Tuesday, May 31, 2011

last night?

this happened...

and i died a hundred and seventy seven million times.

dear time,
please stop. i can't function anymore with my little boy growing at warp speed.
love, rach

p.s. i mean for real? omg. he is holding his own bottle. and not like for 8 seconds. that is so last month. he held it and ate it till he was almost done. almost because when there was like an ounce left, i finally snapped and ripped it from his poor little tiny monkey paws.........

i am a terrible mother, but he deserves it for breaking my heart like that. dammit.

Friday, May 27, 2011

sunday brunch

things have been rough around here, hence the MIA. ben has apparently contracted the ever feared RSV from the daycare upon which i will forever wish fire and brimstone (except for when my baby is there........).

 i seriously cannot take it anymore. HE IS  A BABY. a little tiny, helpless little monkey. and it is because of ME that he is subjected to germs and viruses on a daily basis that HURT him and make him 40% more likely to develop asthma and............i hate daycare. i can't write about it right now. i know that the anger i would spew would be entertaining for many and relateable for all but i can't. right now, i need to think positive for my monkey that he just can breeze through this. his doctor saw him today and said his breathing has improved "marginally" since wednesday. he is still on breathing treatments. nebulizer. albuterol. every 4 hours. he is still as sweet, charming and cute as ever.

i am, no matter what challenges lie ahead, SO lucky.

a week and a half ago when we were all fresh off sping break and healthy and horses, his aunt Kathy came by to spend an inexplicably delightful sunday brunch with all of us. there were delicious bloody mary's, lox and bagels, fruit salad and many, many hugs............every sunday should be spent EXACTLY this way.
ben loves his aunt kathy.......

(p.s. don't give me the side eye like that is a mix. i make my bloddy mary's the same as i make my margaritas. from scartch. blood, sweat and tears and fresh squeezed lime. don't eff with me)

i freakin LOVE you aunt kathy!

i so hope we can do it again SOON!!!!!!!!!!

and i hope i can find that bloody mary recipe soon too so i can post it.........it was freakin killer........it;s arond here somewhere...(help?)

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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

wordless(ish) wednesday

naked baby. there are few things cuter in all of the world. i debated whether or not to post these on the blog for all the world to see, but they were just too cute not to share.

i love this little rolly polly monkey more than words could ever say.

Friday, May 13, 2011

four months

 4 month appointment today...

1. the monkey is a freakin superstar. passed all his milestones with flying colors, doctor basically said he was perfect. he's eating like a wolverine and she loves it....tonight when we got home (after getting shots, you know, when most kids lose their appetites?) he ate a whole pouch of peas PLUS banana oatmeal. machine i tell you.

2. oh. his stats? right. NINETEEN POUNDS and 4 ounces and TWENTY SEVEN AND A QUARTER INCHES TALL. that's >95% for whoever is keeping track....god help my grocery bill....and his head went from the 50% to 75-90% which means he is getting even smarter so WATCH OUT!

no seriously, watch out. all of you. future jeopardy contestants especially. cuz he's watchin....AND CLEARLY he's a' learnin'...

he is currently crashed out in his rock n' play cuz i preemptively dosed him with tylenol....did i mention he is  a rockstar?

here are some 4 month pics that we took on his actual 4 month birthday which was almost 2 weeks ago cuz i suck at keeping up. shame on me.

happy four months to the love of my life!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

wordless(ish) wednesdays...

with an hour and a half to spare...
this is half of how we spent our mother's day....could he be any more handsome???


Sunday, May 8, 2011

mother's day, my first

i can't realy talk about how i'm feeling today, so i'm just going to leave it at this....
here is my sweet boy with my mother's day card from him. i love him more than i could ever be able to express. ever. he is my whole heart and i am so, so lucky.

and some lilacs from my backyard, for my mama, cuz they were her favorite.

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Thursday, May 5, 2011


ok, so i know that that catchphrase is SO last month but i'm not just tossing out gratuitous
charlie sheen crazyisms, I ACTUALLY AM WINNING!

i am seriously so excited….driving in to work this morning, in the hov lane at 70mph (oh dear), the dj on our goofy adult contemporary station starts talking about maroon 5 at jones beach this summer, and i perk up cuz i have been meaning to check the jones beach schedule for the last 2 weeks to see if they had updated with any new concert announcements because jones beach is the coolest place on the planet to see a concert! check it out…it’s right on the water…like last year? the new kids on the block jumped into the bay in the middle of their set. true story. i wasn't there, and the 15 year old girl inside of me who was definitely going to marry donnie wahlberg dies a little every time i think about that, but it is a true story nonetheless...

nothing says ‘summer’ to me like a show at jones beach with the humid sea breeze turning my hair into an afro! other than that whole ‘serial killer’ investigation thing, the skeletal remains of hookers stroon to and fro,  it’s one of my favorite places on long island…and the list is short people. the list is short….

so there i am, keeping one ear on the radio and one ear on my snoring monkey in the backseat and then the guy says “win them before you can buy them! be caller 9!” and i’m all “no way will i win” but then a little voice said “you sure won’t if you don’t try!” so i called up and I FRIGGIN’ WON!

i tried to be cute and charming in case they were putting me on the radio but i sounded like a complete ass cuz they really caught me off guard…i mean, caller 9? wtf? i’m not sure if i was on-air or not but i made sure to have the radio on a different channel for the next 10 minutes just in case so i didn’t have to listen to myself sounding like a tool.

so my love michele, i always tell her she is one of the only friends i have that i actually like (another short list)….she has a serious THING for adam levine and i can’t say i blame her except that he’s gotta be like 6’3’’ and weighs less than i did in the 4th grade, but whatever, he’s still sexy as all hell.

i mean, hot, right? but eat a sandwich. you're making the rest of us look bad, dude...
p.s. there were WAY more NSFW versions of this picture available...google it. rawr.

i definitely won these tickets for her. we saw them together last summer at the beach when i was halfway through my pregnancy, at that stage where i still felt kind of like the cute pregnant girl and not the bloated, puffy, pissed off beached whale that emerged in my last trimester who would get all stabby and scream profanity at ‘house hunters’. anyway, we seriously had SO much fun that i promised her next year we would splurge and get tickets up front no matter what they cost and now we don’t have to spend anything cuz i am WINNING!

 btw, committing to something like that speaks volumes when mr. david cook is not the artist in question. …but i digress....

oh david cook, what are you doing here? get off my blog. it's not about YOU all the time. jeez.

So yeah! i’m WINNING! only for real, so put that in your crack pipe and smoke it, chuck…

AND i’m also winning because tomorrow night, me and the hubs scored some sweeeeeeet seats to see the mets play my l.a. dodgers from a friend of his who works for the company who owns the mets so not only do i get to see my beloved hometeam whoop some ny booty, i get to do it at cool-ass citi-field in seats 3 rows off the dugout with this view of david wright’s butt:

aaaaaaaand access to the delta club! what? whose life is this? Photobucket