Miami Fashion

Since we got here M has been covering herself in jewels from head to toe (two of her three aunts are away at sleep away camp and she is taking full advantage) with a pink brimmed hat and other accessories to complete her Miami fashion. Today we went to the mall and as I browsed at the Gap and she molested the mannequins and added scarves to them, she asked me if I was looking for "that magic touch." This girl cracks me up. Needless to say, I bought a couple of items on sale, none of which look great on me- there is no magic touch when you are flaccid with as J reminded me "a fat belly like when you had the babies in you." What a peach.

Some more interesting lines that I have jotted down since we got here:

J told me that he was going to be taller than me when he was 100. I told him I would be dead. He sadly asked "who will take me to get my shots then?"

As I pumped milk for the babies, M cheered "pump girl pump."

When I agreed to something that she wanted, "How can I thank you? I will do anything you want."

As we drove away from the airport J asked as he pointed to my dad "Who is that guy driving?"

When I told J something he did not want to do he told me that his "ears are not working" and " I hate mothers who talk like that."

As I jotted this all down, M asked if I was putting it on Facebook. When I asked her what that was, she confidently replied "a place where you horde messages.":

M asked me about believing in g-d; "do you have to choose one side?"

J asked me if he could take "hide and seek classes."

The Opposite

of yesterday is today. J awoke sans vomit in the bucket. Babies only woke up once. I got up and pumped. Went for a power walk with VH and the babies. Nice breakfast with my sister A. Sun is out. Looks promising.

Down To A Science

the puking
J lay like a rag all day, sleeping intermittently.
At 5pm he sprung into action and was hungry. Gobbled up crackers and a banana.
Dinner time I called him. He came with a bucket (that I gave him last night) full of vomit. "I vomited" he told me non-chalantly, Guess he's still sick.

V freaked out each time I suggested he breast feed and I gave in and gave him a bottle once and food for lunch too. Not sure what is up with him but he screams as if I were trying to kill him. And I will not pump a bottle for every meal to suit his fancy.

Off to a (I hope) non-eventful night. Stay tuned for funny lines from a few days back.

Never EVER a Dull Moment

J puked it up all night. F slept with him on a paper thin mattress on the floor, with poor M and tia A in the puke scented room. Babies woke up as usual, food was not a magic antidote like I hoped. J has a fever and it is raining. Woo hoo! Help!

At Bedtime..

M-I want to go to paradise when I grow up.
Me-What's that?
M-Isn't it a country?
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Just because there is never a dull moment here. As we sat at dinner we heard M scream. J was sitting in a pool of puke and continuing to puke. Pobrecito.

M's comment:
I wanted everyone to be happy and now that J threw up I don't think it is possible.

When I offered water..
M-Last time I threw up and had water it made my throw up stickier so it is my advice to not have water

Food Glorious Food!

AleVit tried food today and they LOVED it. V tried to rip the spoon out of my hand and he hardly left a drop of his vitina (semolina). A was not as enthused but ate her fair share. While she ate he seemed to be jealous and to want more. M had her first food 6 years and change ago in Miami as well. May the eating begin and may the sleeping be harder and  longer!

Welcome to MIA

We are here. I did not die. In fact, I am almost 100% well. Just to test the waters I ate like a maniac as soon as I got here. Oops. I hope I will be fine. My mother, an amateur Freudette, says I got sick because my body told me to SLOW down. Maybe. We arrived. I will skip how horrible I think Spirit airlines is and what a f*(&#)$g ordeal it was to get through security etc with only 4 hands and 4 kids and 100 bags. The children all behaved beautifully on the plane, which resembled a cattle truck. Off for a stroll.. More later.

A Slow Death

no energy
feel like crap
did dentist and camp meeting and almost did not make it pack in time
need to pack
and get better
how can I travel like this?
pronto!

Dying

I have some sort of stomach bug or food poisoning that led to serious problems during the night. How will I nurse, function etc without any fluid intake and so much output? I am taking small sips of water and hoping for the stomach churning to subside so I can do what I have to do (go to the dentist, pt, pack, have a camp meeting). Off to try to pump.

J The Man

We spent the better part of today without M, who was at a party, leaving the floor to J. Here are some of his lines from today-

Is Santa rich? Does he buy ir make the toys?

Do you get 100 shots when you just turn a grown up?

I am so hungry I amgoign to eat both of you, and the two babies.

How much do I pound (he meant weigh)? How much when I am 40? How about when I am a grown up?

We discovered He-Man on Netflix today, bringing back a bunch of memories of my brother as a little boyu and all of his He-Man toys. F also commented on the toys he had from the series. J wanted to know where they were now.

F-I do not know. I do no have them anymore.

J- You did not know you were going to have me so you did not save them?

This Am

When I am a grown up will you be alive?
Me- M, I will only be 47 when you finish high school!

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F observed M "taking" stuff out of our bathroom cabinet and slipping it into her backpack. It was wart medicine (in the shape of a chapstick). M said she really needed it to give her friend who has one. A future doctor? Or pusher? Or thief? Hmm.

So Glad

that I did not work today
that gay marriage was legalized in the great state of New York
that I went to Costco today AND also cooked and ate lots of my farm share (I love it!)
Nice birthday party in the park
Almost napped
V freaked out in the pm and would scream when I tried to nurse him (A was fine with it so no, I did not have hot pepper on my nipples or anything like that that you may be thinking) and only stopped acting like I was slitting his throat when F gave him a bottle.
Psyched for Miami trip on Tues
Not excited to pack
or to do the various work items that I must do for my two other summer jobs before I leave
I am rambling
And I should pump
and change my Brita filter which is taking a looong time to fill
Buona notte!

J to V

I am sorry, but you will be human
Me- what do you mean?

J- He will not be a super hero.

DF II A NO GO

too tired
F too tired
I want him to feed the baby
so maybe we try tomorrow
M and V took a bath together today
it was sweet
always nice to spend time with a reduced number of children
A was asleep and J at BT at a reunion
Off to sleep or try to
7am meeting to walk with mother unit
glad one summer job is done
two more to do
ay ay ay

DF II

DF I did not work at all. He was eating at 11pm and busting my chops at 2:50am. In the effort to be sincere in my attempt at this technique, I will give el gordo a bigger bottle tonight (it pains me to use pumped milk like this) and see if it yields any results.
Last night was better and still too much action for my taste.
More later.

Dream Feed

V is taking a bottle (I hope not in vain) that I just pumped. This is to see if a late snack (AleVit goes down at 7:30 like MoJo now) will prevent V from waking up all f*&#^$%^%g night long. Last night was a nightmare. I went to bed after midnight because F was out and forgot his keys (dinner with tía D was lovely though) and right after my head hit the pillow, the baby party began. V is really the culprit. Doctor told me food would not be a solution necessarily, but I think it has to help. She suggested, and many weeks later, this "dream feed." He is sucking it down but I do not think that means anything. If I could eat in my sleep I would too, but that does not mean that I am hungry right? Let's see if he sleeps MORE tonight. I need it. Come on pupo!

When I Explained How To Wipe

M explained it back to me in an analogy.
I get it. It is like my conchita is like a feather and my butt is like a brick.
I cannot smash my feather with a brick.

Skill Set

I can cook dinner with one hand.
I can double nurse while I open a door.
I can pump in a bathroom (one room and private at least) while I make appointments on my cell phone and check email (I only have a few 10-15 minute breaks so I need to maximize them).
I can celebrate that tonight is the first night that I put both babies down alone, F is out, with hardly a peep. They are down, if only they would stay there.
I can still eat like a maniac but I think I should slow down.
Buying clothes that did not look like I am homeless (between the stains and the moth holes I am screwed) would be a good skill to have.
Off to watch (part of) a movie.
My program is over in 1.5 days and I am actually sad.
I will miss these kids.

Urine Sample

M has to do one tomorrow and is obsessed with talking about how she will pee, where, what if she does not have to pee. M asked me what kind of cup it would be and I said a regular plastic one. J inquired. Not a wine glass?

Feliz Cumple Papá

Sorry you are alone for your bday too. We missed you on father's day and your birthday! We will celebrate in Miami. Love Jew!

And Then She Spoke...

Number 6, the tiniest of our family, started to speak today! After a lifetime of almost pure silence while her older (by 14 minutes) brother chatted it up, A began to make herself heard. V is working on sitting. They both laugh with noise. And seem to almost have (dare I say it) a schedule. Going down more smoothly at night. A sometimes sleeps all night. V never does. But they are growing. As soon as this week is done and I can breathe, I will start V on some FOOD. He is ready. And hungry. Good work babies, you are growing up!

You Know Your Child Is a Delinquent When..

M gets in trouble for trying to cut her classmates's hair
J throws a ceramic bowl at his sister's forehead (trying to throw water in it and it slipped he says) and gives her a purple egg on the forehead.
Never a dull moment.

Happy (Belated) Father's Day!

Spent a lovely day with the father of my children, my stepfather (am picnic) and siblings. Trip to the zoo with friends. Dinner with siblings and Miami. So nice to hang out with VH and my Miami sista. Missed my own father on this day but spoke to him and emailed. Hope you fathers enjoyed the day as well. XO

Today & Other Oldies

M- I get so excited in swimming that I cannot hold it in and I swim all over the place.

J (as I poured water on him to wash him)- Are you crazy?

F to M- When you are eight I am going to start to teach you to drive. You know your great grandmother was a professional race car driver (true).
J- Didn't she die in a car accident? (yes).

J- Can you cut my toe nails? They are beyond (pointing to edge of his toes).

J in car- When we get there, I want to throw up.

J to F yesterday- You are the worst father ever.
J to his abuela- Thanks g-d you are not the best.

M- We are royal. I am the queen of New York but I am in disguise because I do not want commotion.

Are You Listening to Me?

I asked.
I do not have to. J said.
What did you say?
I do not have to listen to you, I am tired.
Needless to say I went ballistic on him.
Later (after much thought I am sure) J told me it was "opposite day."
So I asked him if what he had really meant was that he had to listen to me.
Yeah he replied with his delinquent smile.
How can you be mad at a kid like this?

Raffle Luck

Bought 1000 raffle tickets and won back a book that I donated. That seems to sum up my day and mood. Pathetic.

Food Therapy

Since I posted a few minutes ago... I ate a bowl of raspberries with whipped cream and a third of a jar of dulce de leche on matza. What the hell is my problem? I do feel better.

Many Random Thoughts

A highlight from yesterday was my $150 check from my insurance company for going to the gym 120 !! times over the past year. F laughed at how happy it made me. I live for stuff like that. Last night's sleeping situation was horrendous- both babies cried inconsolably for 52 minutes. Today, my 8 hour program was only 3 hours (yahoo!) and I finally went to camp to pick up my kids (had a camp meeting as well). Came home, got to see my stepmother, who met AleVit and helped me organize, along with C, the chaos that is every evening. Went to BT to organize rummage for the fair tomorrow. Felt fairly bad that I was leaving F with the quartet, even though they were all bathed and fed. And then, the text at 7:15pm. zInforming me that, with no struggles or tears, all 4 were asleep. WTF? I am moving out. Going through rummage took me down a MoJo garment history as much of the stuff was theirs (donated by thed main recipient of our hand me downs). I got sad. And I am tired. More tomorrow. Happy I survived week 1 out of 2 of the program and that I discovered dark chocolate cookies with sea salt today. Good night.

Morning Conversation with M

My birthday is coming up (in nov).
No it's not.
Yes it is. It is around the corner.
No, it is not. It is in 5 months.
Well then E's bday is not coming up either.
It is, it is in August.
No, it's not. I hate this. You are the worst.
(Stomped off)

Sleep Torture/Training

Back in the day, V was a star sleeper. You put that fat baby in his side of the crib and he snuggled something soft, sucked on his chupete and was out, like a light. A was more difficult. She needed to be put down asleep, on her belly, way more challenging. Then, a miracle happened. For a couple of nights they both just "got" bed time. Bath, vitamin, bed, bye bye. Then came V's sleep drama. I think it started on the first (and dare I say last) night that I left tío G with all the kids. Asleep, in theory. I assured him that if a baby woke up he just needed to adjust chupetes, worst case scenario pick baby up and calm him/her. While I tutored I got a text that read something like this: V has been screaming his head off since you left. All of your suggestions do not mean shit. Any other ideas? It made me laugh. Indeed, the new MO with V is that as soon as he perceives that it is bedtime, he goes ballistic. This baby screams as if I were decapitating him because I dare put him to sleep (yes he is fed, clean and does not have gas for all of you pains in the ass). He just goes ape shit. There is nothing I can do except wait. I usually make F do this as it is grueling but guess what? He is away. So I type as V sounds like he is dying. Every 90 seconds or so I go stroke him, tell him that it is okay, but he does not care. He burns 1000 calories a night in his rage. Thankfully,  A passes out and stays out during the drama. Yesterday F told me that she was reaching out to caress V's hand as he freaked out. Wait, no crying, just sighs of recovery now and pangs of complaints. Please V, stop. Everybody needs to go to sleep. Go back to like before. Easy peezy lemon squeezey. Pleasey?

Today's Juice

M upon learning about MRI's:  I am very frightened to go into one. (tío) D said everyone goes into one.

M when I excused myself after burping while I bathed her: Was that from your butt or your mouth?

J when touching his uncle's face: That feels like a porcupine

J when he asked me to get him a book (to which I said yes): If you do not get it, I will fight you (sticking out a light saver)

J - Why do you still have that wart on you? You have had it for like 16 years (close, like 12 months!)

J The Pain

When I scolded him for crossing the street without holding tío G's hand- If you want me to listen to you you need to give me a big bag of candy.
When I asked him why he did not eat his lunch- I did not like the watermelon and zucchini (kiwi) yogurt and you did not make the bread good and I did not oppen the sandwich but I think it was poshutto (prosciutto- but it was turkey) and I do not like it.

C Words

M- What is Colgate? A name?
Me- Yes.
M- I thought it had to do with this toothpaste being a spit out (important distinction when you pass to this kind from the swallow one).
Me- No, it is a brand of toothpaste, like Crest.
M- Do they all start with C's because of cavities?

Glimpse

I was at work from 7:30am to 5:30pm yesterday without A SINGLE BREAK except the three I gave myself for pumping. With the kids in the program (who are lovely) from 9-5pm. Pumping in a bathroom. STARVING because all I ate was an arepa at 12pm in that time span. Those were the lows. The highs were getting into the groove of teaching, an age I have not done in a long time. The highs included a little girl saying "already?" when I told her we were wrapping up (meanwhile I felt like a mac truck had hit me and that we had been there for 2 days straight) and a boy saying "todo el día" when I asked them their favorite parts of the day. I took a cab home that got stuck and had to keep going further East (away from my home) to get uptown. I came home and the babies were restless. MoJo came home celebrating that they had gotten gum. The saga continues. Apparently J found coins on the street, went to a machine in a deli (they were with an after school teacher who picked them up) and got gum for both of them. Lots of lying ensued and I wonder what part of "you cannot eat gum" is confusing. J did not wipe his butt and left a turd (no joke) in the tub as I was finishing filling it.. V and A were crying like they were being killed...and then F came home. I was wiped, hence the blog lapse. I could tell you more, but you get the idea. There were some great moments, floating, lonely, in the ocean of mishaps, madness, and the wild children (my own) I was surrounded by. Today will be better. Or, I may pass out.

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Even in Atlantica in the north pole, I am the worst sister (M)
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Problem over (with sarcastic tone, as we were discussing fibbing)- J

T' Was The Night Before

The longest, hardest week of my new job, and the babies are SCREAMING. F thinks this is a good time to start ferberizing? Not sure what is going on up there but it sounds like they are being killed. Today was very very long. The graduation was over 3 hours long and it was bitch ass cold. MoJo behaved fabulously and they were not even able to enjoy (too young) the only good part, Conan O'Brien. From 10 am to about 12:50pm, every time they called some one's name to hand him/her a degree, J would say "D Watson"- it was funny. He has his Ken doll do a lot of clapping as well. I have a lot more to write but I need to think about packing camp bags, lunches, my pump paraphernalia and getting ready to be at work at 7:30am tomorrow. May the force be with me. May the babies sleep. And not forget me in my 11 hour absence tomorrow.

Sleep Irony

It took us FOREVER to get to NH. MoJo spent all day with grandparents and went to bed at 10:30pm!! We took creative parenting to new heights yesterday as I pumped in the car (appetizing) and prepared bottles for fussy babies. They we actually very good given the never-ending trip. F made a bed out of rolled up blankets and a fitted sheet. They slept NONSTOP for like 7 hours. Here is the kicker... MoJo got up at 4:40am. Am I fucking kidding? No! After 20 min of conversation (no, you cannot get toys, play, or talk to me) they went back to bed for another 2 hours or so. A cruel joke. Off to look for another activity to do I. The rain with 4 monkeys.

Road Trip

You would not believe the volume of luggage involved in a weekend away for D's graduation. Holy smokes! I am pretty discrete and the shit keeps piling up- diapers, stickers books to survive the 3 hour (maybe in the rain!) ceremony. Sneakers, lots of onesies, a pump, snacks, toiletries... MoJo hit the road with their grandparents and we are about to leave with the babies. It is going to be looong. May the force be with us.

4 Month Check Up

Soo tired. But in case you were wondering, AleVit did great today. They screamed like maniacs as they got 3!! shots each. Pobrecitos. V weighs 14 lbs 1.5 ounces (50th percentile) and is 25 minches long (75th) and she is over 11 lbs 6.5 ounces (25th percentile) and 24 inches long (50th).  Both growing beautifully  More tomorrow.
Notte

Drowning

In work. And heat. Too many things to do. Too hot. Too much work. Too hot. Too many child care favors. Too much money spent on child care. Too hot.
Today:
Sweating and pumping as I write. Need to straighten up house so L can come clean (sounds weird but if there is shit everywhere she cannot do her job). 8am baby caregiver comes. 8:30 big kid caregiver comes. Need to give her cash and plan for the day. Book to school. 9-11am meet with coworker for summer job number #1. 11-12 meeting at school for summer job #2. Not really prepared for either and I am the coordinator for the latter and need to begin the former on Monday. 12:20-1:20 tutor on 99 St and West End. 1:45 pm meet babies with their caregiver on 96 st & 5th Avenue. Pay her for the week. 2pm appt for babies. Meet good friend/J's teacher there for their 4 month (4 shots each shit!) visit. Thank you M for coming! Walk home. Oh, it is going to be 99 degrees today, did I mention that? Meet MoJo back at home, pay that caregiver. Wait for F to walk in the door. Welcome home! Pass the baton, I mean the 4 children, to him. Head to East End Avenue for final tutoring session. Thank you tía T for coming over in the interim to help F. Come home from tutoring. Eat, pump, sweat, Oh yeah, logistical problem today. No time, literally, to pump from when I leave 8:30 to when I see the babies for the doctor. Even if I could, I would not be able to transport in this heat. So, if you see me walking around with DD boobs, that is why. Kind of cool that I can change/choose my chest size. Ok, no more complaining for now, there may be some relaxation this weekend before the grueling job begins on Monday.

Too Hot

to write
my room is like an inferno
lots to write about but too hot
and tired
thanks for all of you help two cool ice!

M's Response to Share The Dollhouse...

All I wanted was some private time to play and now it is being destroyed!

Running Around Like A Chicken With..

my ring cut off! Lost the stone (again!) to one of my favorite and most worn rings. Clearly not meant for the active, capping woman. Cannot find the stone. J offered me a googley eye to put in its place. Got up and dressed/changed all the kids. MoJo had to look nice for moving up. Packed their lunches. Got to school just in time to put on my polyester robe and velvet hood (perfect for the weather!) for closing ceremonies. Thank you Abuela and Grandpa for coming. Skipped the second ceremony to go buy drinks for kid lunches and to pump. Brokered a last minute invite for M to a party and convinced J to stay with his teacher (so nice to offer). Spent 2.5 hours getting East to tutor, tutoring, and returning. Ugh. Back at school.,,,Wait I left off here hours ago. and I am back, for the third time!  The first was for closing ceremonies, then post tutoring, and then for this fiasco. After tutoring I came to clean up. Gave MoJo to tío G (thank you). And then schlep, with milk on ice, to PT. Well, as I ran to the subway for PT I noticed that I had forgotten the pump. But I could not turn back. I tried, as my phone died, to get un touch with anyone who might still be at school and live near me but no go. With all of my crap, I took the 1 train back to school, pumped there, gathered 7 bags of shit that I needed anyway, and cabbed it home. AleVit in stroller already so I walked over to G's to get the other monkeys, go to the market, and here I am. V will not go to sleep. Thankfully abuela came over to help with quadruple meal/bath time. Would love to eat and bathe myself, but we shall see. Sayonara for now.

My Little Super Hero

There is a child in J's class who is different, off in his own world, he is behind language-wise and the rest of the class has noticed. Kids are mean and leave him out, label him. My dear friend, J's teacher had another talk about this and explained that it is not okay to treat a classmate like that and she explained it in super hero terms (ding ding went J's brain). She told the class to be like super heros and to protect this boy's feelings and remind others to do the same. She pulled me aside to tell me this story and to tell me that after a kid said "Yuck, I have to sit with X" J came to the rescue and scolded the child. That's my sweetie pie. She also told me that J wants to care for the class salamander over the summer. Yuck to that!

Graduating Is Hard To Do

Happy end of high school to my oldest little sister. Swarthmore, watch out! Crazy that you were an infant when I finished high school. Sorry I cannot be there with you today.
My youngest little brother is graduating from college this Sunday! Watch out world! This guy is one smart puppy. I held him in my arms at my eighth grade graduation.
The baby siblings at my graduations (high school was the last one I attended) is one of the few things I remember.
Tomorrow morning Mo and Jo will officially move up to the next grades with a little ceremony in the chapel where they receive certificates (gift certificates according to M) that state their completion of their current grade. Last time J had to do something like this he froze and looked unhappy for the entire time (BT). This will be faster and less painful, but I cannot believe he is done with another year of school! M is off to first grade with uniforms and homework and desks!

Highway Robbery

Just got this bill in the mail:

Anesthesia February 8 $1,500. Your responsibility $1,500

Too bad I did not use any.

Fuck insurance companies and their constant scheming. While we are at it, fuck the MTA too for their AWFUL weekend service.
Love,
an un-anesthetized pedestrian

M''s Thank You Notes

I made a template for her to fill in. Here are her thoughts:

My favorite thing about...

Ms J- she is fancy and a great teacher and friend.
Ms C- she is funny and good at playing.
Ms P -she is creative and silly and curious at the same time.
Ms M- she gives me challenges and is a nice teacher and friend.

Thank you for teaching me...

Ms J-about sea stars!!!!!
Ms C- about sharks !!! AAAAHHH!
Ms P- about whales.
Ms M- about insects and how they have a thorax.

I think SK is cool because...

they have alpabots
it has Penny!!!!
it has a rest monitor
has in art a stapler!!!!

Next year I will...


learn more things to share with you.
miss you so so so so much.
hav fun and i think i will get my homework all right!!!
miss you and love my teachers and have fun!!!

Superman Briefs

J (as he watched the 1978 movie) Does Superman wear underwear? 
F- Yes.
J- Probably something like this (indicating his own pajama shorts)

Film Fiasco

Went out three out of the last four nights to Open Roads and saw not one, but three !! bad films. Paying a sitter and wasting money on the train and the movie tickets to take an uncomfortable nap in the Walter Reade Theater has been disappointing to say the least. MONEY BACK!

Yesterday's Comments

M- Can a woman breast feed herself?
Me- No. You cannot reach.
M- But if you could, would you?
Me- No.
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M- How do you get rich?
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J- Do you have to get married when you grow up?
Me- No.
J- Good, because I want to live with you.

Fatty Bombatty

While I am thrilled that AleVit seems to have a bedtime (phew!), I am not impressed with how many times V gets up at night. Every time I hear crying I tell F to pass me the baby (to spare my back) and then feed the baby. On automatic. Just like that. But it turns out it is only V eating ALL NIGHT LONG. WTF? I created a monster. This am he grinned at me with dry milk on his face. The apple does not fall far...

More Delinquent Sexy Tales

From M's Teacher:

We are finished with the alphabet now, so we are working on a writing sheet to describe our favorite letter. Everyone picked their first letter in their name, but M chose 'S.' She wanted to write "I like the letter S because it is the first letter in the word 'sexy'." We made her change it of course. How does she come up with this stuff?

Meanwhile.. M asked J why he had a sticker of a girl (a super hero I think) on his cubby. Response: "I like her because she is sexy."

Street Squash Note

Dear, Violetta
thank you for all the help this year and last year i think if I never met you I would not be good in my multiplication I also like to thank you Because you never gave up on me even when times was tough you was always there But not as a teacher but, as a good friend I will always love you. Kyrell. from & loved By: Kyrell W.

(note the use of punctuation/capitalization or lack thereof) whole note makes me want to cry and go to SS every day.

Caps For Sale!

I just saw J as a peddler in this adorable Nursery play. M was a peddler not that long ago. J has stage fright, is shy, hates endings, and generally does not collaborate on these kind of projects. But, with a lot of bribing (I owe him three bags of candy!) and encouragement J did the whole play. Not with gusto or volume, but he went through the motions. Bravo Ciccione, you are so big! Thank you to his teachers for giving him a chance to be a peddler!

Wed Low Down

M's end of year show/breakfast (cute)
my classes (fine)
get babies at school and hang out (great)
after school show (mediocre- J hardly played soccer)
rush to the East Side for meeting (blah- especially the cabs there and back)
rush home to say goodnight times 4, pump (oh yeah, I do that all day long)
Lincoln Center for Italian movie (skip)
Home for 30 Rock
No tired. Sleep 1am-5am
Up, finish Netflix while I pump, do back exercises
Kids up, change, feed, clothe.. you get it.
That brings us to now more or less

Apology Notes

#1 Dear Miss. Epsten,
I am sorry for being disrespectfull. Also because I wasn't lisinig. I won't do it agein. I am sorry. tmorow I will be great. From, A

#2Dear Ms. Epstien,
I am sorry I did not listen. and be qiet. I will never do it again. I hope you exept my apologie. Love, T

16 Weeks!

Babies turned yesterday. They went to bed shortly after MoJo (second night in a row) and A woke up once and V twice (I think). The thought of a bedtime is marvelous!