My Post-Thanksgiving Post
So Thanksgiving has come and gone. I always think of Thanksgiving as an American tradition, but as they say, when in Rome...yanno? My family, of course, celebrates it. But we're not big turkey fans, just big eaters in general. For Thanksgiving, we eschewed the usual turkey and tried a turducken --a chicken stuffed in a duck stuffed in a turkey. It was good, but not stellar (I think if we had some gravy to go with it, it's would've kicked more arse). We also had lechon (roast pork), kare-kare, sweet-and-sour fish, shrimp tempura, and several desserts --including my pumpkin gingerbread trifle (which my bros and the hubs really dig), leche flan, and pecan pie.
Rockstar Baby's First Thanksgiving
Even Rockstars Get Braces
So it's only 2 days until B-Day...the day I get my braces! Yikes! As you all know, I had some teeth taken out a few weeks ago and it's all because I'm getting braces. Well, it's actually a whole, long story. Suffice it to say, I've lived with a few extra teeth in my mouth. After getting those teeth out, I now need braces to re-align my teeth. Luckily, I only need it on the bottom (plus, I can only afford one arch! LOL)! Otherwise, I'd definitely be called a brace-face! At 30! Wish me luck! I hear eating will uncomfortable for a few days afterwards...which would be great because:
I'm trying to watch what I eat, but it's basically hopeless especially now that it's holiday season. When I went back to work after my maternity leave, I weighed about 110 lbs --a few pounds less than my pre-preggo weight. Now, I've re-gained about 10 pounds, I think. It's from eating out at lunch, eating the goodies people bring in to work, junk food, fast food, and the lack of daily exercise. I really don't care how much I weigh as long as I fit into my clothes and feel healthy. I certainly am not feeling healthy at the moment. I used to take the stairs to work all the time (6 flights) and be more active. I remember doing free weights, leg-pressing 150+ pounds, and doing countless tricep dips. Now I'm just a slug with a mom gut, flyaway arms, and jiggly thighs. Ugh. To add insult to injury: at 226 points --I have the cholesterol level of a out-of-shape 40+ year old person! I really need to get back into shape so can I run after rockstar baby without losing my breathe. Why oh why am I so lazy??!
Labels: musings/personal stories
Confessions of a Bad Mom
It's official: I am the worst mom ever. Rockstar baby fell off his crib this morning and it's all my fault! For the past week, the hubs and I knew that he could already hoist himself up and hang on to his crib railing. We were already planning to lower his crib matress this weekend. This morning though, I placed him in his crib so I could get a few more minutes of sleep. Me, selfish mom, put *my* needs first. I got home late last night (bad mom was out gallivanting and didn't get home until 2 am), and then rockstar baby woke up around 3:45 am (which is not the norm). I had to give him a bottle to put him back to sleep. And then this morning, he woke up for the day at his usual wake-up time of 7 am. Still groggy, I had to wash his bottles and feed him. But afterwards, I wanted to snooze a little more, so instead of taking care of him like a good mom should, I put him back in his crib knowing full well that it was dangerous to leave him there!
Lo and behold. He fell. I heard a big, fat THUD and my heart sank. The inevitable happened. I rushed into his room and found him on the floor, on his back. He cried for about a minute and then was back to normal. But I felt so awful that I neglected him. Still feel awful. I called everyone I could think of: his doctor, my co-worker (who is a mom as well), my uncle (who is an othropedic surgeon), and my friend (whose husband is a resident). Then I brought him to a doctor who checked him over (thank God for Sunday hours)! Rockstar baby isn't the first baby to fall out his crib (or couch, or bed, or any surface a few feet off the ground for that matter) and pediatricians see these things all the time. But that doesn't make it any less painful for the parent. And I know this won't be the last of things that will break my heart.
Bottom line: rockstar baby should be fine. Should be. But that doesn't mean I'm not a bad mom. If I had just hauled my ass outta bed this morning, it would have never happened. My poor, poor, little guy! As a parent, you hope and pray that nothing bad ever happens to your children --but here I am, being the cause of my baby's pain. Okay, maybe I'm being a bit melodramatic, but I feel really bad. I'm so sorry my little bunny.
Labels: motherhood, rockstar baby
Of Reunions, Ninjas, and Baptisms...
Last week was a great week for me because of the following highlights:
I only went to work for 2 days! I took off Monday because I was still recuperating from my oral surgery, and then there were court holidays on Nov. 7 (Election Day) and Nov. 10th (Veteran's Day).
I had a reunion with my friends Trish, Girlie and Sol at my house on Nov. 9th. The Ferreras family moved to Atlanta this past June and I've missed her (especially since she’s one of the few friends I have who is a mom). They were here in town for the baptism of her newest little one, Annika. The other guest of honor was little Antonio --born just about 3 weeks ago! Trish and Girlie haven't met him yet so I invited them over for a dinner of kare-kare, crispy pata, and desserts galore. Fun times!There were 4 children in the house (all under 2 years old) and the hubs remarked it was like a daycare. It made me realize how much we’ve all grown up. Us girls all met circa 1995 over an IRC chat-room. Now, more than 10 years later, we’re still bonding! Plus, we now have a second generation to boot! Hopefully, the kiddos all become friends as well --we call 'em "Three A's and a J."
Then on Saturday night, I had an evening of fine dining at Ninja. Ninja is designed to look an 18th century Japanese village (birthplace of Ninja lore) with many different-themed rooms (I’m told that the Ninja in Japan is one of the harder restaurants to get seated in). My law school friends and I gathered here to celebrate my friend Annie’s 30th birthday and she picked this spot (which was coincidentally just a few blocks down from our law school in Tribeca). The food was excellent --I had the Kunoichi menu which featured the Kuro-Subuta: this incredibly tender pork dish which was delicious. I also tasted my friend's steak tartare dish and some spicy tuna rolls (the best I've ever had). I also had an excellent tiramisu bonsai for dessert. The best part was probably the presentation (which included a few Ninja tricks and some fire), and our waiter was an incredibly nice and funny guy. Expect to spend hours dining here (I was there from 8 pm to 12 am) and a lot of money. Check out a review here. If you're in the NYC area, I highly recommend it for great dining without the pretentiousness.
On Sunday, we attended the baptism of little Annika at Holy Name Church in the Upper West Side. The baptisms here are held without a mass and are done in big groups. There were about 10 children being baptized raging from 3 months to 11 years old! Afterwards, we had a great dinner at Mama Mexico –one of my favorite spots to dine in (check out their site because they even give out recipes!). They got amazing guacamole and delicious entrees. And again, the company was great! Rockstar baby was bouncing off the walls in this joint, but little Annika slept through the whole thing (including a mariachi band!). Thanks for inviting us Trish! We had a fabulous time!
But one of my favorite parts about this weekend was strolling down the streets of NYC with the hubs and rockstar baby. Rockstar baby kept trying to peek out of the "sunroof" of his stroller (we had it covered because it was cold and rain was imminent) and kept sticking his hands out. So cute. It made for great family time and it's clear just how much the baby has changed our lives. Even though he's only been in our lives for a little less than 9 months, we can't imagine it any other way.
Lastly, my latest book review is up and running! Check out my review of Only Revolutions
Labels: musings/personal stories
Older, Wiser, Hooters…
So I am at home today recuperating. I had oral surgery this past Friday and got 4 teeth removed –two extra molars that never aligned with the rest of my bottom teeth, a wisdom tooth that was growing sideways, and a canine that never descended (and was stuck beneath my nose). They put me under general anesthesia and needless to say, I felt like a truck hit me after it was all over.
I’m still pretty nauseated from the surgery and my gums are very sore. I wasn’t allowed to have any food past midnight after Thursday, and I have really eaten a full meal since Thursday night! I was pretty much debiliated on Friday and Saturday. I’ve been living off soft foods for the past few days and it sucks. Although having milkshakes do ease the pain (and nausea) a bit. I’m on antibiotics and Vicodin, but taking the painkillers made me throw up so I gave that up! Blech…
But on to happy news: Happy Birthday to my hubs! His birthday was on November 4th and we celebrated it yesterday by going to Hooters with his friends! Hooters, of course, is well known for its yummy….wings. The hubs hasn’t really been hanging out much with his friends post-baby and I thought throwing him a lunch with his friends would be enjoyable for him and great way for them to meet rockstar baby.
We had blast a Hooters (even though I couldn’t eat a single wing). We ordered more than 150 wings and then some! Win, one of the hubs' friends, is a big-eater (although he doesn't even look it) and ate 50+ wings and a whole burger! Damn.
Rockstar baby had a great time hanging out with the gang. He was like one of the guys and was a hit with the ladies. Fun times!
Happy Birthday to my wonderful hubs!
Rockstar Baby and an Admirer
Labels: musings/personal stories