Rex Returns

Well, to video.  The schools have stolen my best talent.  But, good news, Summer is upon us.  Vivien is almost out, but my former sidekick  my son is done with his first full year of fulltime preschool and he is ready to make time for his moms silly practice of making online videos.

Really, he couldn’t wait!  Really?


The kid needs to go back in the picture

Long time cool momers will no doubt have noticed that Rex and Vivien are in less videos than they use to be.  That darn going to school thing is taking my talent away!  I recently wrote an email to a gal about an enrichment class for Vivien.  I was asking about times and the lady wrote back asking “Are you home schooling here?”  Either because she is hoping to fill the slots for that 11:00am class or I seemed  like a brave, intelligent person who could do that.  Not the case.  I’d love to have them around more and have them in more funny videos, but if my kids were home schooled by me it’s doubtful they would be walking upright.

So, here is a little visit with the children. We just caught up over the weekend.

Back in the Saddle

Oy, that time of year. When the world falls in love?

When everyone gets present?

When you get dressed up and go to a fancy dinner?

No, the time of year you try to find your behind again. The time when you get back in the groove of preparing lunch the night before so you aren’t caught flat footed in the morning. The time when you once again have to make sure everyone-yourself included- gets to bed at a decent time so you can get out the door.

It’s post-vacation hustle.

I’m going to be honest: this is how I look right now.

Actually, now that I see it and knowing I was every couple of hours with Rex due to his stuffy nose and my husband didn’t help at all due to his stuffy nose (and early appearance on local TV to promote his cookbook), and I have no make up and need my roots done, don’t think I look that bad.

I did manage to get a mani/pedi before the real world slapped me across the face like a big, wet sock, but the hair has to be dealt with. I’m playing catch up with this site as well. Web traffic is a crawl over the holidays, so I was blogging light. Now, I have toget my video camera humming, my fingers tapping. I have to decide whether I park Vivien in front of a cartoon to get something done or stay up later and write then. Normal mommy management.

Okay, quick story about how kids can make you feel like crap but still crack you up.

A couple of nights ago Vivien announced “Mommy, you are old.”

“Vivien, that isn’t a nice thing to say.”

With her arms outstretched, “Sorry, mommy, but look at you.”

“Vivien, it’s not nice to say someone is ugly, fat, or old.”

“Oh, mommy, you are pretty, but you are old.”  (Notice she didn’t say I was slim, but we try to avoid body comments in front of people who can grow up to have eating disorders. We’ll leave that to mom.)

“Vivien, that is not nice.”

“Mommy, look at you.” She said as she grabbed my arm.” My arm is not wrinkly, but due to my pregnancy rash, I still have red marks and tender skin.

“Are you saying I look old because of my red marks? Because Oliver has some red marks, and he is much younger than me.”

Like how mature I was? I threw my teenage stepson under the bus. Fortunately, he laughed at it. Didn’t matter.

“Mommy, you are old.”

And you are going back to school.

What’s With 4 o’ clock?

I really love spending the morning with my son. It’s easiest if Vivien is in school, but even if there is a day off, and I have both of them and no other adult around, I’m fine. I’m like, come on, look at these cuties! I love being with them!

UNTIL 4pm.

Sometimes I can feel that feeling coming on about 3:30. The voice inside of me that says, “Can someone else hold this kid for a minute?” I rarely have my spouse here at that time so that is why I use most of my nanny dollars for later afternoon early evening. And the strange thing is if I am alone with the kids at that time and strange thing happens, around 6:30/7p.m.


Of course it was hell when Vivien was colicky at that time. But they can be just as they have been earlier in the day, but I feel antsy, more anxious, and feeling of, “Why didn’t I make plans?” comes over me. Why didn’t we go over to my mom’s? Why didn’t I invite a friend for dinner? Why didn’t I post a neon sign on my front door asking for people to talk to me?

I’m lucky. In a pinch I can pack them up and go to their daddy’s restaurant. Not as easy with two, but I’ve done it, and it’s a life saver. I beckon a waiter, “Please talk to me.”

As much as I would love a big house, I can’t leave the urban density. Think I would feel more lonely.

Well, I guess I could live anywhere… till 4pm.


When is the right age for kids to have sleepovers? Now, we are not talking a famous pop star inviting Vivien to his big ranch. Nice kid, nice family. Do you let your kids have sleepovers? Either at your house or elsewhere?

My niece was 6 when she had sleepovers with Vivien. She would arrive quite bravely with her little suitcase and never had a qualm. But then I’m her aunt, so I think there are different rules. But should there be?

My, How They Grow

One of the things that my kids and me most love to do is sit in our hammock in our back yard. The hammock was a present from their babysitter from her home country of Bolivia. The hammock holder was a house warming present from my mom for when we moved into our home (the one we had to sell.) Funny enough, in our newer domicile the yard is much smaller, but it has great shade. So in the afternoon we sit there under the dappled light. Vivien likes playing there and cuddling. It relaxes Rex before his nap.

It’s a place of sharing special moments with my kids.

Like this one.

Motherhood Ages You Like the Presidency

Spent some extra time in the editing room for this one.

Ironic having aging and presidency in the title after the death of the last patriarch of the Kennedys. But am i the only one that has noticed this phenom? Other than smoking and having Irish skin, I don’t know of anything that can age you more quickly than being president or being a mom. Another reason to have a woman president, what if one person were both!

Though I think it’s the early years… and months… that really do it to a gal. And waging wars we should have never entered into, that can really deepen the lines in the crows feet… and the soul.

Please Take a Nap

There was a time when I handed someone something and I said, “Here is your camera.” It really was one.

Now it’s a phone.

There was a time when I said, “I’m in the mood for a kabob!”  I meant it.  But actually I mean a turkey wrap.

I use to say, “Sure, a jog sounds great.”  But I mean lying on my back on the couch.

My brain is not working that well. I know it’s cause I’m just so tired.

In this article they list the symptoms of sleep deprivation. It says some people need 9 hours of sleep. I haven’t sleep like that in over 5 years.  I’m happy with 6. The problem with this article and others I searched for is there was nothing about how one (a mom, a solider, a shift worker) can ever really function well without sleep… ’cause they can’t.

And if I didn’t fold my socks together when they come out of the dryer I would be dressing like a 3 year old. And not in the cute way.