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Too insane for my taste...it began in an organized manner and quickly turned to shit somewhere around Thursday. The big workload came Thursday. I had to design and typeset two newsletters for the blind. The BLIND. Then came the stupid emergency jobs: a menu, a logo, and two brochures. As I type this the jobs are being uploaded to the job. Thankfully, the medical publishing folks approved my projects and stayed away.
I am friggin' exhausted.
So is my son.
My son has missed his naps since Saturday. That's two a day. TWO. And he sleeps nine hours at night. He is miserable. And tonight we will find ourselves on an airplane and he's guaranteed to be awake for that because it's all his father talks about. I'm thankul this is only a 5.5 hour flight across the pond. If this was the 11-hour one into Athens, I'd shoot myself.
Are we packed? Kinda sorta. My luggage has CAT HAIR all over it because Zeus freeaks out when he sees them and feels the need to sit on them, or rub against them. I'll have to clean them up before we leave. Because I have time to do that. Yeah. The cat also scatched the shit out of my arm because he saw me packing. I love this cat dearly, but he's a friggin' nut. He is currently sleeping next to my keyboard and I am typing under his tail.
OH. And how can I forget THIS. My son climbs out of his crib now. Regularly. Without falling. He can also turn a doorknob. This wasn't something he was able to do, successfully anyway, as of last week. Several times this weekend, I found him standing behind me or standing in the foyer...George Michael's "Freedom" playing in the background and stuff.
The part to convert his crib to a toddler bed is on order.
Here's a question...Kennedy Airport to Heathrow...stroller or no stroller? I'm saying yes. Husband is battling me with a no.
This morning my son came to me complaining about his jeans. Mommy, too tight...too TIGHT. I loosened the straps at the waist and he went off happily. The jeans, purchased a few weeks ago, are a size 18-24 month. They were big on him. (sigh)
Then he turned on the DVD player, inserted a disc and hit "play." A Baby Einstein video began and babies were all over the screen. The czar tried to strike up a conversation with them. Using pronouns. And he threw an apostrophe s into the mix— which may very well be normal for his age, but he's only been exposed to the language for ten months and I wasn't expecting to hear them: YOU baby (pointing to the screen) MY baby (pointing to himself) Mommy's baby pointing to himself again.
Then we had our first conversational battle.
Me: It's time for a little nonny (nap).
the czar: NO.
Me: I think you need one...
the czar: NO! Sit there chair.
Me: It's time to do a little nonny now...
the czar: Mommeeeee, no nonny nowwww.
And then he fell asleep...
I just can't get over how my son is changing and growing...right before my eyes. And I know this is how it works with kids, but still. I need more baby time. How can I get him to slow down?
This just in...my neighbor's father is watching her son. He doesn't do diapers...guess who had to change a bomb? I won't go into how a person can let a child sit in shit for hours on end, but I don't get it.
There isn't much happening around here. Yesterday we stayed inside because it was cold and nasty. We spent the day playing with cars, cooking in our play kitchen, watching Thomas the Tank Engine and eating everything in sight. His current favorites are yogurt, almonds and grapes. My current favorite is the bag of M & Ms on the counter.
Interest in the potty is dying off because he realized that just because you sit on the potty doesn't mean you're entitled to a Costco-sized bag of M & Ms, which is fine with me. When he's ready, he'll let me know...in the meantime I've got that Costco-sized bag calling my name.
I've decided to tidy up around here...like the new header? It is a glimpse of St. Petersburg through Kate's eyes. I love Kate's photos because she manages to capture the things that caught my eye while I was in the city...the reflection of buildings in the Neva, the architecture, the nature....not really touristy stuff. This is one of my favorites and Kate has graciously given me permission to include it on my blog. Thank you, Kate!
We leave for vacation a week from today. Holy crap... I am not ready for this European excursion. I have a lot of shopping and laundry to do...and I think my bathroom is getting remodeled while we're gone...and my bosses discovered I was leaving so my in-box is packed with emergencies. The good news is that there's lots of family in England and Greece who are very excited to see us and meet the czar. The crew in London (whom I adore) owes me an authentic fish & chips meal and a few shots of something while Yia-Yia has vowed to stuff us with food while in Greece. My only issue is that I don't speak Greek so I am completely lost there, even with my Beginner Greek book. There's no way for me to properly convey "No really, I can't eat another bite" while they pile my plate with Greek goodness and wait for me to pick up my fork.
And my poor mother in law has no idea that her home will be destoyed by the czar.
But hey, I'll have a computer to blog on.
Hope everyone had a great Mother's Day...I, for one, am exhausted. After the day's festivities came to a close and the czar was fast asleep, Zach and I ended up watching Jackass, the Movie. I laughed at those jackasses for a good two hours. Then I ended up working last night and went to bed reaaalllly late...then the czar woke up at 5 for no apparent reason. It's 9:25 and he's asleep. I think I may have to take advantage of this and get a nap in so I can function...by the way, Matt Lauer did not call my home with an apology. Oh well...and my son looks HUGE in this photo. I can't handle it. Have I mentioened we made 27 pounds?
to those with their kids at home...
to those waiting for The Call...
I wish you a Happy Mother's Day.
(And don't give me crap about Mother's Day if you're waiting...you're expecting like everyone else, so you're a mommy. Celebrate it with a massive cheesecake. So there!)
There's a campaign going on...and I stole this information from another blog:
A phone number to call and complain (1-800-Teleflora - 1-800-225-7435) and this information if you want to write a complaint-AFM TV LLC
11444 W. Olympic Blvd., 10th Floor
Los Angeles, CA 90064
Attn: Chief Legal Officer
Fax: (310) 966-5758
People are emailing the Today Show - Today@NBCUNI.com and some are even emailing Donnie and Marie to send complaints. Someone called this number 212-664-4249 and got a live person to complain to (whom she said agreed with her).
Personally, I will be emailing the Today Show. I'd like to see them do a positive adoption story to make up for all of this.
and I'm still not satisfied...
I am thankful that this "Non-Mom" term was eliminated. Seeing that really rubbed me the wrong way..and I am thankful that my reaction was addressed via an email from the show and a comment from the PR agency hired by Teleflora...hey, there's even an apology on the show's page, but as Susan and Lisa L. have stated in the comments: The "non" title was heinous, but keeping adoptive moms in the category with grandparents and step parents, and not simply with "moms," still makes pretty much the same statement!
And I have to wonder...where's the category for Best Mom Via IUI/IVF?
Still won't be tuning in...
In response to my email:
Thank you for contacting Teleflora to share your thoughts about the "Teleflora presents America's Favorite Mom" program. In response to your concerns, Teleflora is immediately changing the name of our "Non-Mom" category to "Adopting Moms." After closer examination, we can see how this may have been offensive to moms who have adopted children -- moms who are indeed real moms to their children in every sense of the word. In fact, many of us at Teleflora are "adopting" parents ourselves, including our president and owner. The essence of this category still focuses on a grandparent, neighbor, step mom, or mom to adopted or foster children, each one raising and loving a child.
This show of insensitivity on our part was in no way intended and we deeply apologize for any concern or distress we may have caused. It was always our intent to salute and celebrate all moms.
In closing, all of us at Teleflora would like to offer our sincerest best wishes to all the many women throughout the world who have worked so hard and given so much to earn the name "Mom."
Sincerely,
The America's Favorite Mom Team