at the outlet mall. Met up with 4 other ladies from one of my Gymboree boards, and Ella played her little heart out, barely lasting until we got to the car. I bought her a new dress, tights, and top for the fall. It's 8:15 pm, and she's still crashed out on the couch. Guess we ought to be waking her up, or else she will be up all night. Oh boy!

I got the call....

I called a few preschool centers about 3 weeks ago to get Ella registered for the fall. The ones I called were filled, and I put my name on a waiting list. I didn't call anymore and just left it at that. I figured if she doesn't get in, then that's fine by me. Who needs preschool when you can stay home and be bored with mommy all day? Who needs other kid germs when you have plenty of your own, thankyouverymuch? Who needs to learn how to share toys when you have a million of your own?

Well, this morning the phone rings. It was a preschool less then a mile away that had openings. For my child? My kid, who has only been watched by close family members?? My baby, who doesn't have to share her toys, or germs, with anyone else? My little girl, who doesn't have any kind of a schedule in her life at all?? Wow. Half of me (well, ok, MOST of me) is very excited. A few hrs of the day without her? What am I going to do with myself? How am I going to go to the bathroom, all by myself? Shop? Live? Breath? *insert excited snort*. Seriously tho, I am excited for her, but I know I will most likely shed a few tears that first day. I am a protective mom. I am nervous when I am not with her. I am the mom who gets upset when another kid is mean to my girl. I just can't imagine her being away from me. The only thing we can do is see how it is. I still have a few months to get used to this idea, allthough I think after being home with her for the next few months, I just might be more excited then I feel I should be (heh).

Sooooo.....night 2 and I haven't lost interest yet!

Johnny stayed home from work today because he wasn't feeling too good this morning. When he stays home from work, I get even more lazier then normal. Why is that? Maybe because I feel if he gets to lounge around the house all day, then so should I! Not that I don't always lounge around the house all day anyway, because who am I kidding- I do. But that isn't the point. The point is...... ah, screw it, I forget.

Anyway, Ella was in quite the mood today. I don't know who peepee'd in her post toasties, but it wasn't me. She lost playground priveledges, but only because we were too tired to take her there from fighting with her all day. She is 3 and a half and a ball of toddler emotion. She did however, get to go to Walmart with us tonight, but only because we couldn't really leave her home alone. What is the age we can start that? 4? Ok, sounds good ;). We went for plastic hangers, and came out with a whole lot more then plastic hangers. But then again, shopping with me is a whole lot more then plastic hangers. Shopping with me is an adventure down every aisle. It's like a celebration of happy times. It's like the Matt Damon's or Johnny Knoxville's (yum!) of the world unite and put on a Chippendale's show, because let's face, I want to see those 2 guys do a sultry strip tease for me! And for me only, because I am selfish like that. So yeah, I like to shop. Preferably without Johnny and Ella, but I take what I can get.

Ok, I took the plunge....

Now what do I do? I never thought I'd be the blogging type, but I need to do something to work on my insomnia. Like most things in life, I will either start to obsess over blogging, or my ADD kicks in and I give up. Only time will tell :).

Anyway, this past weekend was pretty good for the most part. Except the eleventybillion miles Johnny and I walked in Manhattan on Saturday. Oh, and the bum fight we saw there! Now that was exciting. NOT. It was actually rather disturbing. Nothing like seeing a crackwhore being plunged in the stomach with a cane by an old dude! And yes, we ran away fast! Thank God for a fast stroller, and a sleeping toddler, she didn't see a thing.

We started the morning taking the train to the World Trade Center, getting off there, and walking to Chinatown. We had lunch there, and took a subway to the Central Park area. We took a 2 hr. detour to FAO Schwartz, to fulfill a bribe made my me. I promised my scared-to-death-of-public-restrooms 3 year old a toy if she would just use the restroom in Banana Republic while we were on our way to Central Park. She took the bait, and I was happy to know that there wouldn't be any accidents in our near future. So, FAO Schwartz...... every rich kid's dream! After looking at everything from baby dolls to Barbie dolls, we hit the jackpot aisle: ballerina dress-up land! After debating on one absolutely gorgeous tu-tu and leotard for around $60, we found a set that came with a tu-tu, a wand, and wings, and it was purple and glittery to boot! It was love at first site for miss Ella, and at $36 plus tax, it was all hers.

So, off to Central Park. Strawberry Fields to be exact. I got some cute shots of Ella in full tu-tu couture, prancing around the John Lennon "Imagine" memorial. When I figure out how to post pics, I will. After an hour or so in the park, we headed to an eatery called Grey Papaya's. It was like a trillion blocks away. "Short blocks", as Johnny stated, to save himself from an ass kicking he was about to get. Short blocks they might be, but a trillion of them?? It was after eating we saw the bum fight. And ran. For our lives. Just kidding on the last part, I think. So we finally made it home in one piece. And allthough I absolutely LOVE living so close to NYC, it will be awhile before we go again. It's an exhausting place!