urban baby

Today was the urban baby shower. And it was fantastic! We threw the shower on the mom-to-be's friend's roof deck in Dumbo. As a side note: Dumbo stands for "down under the manhattan bridge overpass". It's a neighborhood in Brooklyn with gorgeous views!

It was a beautiful day and we had great weather.

Here's the dets:


mini quiches



Brooklyn bagels and cream cheese



The cookies were a huge hit!



And a New York cheesecake with fresh cherries. Another huge hit. I love huge hits.



And here is the mom to be in her "urban baby" wear. Can you believe she's due in 3 weeks? You can barely see the baby! Amazing.

Have a Lovely Weekend

another moment of fine parenting

Last night Andrew was testing his boundaries. And finally, at dinner, he earned himself a time out. So I marched him to his room, sat him on his bed and set his little timer for a 4 minute time out.

After the timer beeped I went and sat on his bed with him for our post-time out talk. The sun was streaming through his window and I had to shade my eyes with one hand during the talk. I said to him, "Andrew, listen. When I ask you to do something, you need to do it." I used my Serious Mama Voice and I hoped that my tone and words would compensate for my unusual keep-the-sun-out-my-eyes posture.

Nope.

As soon as Andrew heard that he needed to do what I asked of him, he looked at me wide eyed and serious and raised his little hand and shaded his eyes too.

Then we both melted in giggles.

And this has been another moment of fine parenting.

favors

This weekend is the Urban Baby Shower that I told you about a while ago. I am co-throwing it with another one of the mom-to-be's friends and when the three of us met, we decided to go with an "Urban Baby" theme. Mom-to-Be is not from New York (and really, who is?) and there are a lot of family flying in for the shower. So, it seemed fun to play up the city bit. Plus, we are throwing the shower on the co-thrower's roof deck in Dumbo. GOR. GEOUS.

So, while thinking over what exactly I wanted to do, I wondered how to make my end of things "urban baby". I really liked the idea of using the I Love New York logo. And I liked the idea of using the skyline. But what about the baby part? Then, as I was mulling over all of this one morning, I thought, "rubber ducks!" and moreover, "white rubber ducks" and then "white rubber ducks with I Love New York logos on their butts!" And then I spent the next few days congratulating myself for being so rad. So the idea, for better or worse, stuck.

And, it's safe to say that I've gone a little loony with the duck thing.

Today I made the favors. I made sugar cookies that are shaped like, well, you can see for yourself. And I think they look great! And I still love the white rubber duck idea even though I know half of the shower attendees will think to themselves "what's with all the white rubber ducks?" and the other half of the shower attendees won't notice. Either way, I'm sure I'll find a way to leave the shower feeling like an Urban Baby Shower Rockstar.

so far this morning

I have:

snuggled in bed with Isaac, who likes to sit back, looking all entitled, as he drinks his morning juice propped up on my pillow.

made berry scones with honey glaze.

been hugged to mere inches of my life after Andrew woke up from his first good sleep in a week.

ate two berry scones.

watched little mouths eat their own berry scones (2 each).

I have not:

made the beds.
cleaned up the berry scone mess in the kitchen.
dressed the boys.
put away the basket of clean laundry that I folded last night.

A good start to today. I love my job.




oh! And while we are talking about Tracy Morgan, I spotted him last night on my block. They were shooting a film and I stood on the corner across the street until I could say, "yup. That's Tracy Morgan." Can you see him? He's in the yellow shirt.



I am so famous.

climbing

Andrew was a climber. When he was Isaac's age, he climbed all the live long day. I'd have to pluck him off of the coffee table, the dining room chairs, our bedside tables, and once, the dining room table. He craved climbing.

Now that Isaac is Isaac's age, I now realize that Andrew was not a climber. Isaac is a climber. Andrew got up on the dining room table once. Isaac climbs up there every 20 minutes. I leave the room for a minute and up he goes. Once I caught him sitting cross-legged in the middle of the table sampling play-dough. Today I caught him sitting on the table splashing in the milk from Andrew's cereal bowl.

Andrew of course finds all of this hilarious.
I find it maddening.
Isaac really doesn't see what the big deal is. When I catch him, he stares at me blankly as though saying, "how is this different than sitting on the floor?"

I feel like a lot of mothers claim that they don't have favorites among their children. Or they claim that all of their children are their favorites. This is definitely not been the case for me. I have favorites all of the time. And it changes according to who is driving me batty.

Let's just say that right about now Andrew is One Cool Kid.
but next week, who knows?

holiday weekend