The Dr. is In

I don’t remember the first Dr. Seuss book I read but I do remember when my mom told me I was too old to read them. We were heading out to the supermarket to grab a few things, less than a 5 minute drive away. I’d received my weekly package of Dr. Seuss books and asked if I could bring them along for the ride. My mom agreed and I happily sat in the back of the car silently thumbing through the pages. As we were pulling into the parking lot I announced: ” DONE!” signifying I’d read the 3 books that had come in the mail. My mom parked, craned her neck around and surveyed me for a moment.  Then she said, and I’ll never forget this, “I guess you’re too old for those books.”. 

Have more untrue words ever been uttered? Being too old for Dr. Seuss is like being too old to have too much dessert or go down a slide at a playground. 

It’s impossible. 

My favorites were (and still are) Wacky Wednesday, I Am Not Going to Get up Today (what kid didn’t relate to that book?), and Oh, Say Can You Say (a book that can still leave my tongue in knots). 

So, it may or may not be a coincidence that Julian has always been a devourer of books. At 2 months old, his crinkly book was one of his favorite activities. He’d sit on my lap for an hour just staring at the pages, crinkling them, and hearing me talk about the animals. For months we read board books religiously while I pined for the huge stack of picture books collecting dust in the book shelves. Around 11 months, Julian still didn’t have the patience to sit through a whole book. I know because every other week I tried. 

That is, until we read Are You My Mother?

He sat on the edge of my lap and went through all the emotions: he was excited when the egg cracked, laughed at each of the animal noises (and joins along), jumped at the “snort”, and smiled when the bird was reunited with his Mama. 

Now he requests that I read him Dr. Seuss while he stacks blocks. I’m, of course, more than happy to oblige. 

I’ve now discovered and become particularly fond of The Nose Book and The Tooth Book.  

So when the What Pet Should I Get arrived in the mail he was just as excited as I was to dive right into it. 

The book is of a collectible quality with pages at the back from the publisher explaining how the lost story was found, crafter into a book by the Random House team, and some words about the doctor himself. I’ve already decided we must buy another so that we can keep one in mint condition for Julian to read to his children one day. 

For now, this will become a bedtime staple. I can’t wait until Julian can tell me which animal he thinks the children took home. 


This is why I write

When I was in middle school we had to write a book report on a Science Fiction book. I had my dad take me to the library that weekend, my favorite place in the whole world, and I took out Logan’s Run along with about 9 other books that had nothing to do with my book report. I spent the next week devouring that stack of books but couldn’t bring myself to read Logan’s run. Thursday night, with my deadline hanging over my head, I made up a story based on the back of the book’s description and decided to take my chances. I was lazy, but I was creative (and a little brave).

That morning, instead of collecting our reports, the teacher said we’d spend the morning reading them aloud. I began to sweat. It was one thing to embellish a book report, but a whole oral presentation? I didn’t know if I had it in me. When it was my turn, after a dozen or so incredible boring book reports, I went up and shakily began my report. I began tentatively at first but I quickly realized my made-up story had everyone on the edge of their seat. At the end of my 3 page report (double spaced, font size 12, Times New Roman), my peers gave me a round of applause, which for 4th graders is a big deal. The teacher was peering at me suspiciously (as she usually did as this is the age I became increasingly slick) but I realized she hadn’t read Logan’s Run herself and wasn’t about the spend her weekend investigating. This was before wikipedia, thank goodness.

So I got an A, which was awesome, and it was one of the first times I realized how fun it is to be creative.

That’s something I want to pass along to my son.

But not the sneakiness… let’s hope that skips a generation.

This is how I became a Stay at Home Mom

I don’t really consider myself a stay-at-home-mom, but after being home for 15 months that’s exactly what I am.

Staying home for this long was never the plan.
The plan was to stay home through the summer, the summer of 2014 to be precise, and then move, down south to be precise, and start a new life as a newly expanded family. Of course, that didn’t happen. We still live in the Bronx in the apartment we’ve lived in for 4 years, which we’ve now completely outgrown, and we are trying to move but now we’re planning on going out west. Sound a little all over the place? That’s because it is and for me and my ocd brain, that’s a tough pill to swallow.
I plan things out to the most minute detail and don’t like when things are left to chance. Weddings, weekends, vacations, and everything in between is planned out to the millisecond. Flying by the seat of my pants is not my style. I like things to be planned, organized, and executed to precision.
But I’m a mom now so the only thing I can count on is nothing ever going as I’ve planned… and that’s okay.
As far as embracing my new role- I absolutely love it. It’s everything I was meant to be. I know I may not be able to stay home with my little guy forever but for right now I’m enjoying every day, hour, minute, and second of his company.

Well, not every second. But 99% of them.

Just call me: Mom

Ever since I was a young girl I’ve wanted to be a Mom. Before I became one I’d spent years imagining every part of motherhood: from being pregnant, to the birth, to caring for a newborn and raising a child. While some things are as I had imagined (very few if I’m honest) motherhood has been a huge curveball for me.

The most important thing I’ve learned, and the only advice I ever give to expectant moms, is that you need to parent your own way- trust your mama instincts, do what works best for your child and family, and disregard all other comments and advice you get that doesn’t work for your child and family.

This is my safe space- to document my life, my opinions, my passions: cooking, DIY-ing, party planning, and my greatest passion of all: being a mom to my little guy and a wife to my big guy.