Sweet Pea Is A Rolling Stone


This...I did not expect!
This.....I was not prepared for!
This...............scares the crap out of me for crawling and walking!!!!!

That's right folks....my little sweet pea figured out the tough stuff....she rolled from back to tummy....BEFORE four months!!!!

Should I have been surprised?  Probably not.  She picked her head up at about 15 hours old and rolled from tummy to back at 6 weeks.   Progression of things...this is probably logical. 

I blame Father Time...that bastard.

I remember not too long ago my husband asked when she would do that.  My response "probably like six months" and we both exhaled a huge sigh of relief.

My daughter is already keeping us on our toes!!!!

You see it all started about a week ago when we were having family cuddle time and she rolled over in the bed.  I thought to myself "oh what a cute little trick!  There is NO way she could do that again!  No way!  As a matter of fact, I am almost CERTAIN that my body made a slope on the mattress for her (THANK YOU COOKIES!!!) and that's why it was so easy".  

And I moved on (and ate less cookies).

Then a night or two later, she did it in her sleep.  NO WAY! FLUKE!!!!!

Then the real test, I put her in her pack and play for ONE MINUTE so I could pee.  I come out and she is on her stomach....WTF?!?!?!??  

And it has been non stop ever since......she is flopping around so much that I have learned a new emotion at night


My sweet pea loves to sleep face down on the mattress.  For a few nights, my husband and I were seriously  taking turns watching her!    Then we bought the ANGEL CARE


It is so obviously called Angel Care because you can finally sleep enough that you hear angels singing in the morning!!!  

So this is it folks...our new way of life.  I have a roller who is now four months old. 

Um...attention Father Time, if you even THINK about making her crawl soon.....I'm coming after you!  If you think Mother Nature  is a bitch....you just wait.....Hell hath no fury like a momma who isn't ready for her daughter to do "big girl" type stuff yet!


What a Difference a Year Makes!

One year ago today, I ignored an important phone call. 

One year ago today, I waited ten minutes before listening to the message. 

One year ago today, I had to listen to that message twice. 

One year ago today, my life changed forever!

One year ago today, for the first time EVER, I found out I was pregnant!

365 days of being with her.

365 days of wondering what I ever did without her...how I ever functioned before her!

365 days of her getting to know me inside and out.

365 days of love....the kind that takes your breath away.....makes you believe in eternal happiness....

365 days of the kind of love that makes you a better person. 

I spent 10,996 days of my life without her....now I don't think I'd ever be able to spend a minute that way. 

I love you my baby Sweet Pea <3


I am human.

I have emotions.

I have a hard shell on the outside....but inside I am just mush. 

I love big and fight big.  This is what comes along with having a HUGE passionate heart. 

I am outspoken....


....and as my husband can attest to...at times relentless!

I'm protective of my loved ones (as most of us are).  I would do ANYTHING for my close family and friends. 

Over time, I have learned that sharing blood with someone doesn't make you a family. 

I've also learned that having no relation doesn't mean you aren't family!

I am tired of feeling hurt, rejected, ignored!

I have come to realize that the only people I want in my life and my daughter's life are those who want and need us in theirs. 

It's truly that simple!


Sunday Dinner

Each and every Sunday growing up, my family would pack into the car and head into Brooklyn.  Each and every Sunday, we would leave later than we were supposed to...stop at the delicious bakery for pastries...and sit in Sunday traffic.  Each and every Sunday my parents discussed how they would blame traffic for us being late...

Each and every Sunday, we went to Grandma and Grandpa's house.  

Being at my grandparents wasn't particularly fun.  Yes my older cousin was there but we were POLAR opposites.  She was the tom-boy who played sports...I was the girl in the skirts who didn't like to be dirty.  There was never ANY good TV on....as a matter of fact..nothing will give me chills faster now than the theme of MASH! 

The adults always sat around laughing, while us kids were trying to fend for ourselves trying to find something to do.  We played cards and bounced a blue ball in the hall at each other for what felt like HOURS!  We would sit on the stoop...anything just to keep busy...anything to waste the time to dinner...

On the way home, I remember having to listen to 70's disco flashback night and thinking that I wanted to rip my ears off my head.  My mom often had to stop at the deli and I remember a faint fragrance of bologna and ham as she purchased the meat for our sandwiches for the school week. 

As a child, Sunday's at Grandma's were dreaded.

When I decided that I was moving away for college, I wanted to go far.  I knew if I didn't leave NY then...I wouldn't and at 18, I felt the need to do something BIGGER.  Our Sunday dinners had ended a year before when my grandparents decided to move to Arizona.  I decided to go with them.  I attended college and was fortunate enough to live with my grandparents.  It was like Sunday dinner every night...except my parents were missing, my siblings were missing, my aunt and uncle and my cousin were all missing. 

Two years later, my parents made the big jump and joined us in Arizona with my sister and brother.  We were basically all together again.  I was able to respect my family now as a young adult, not view them as an embarrassing burden to a teenager. I came to LOVE going to my grandparents house....I enjoyed the conversation I had with them over the table as we talked about anything and everything.  I often chose this as my Saturday night...I still wouldn't have it ANY other way. 

When my husband and I finally got married, I had to move to San Diego to be with him.  I once again had to leave my family..with hopes of starting my own.  My husband and I, both native New Yorkers who had Sunday dinner each and every weekend, found out pretty quickly raising children out West wasn't for us.  We met lots of wonderful people but with most people, we found our values were different.  It's hard to explain.  I am not saying in ANY way that our values are better or worse....they were just different.  Something we both found uncomfortable. 

We knew we wanted to raise our family back East.  The opportunity came to move back and we JUMPED on it! We now have Sweet Pea and we are doing everything we wanted to.......

......except Sunday dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's. 

All of Sweet Pea's immediate family lives in different states.  Arizona and Florida to be exact.  With each day that passes, and as she begins to learn and explore new things, my heart hurts.  I find myself trying to explain to my mother in words the cute things she does.  I always try to get a picture in time or a video but it doesn't always work. 

What hurts my heart the most....Sweet Pea will not know those Sunday dinners. 

At 18 years old, I thought I had it all figured out.  I was getting away.  Spreading my wings.  I figured I knew where I was going....

and today I realize, I only ever wanted to be home! 


The Best Five Years of My Life

We have been married five years today!!   Even at our worst, this has been the BEST five years of my life....

(I totally stole this idea off my friend Beth...Thanks Beffy!)

I love you babe!


SLEEPING SWEET PEA!!!!!! (this is Caps and exclamation points exciting)

For the past few nights, Sweet Pea has slept OVER 8 HOURS!  Now this might not be a big deal to some of you (in particular my friend whose daughter sleeps about 22 of the 24 hours in a day....love you LV). However, here in this house, THIS IS HUGE! 

I almost feel like I won the lottery....or an award of some type......

She likes me ....She really likes me!!!! Oh gosh, I don't even know where to start....

First and foremost, I would like to thank God and Jesus for inventing the Catholic religion, making my parents be a part of it, and teaching me (almost obsessively) that my daughter needs to be christened. *takes two fingers, kisses my lips, puts them up in the air as I look and point at the ceiling...I do this repeatedly...because let's face it...it's the cool thing to do while receiving an award and giving a speech*

I would like to thank the barrage of  people that have come to visit my daughter all at once and have argued over holding her, keeping her awake from her much needed naps.

I would also like to thank my little nephew who is a ball of energy that my daughter has been watching intently....this is obviously tiring her out!

I would like to thank the priest who dumped holy water all over her face by accident, scaring her from ever enjoying future baths.

I would also like to thank that same priest for putting so much holy oil in her hair that I can't seem to wash out.  She smells like a funeral home and looks like she belongs with the Thunderbirds in the movie Grease.

Obviously both of these things are making her sleep better.  

Out of all the three people that have watched her overnight (in the next room over because I'm crazy obsessive), I'm honored and touched she chose ME to sleep through the night for.  This was such a talented group....

And lastly I would like to thank you my friends for showing me the jealously of a sleeping-through-the-night baby...for which I am able to appreciate this and to humbly accept this award!

Thank y- AND SHE'S UP!


I Had A Mommy Brain Moment

The lack of sleep is getting to me.....

......or maybe I was born an honorary "blonde".  

I've done some silly things in my life.  For the most part, I'm a smart cookie.  I even have a Master's degree.  I can hold my own in a conversation.  I have my own opinions (and as many can attest to...I am not afraid to use them).

But I have these moments....these moments of pure "Why the hell did I just do that?".....

It was easy to blame on pregnancy brain before....now I will have to blame it on mommy brain...

So you want to know what I did huh?  


I was washing my face before bed last night.  Used my favorite facial cleaner.  Rinse...pat dry.  I then grabbed my astringent, because let's face it, this baby has not been kind to my skin.  I put it on a cotton ball and began applying it to my face as I thought of the bajillion things I need to get done. 

After I rubbed it on 75% of my face, I began to realize it was burning more than normal....then I realized the smell!! OH THAT SMELL

My dear friends...I was not using astringent on my face....I was using NAIL POLISH REMOVER!!!!!!

I grabbed a cloth and started scrubbing!  I rewashed my face TWICE.  There was no way around it.  My skin was RED!  I kept a cool cloth on my skin til the burning stopped....all the while shaking my head in disbelief.

You better BELIEVE, I thanked God that this didn't happen the morning of the christening!

In my defense, they are the same color and they were right next to each other.  That's what I get for cleaning up my bathroom counter and putting all the things I use frequently in one basket. 

I prepared myself for the abomination that might have been my face this morning...but luckily, nothing...and that pimple on my forehead is even gone now  (do not try this at home folks!!!)

Moral of the story: Do not go tired! But  if you have to go tired... do not keep nail polish remover and astringent in the same place!!