At one month old the boys are developing distinct personalities and physical characteristics. The funny thing is that as they are growing older their mannerisms become more and more alike.
Can you tell them, apart?
Hints:
Vladimir is one minute older
Waylon is 6 ounces heavier
Waylon is one inch longer
Vladimir is usually more serious
Good Luck!
Friday, September 22, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
Tea Partay
This is hysterical. Thanks to Tony C for sending it our way. Now that we live in Connecticut I suppose we deserved it.
It is an ad campaign and we are doing exactly what the agency wanted us to do, passing it along. Well, I say kudols to them for a job well done. This is viral marketing at it's best. I only wish it was my account and that Ernie wrote the track.
Anyway, enjoy.
http://www.teapartay.com/
I can't figure out how to get the actual video to play on the blog so you have to click through, sorry.
It is an ad campaign and we are doing exactly what the agency wanted us to do, passing it along. Well, I say kudols to them for a job well done. This is viral marketing at it's best. I only wish it was my account and that Ernie wrote the track.
Anyway, enjoy.
http://www.teapartay.com/
I can't figure out how to get the actual video to play on the blog so you have to click through, sorry.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
Christie Todd Whitman is Full of Shit
She is trying to say that she didn't say that the air at Ground Zero was safe to breathe after 9/11. Bull shit!
I was there. I had bloody noses for days whenever I went outside in Brooklyn.
We worried about the air we were breathing and eagerly awaited her environmental report. Ernie and I both had several visits to the doctor for treatment for upper respiratory problems for months after 9/11. When Ms. Whitman declared the air was safe we said "She is full of shit! Who does the government think they are fooling?"
We knew that years later this would come up and bite someone in the ass. We knew that people would suffer from disease and illness. We were not fooled.
Why do they think they can get away with this? They had to say the air was clean in order to keep people working to clean up the mess. In order to keep people riding the subways. In order to keep businesses in business, encouraging employees to continue to go to work.
Pathetic.
I was there. I had bloody noses for days whenever I went outside in Brooklyn.
We worried about the air we were breathing and eagerly awaited her environmental report. Ernie and I both had several visits to the doctor for treatment for upper respiratory problems for months after 9/11. When Ms. Whitman declared the air was safe we said "She is full of shit! Who does the government think they are fooling?"
We knew that years later this would come up and bite someone in the ass. We knew that people would suffer from disease and illness. We were not fooled.
Why do they think they can get away with this? They had to say the air was clean in order to keep people working to clean up the mess. In order to keep people riding the subways. In order to keep businesses in business, encouraging employees to continue to go to work.
Pathetic.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Being a Mom
Hmmm...while my sons are sound asleep in their dad's studio and I sit here contemplating my new breast pump, I decided I might write down some thoughts about being a mom. I need something to distract me from figuring out the breast pump thing-y, I have been putting it off for a week now and just can't seem to stop procrastinating about it.
Being a mom.
Being a mom also means being up in the wee hours of the morning, hanging out with two relatively strange boys. Sort of like college when I would be up at all hours of the morning hanging out with relatively strange boys. Only now I am painfully sober and can look into the eyes of these guys knowing they will be around, loving me for years to come, rather than wondering whether or not they will call me if I give them my number before we part ways.
Being a mom means sacrificing meals in order to make sure my boys are fed. This seems to be counterintuitive since I need nutrition in order to make nutrition to feed them. But it is nearly impossbile to find time to eat let alone shop or cook. Luckily my own mother has been keeping us stocked up on food and has been feeding us at least once per day. As I feed my children my mother feeds me. The circle of life thing lives on.
Being a mom means being in love with two little guys who can hardly hold their eyes open long enough to focus on my face. Two little guys you can hold in one hand each. Two little guys who are smaller than my cats.
Being a mom means you can wipe up poop from your hands/clothes/furniture, etc. without giving it a second thought.
Being a mom means when you think of buying a new car the most important thing is how many air bags it has, if it has stability control and whether or not a folded up tandem stroller will fit in the back when you have several bags of groceries. It's like a switch is thrown in your brain. Suddenly that convertible seems like a death trap and how did I ever drive one?
It's pretty cool so far. Right now I am being paged by my second born son who is probably extremely hungry and has poop in his pants. Looks like I am on. See ya.
Just call me Mommy.
Being a mom.
So far being a mom means sacrificing my body for the sake of growing healthy babies. Luckily for me I have been rewarded with ZERO stretch marks and have already lost 20 pounds more than I gained while gestating. That puts me at a 50 pound weight loss after two weeks. Not bad. A pretty nice pay off after allowing myself to blow up like a Macy's Parade balloon. Of course the other pay off is two healthy happy baby boys!
Leaving for Hospital
10 days post-partum
Leaving for Hospital
10 days post-partumBeing a mom also means being up in the wee hours of the morning, hanging out with two relatively strange boys. Sort of like college when I would be up at all hours of the morning hanging out with relatively strange boys. Only now I am painfully sober and can look into the eyes of these guys knowing they will be around, loving me for years to come, rather than wondering whether or not they will call me if I give them my number before we part ways.
Being a mom means sacrificing meals in order to make sure my boys are fed. This seems to be counterintuitive since I need nutrition in order to make nutrition to feed them. But it is nearly impossbile to find time to eat let alone shop or cook. Luckily my own mother has been keeping us stocked up on food and has been feeding us at least once per day. As I feed my children my mother feeds me. The circle of life thing lives on.
Being a mom means being in love with two little guys who can hardly hold their eyes open long enough to focus on my face. Two little guys you can hold in one hand each. Two little guys who are smaller than my cats.
Being a mom means you can wipe up poop from your hands/clothes/furniture, etc. without giving it a second thought.
Being a mom means when you think of buying a new car the most important thing is how many air bags it has, if it has stability control and whether or not a folded up tandem stroller will fit in the back when you have several bags of groceries. It's like a switch is thrown in your brain. Suddenly that convertible seems like a death trap and how did I ever drive one?
It's pretty cool so far. Right now I am being paged by my second born son who is probably extremely hungry and has poop in his pants. Looks like I am on. See ya.
Just call me Mommy.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Happy 40th Anniversary!
To my Mom and Dad! Wow, 40 years. I can't even imagine that, and I was there to witness most of those years.
Sorry - no big parties have been planned to mark the day. I was busy birthing babies (one if whom has an extremely smelly diaper right now, and is not impressed that I am managing to post a blog entry while he sits in his poop) and such.
I do have to congratulate them on achieveing such a milestone. I honestly don't know at times how they could stand one another, but then again I think about it and realize that they are truly the only two people who COULD stand one another. And I mean that in the best possible way. Their honesty and openness is a great example for the rest of us (well, for me anyway), in achieving long term success. They are definitely not afraid to voice their feelings or opinions to one another or to others and I think that is wonderful.
Thanks mom and dad, and congratulations!!!
Sorry - no big parties have been planned to mark the day. I was busy birthing babies (one if whom has an extremely smelly diaper right now, and is not impressed that I am managing to post a blog entry while he sits in his poop) and such.
I do have to congratulate them on achieveing such a milestone. I honestly don't know at times how they could stand one another, but then again I think about it and realize that they are truly the only two people who COULD stand one another. And I mean that in the best possible way. Their honesty and openness is a great example for the rest of us (well, for me anyway), in achieving long term success. They are definitely not afraid to voice their feelings or opinions to one another or to others and I think that is wonderful.
Thanks mom and dad, and congratulations!!!
Ernesto
Yesterday it rained. And it poured. Trees came down all over our suburban neighborhood - including one on top of our garage.
Ernie climbed up to the roof and - assisted by our elderly Italian neighbor - chain-sawed the limbs, braving the 7o mph winds to do so. I chose to stay in the bedroom and nurse the babies rather than watch him. It only pissed me off that he couldn't wait to climb up there in the middle of the storm. So I ignored him. He is sitting here grumbling now as I write this because I am not presenting his "side", and I am explaining that this is my blog so why would I present his side? But anyway he states for the record that he was trying to be a good dad and "protect our investment" and make sure the limbs didn't break off even more and put a huge hole in the roof. So there - that is his side. He adds that it was a "calculated risk", even though last evening he told me that he almost died on the roof. If it were up to me I would have let a tree professional come out and cut the fallen limb and trim the rest of the tree as well. Or at least would have waited until the storm passed before getting up on the ladder. But what do I know? I am just a milk machine.
Our friends from The City braved the storm and we had a baby play date in the evening. The husbands thought it funny to walk around mooing.....they don't call it a nursery for nothing, especially when there are four babies under the age of four months.
I can just see the embarassment value of this photo in about 12 years when little Simon, Waylon, Vladi and Leia hit puberty...
Ernie climbed up to the roof and - assisted by our elderly Italian neighbor - chain-sawed the limbs, braving the 7o mph winds to do so. I chose to stay in the bedroom and nurse the babies rather than watch him. It only pissed me off that he couldn't wait to climb up there in the middle of the storm. So I ignored him. He is sitting here grumbling now as I write this because I am not presenting his "side", and I am explaining that this is my blog so why would I present his side? But anyway he states for the record that he was trying to be a good dad and "protect our investment" and make sure the limbs didn't break off even more and put a huge hole in the roof. So there - that is his side. He adds that it was a "calculated risk", even though last evening he told me that he almost died on the roof. If it were up to me I would have let a tree professional come out and cut the fallen limb and trim the rest of the tree as well. Or at least would have waited until the storm passed before getting up on the ladder. But what do I know? I am just a milk machine.Our friends from The City braved the storm and we had a baby play date in the evening. The husbands thought it funny to walk around mooing.....they don't call it a nursery for nothing, especially when there are four babies under the age of four months.
I can just see the embarassment value of this photo in about 12 years when little Simon, Waylon, Vladi and Leia hit puberty...
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