don't you want to just love her to death?
no?
then just WAIT til i get those annie videos up here...
Monday, February 19, 2007
the most beauteous little girl in a turtle neck...
don't you want to just love her to death?
no?
then just WAIT til i get those annie videos up here...
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
feverish
juliet has been home with a fever for 2 days and i am also so sick. but she has been freaking hilarious today. first of all, she has been performing rehersed numbers to every song from annie, which is just so silly. (wait for more on that cuz i videotaped her singing and flipping around on the floor to "hard knock life.") but the funniest of all was when she awoke late from her nap, and wonder pets were over, and so i was flipping around the channels and the show which i despise most in the world, fairly odd parents, aka the boy who wishes, was on. i quickly flip through because it's mindless garbage. alas, she was like, "mommy!! put it back!" i act all innocent and say, "what?" and she says, "i want to watch the 'scary' disney channel." apparently nickelodeon is now "scary disney". i just wonder where she comes up with these crazy things.
and you should seriously hear her belting out "little girls." too freaking funny.
and you should seriously hear her belting out "little girls." too freaking funny.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
reading at 2? nah...
the other day while i was cutting out magazine clippings for my old school willow street poster, i came across the word Juliet. so i cut it out and gave it to young james jamerson, and i said, "what does this say?" she said, "J-U-L-I-E-T, juliet, that's me!" (that is the song i taught her to learn how to spell her name) so now i'm wondering if she really recognized the letters and is ready to embark on the wonderful world of reading. or if she's just a smoke and mirrors trickster. she is so short.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
sorrow
juliet had another beautiful day at school with her new little friends (like sammy, who "always kisses (her) back.") (**does that mean her BACK as in anatomy or back as in, after i kiss him, he kisses me back...my daughter the nympho!) but i have to say that it kills me to work early intervention because let's face it, a lot of 2 year olds are alike, despite some key developmental delays, and it just makes me so sad to be with them all day, and not her.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
oh and just so you don't think i'm a total bitch...
in disney, my grandparents offered to take juliet back to the hotel so andy and i could enjoy a night out by ourselves and you'd think that since i am always looking for a pat on the back that this would have been right up my ally but alas, i spent the entire night pining away for miss juliet. "i wish juliet was here right now." i'd whine. or "i miss juliet" i'd cry. i called the hotel a million times. so you see, i really am quite obsessed and in love with her.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
You want a medal or a chest to pin it on?
i was reading this blog that i found that i fucking love
(is it bad if i swear on a blog written mainly about a 2 and a half year old? did i ever tell you the story when just the other night my dad came to pick up paulie, who slept over, and she wouldn't let him leave so i called my mom to tell her that old grandpa the grouch was being detained so juliet gets on the phone and is all "grandma, are you comin' here? grandpa the grouch is waiting for you." and undoubtedly my mother gave her some lameballs excuse why she was home so juliet hands me the phone and goes over to my dad and says "she's a fucking asshole." my father nearly died right there on the floor...anyway)
that is called RockStarMommy (hence why i love it...plus the writing is good and the stories are cute and so is the blogStar)and she was talking about these dueling mothers who are like, "my mother life is tougher than yours because..." and how mothers are always martyrs and all "woe is me."
and it got me thinking...
this is totally me!!! i am constantly looking for a prize for my hard and grueling work. the emotional drainage that comes from dropping off a beautiful little angel who is crying "when are you coming back? don't leaaaave me!" the exhaustion that comes from always being "on" for her, as a teacher, as a protector, as a lover (as in "I love her."constantly), as the one who always has to get up earlier to get her ready as well as myself...it is a rough thing, being a mother. and sometimes i admit, i would fucking love someone to say, "You're doing an amazing job. Good for you." or "Damn girl, you are superwoman. Relax for a minute." and of course, i'm being an asshole here cuz these words have been uttered (by my father in law, mostly, as well as my mother in law, who did in fact get me a spa day for christmas, and by my mother, who thinks i'm insane with all that i take on). and juliet is the most spectacular being on earth (sorry, to me she is)(she is currently sitting right next to me putting on these ridiculous high heeled boots. with green feety jamskins)and it is so worth it to me to have her in my life. but when i'm pmsing, dude, i martyr like the best of them. where are the violins?
sorry, just wanted to vent for a second...
(is it bad if i swear on a blog written mainly about a 2 and a half year old? did i ever tell you the story when just the other night my dad came to pick up paulie, who slept over, and she wouldn't let him leave so i called my mom to tell her that old grandpa the grouch was being detained so juliet gets on the phone and is all "grandma, are you comin' here? grandpa the grouch is waiting for you." and undoubtedly my mother gave her some lameballs excuse why she was home so juliet hands me the phone and goes over to my dad and says "she's a fucking asshole." my father nearly died right there on the floor...anyway)
that is called RockStarMommy (hence why i love it...plus the writing is good and the stories are cute and so is the blogStar)and she was talking about these dueling mothers who are like, "my mother life is tougher than yours because..." and how mothers are always martyrs and all "woe is me."
and it got me thinking...
this is totally me!!! i am constantly looking for a prize for my hard and grueling work. the emotional drainage that comes from dropping off a beautiful little angel who is crying "when are you coming back? don't leaaaave me!" the exhaustion that comes from always being "on" for her, as a teacher, as a protector, as a lover (as in "I love her."constantly), as the one who always has to get up earlier to get her ready as well as myself...it is a rough thing, being a mother. and sometimes i admit, i would fucking love someone to say, "You're doing an amazing job. Good for you." or "Damn girl, you are superwoman. Relax for a minute." and of course, i'm being an asshole here cuz these words have been uttered (by my father in law, mostly, as well as my mother in law, who did in fact get me a spa day for christmas, and by my mother, who thinks i'm insane with all that i take on). and juliet is the most spectacular being on earth (sorry, to me she is)(she is currently sitting right next to me putting on these ridiculous high heeled boots. with green feety jamskins)and it is so worth it to me to have her in my life. but when i'm pmsing, dude, i martyr like the best of them. where are the violins?
sorry, just wanted to vent for a second...
Friday, January 26, 2007
fakeacher
"fakeacher" is a term dubbed by my father whenever one of us lied about being sick to stay home from school.
today, juliet was initiated into the "fakeacher" club.
"mommy, i can't go to school."
"why not?"
"i'm sick?"
"yea? let me feel your forehead..."(she always gets fevers when sick)
"no, don't! it's in my tummy..." (with an evil look on her face, and a devilish smile on her lips...)
today, juliet was initiated into the "fakeacher" club.
"mommy, i can't go to school."
"why not?"
"i'm sick?"
"yea? let me feel your forehead..."(she always gets fevers when sick)
"no, don't! it's in my tummy..." (with an evil look on her face, and a devilish smile on her lips...)
mothering a 40 year old...
juliet was brilliant today. i had a terrible, dreadful, suckfest of a day, but the fact that i dropped her off at school this morning and she said, "ooh, there's my friends!" and scampered off to play with them made me so so happy...yesterday she broke my heart as i left the building with her cries and screams trailing me out the door..."mommy, when are you coming baaack?" i hate working. so today she was okay when i dropped her off. it made my day a fraction easier to take.
this after my crapday, i had an IFSP meeting. that is, in human terms, an individualized family service plan. it's like an IEP for babies. and if you know what an IEP is, you know why i was a wreck.
it wasn't too awful. juliet's problems are all physical...she is going to be seeing an occupational therapist 2x a week to do fun-filled, gym-type activities to give her an outlet for her sensory seeking behaviors ("mommy, put it LOUDER!!") and a physical therapist 1x a week to fix her clumbsyness. she may need braces for her young and crooked ankles(apparently my father had the same aliment and had those awkward shoes with wedges to correct it. i NEVER knew!!)she may have to wear leg braces in the night (this is a dreadful thought. that poor child. hence trying to laugh about it. it is kind of funny that she has awkward ankles.)the psychiatrist who evaluated her said she was ABOVE AGE LEVEL in all other aspects...little genious devil...so that was a relief...
then i go pick her up at school...i find her sitting with all of her friends (she's in the 3 year old class cuz the 2 year olds are too babyish for her), having a snack, drinking out of a little water cup like a woman. so we have dinner together, not in her high chair (which i'll admit is just easier 96% of the time)but in a real chair, atop a phone book (cuz all of my booster seats are at my gradmother's houses) and she ate "tiny pasta" (pastini) and drank milk out of a "big girl" shrek cup. the conversation was that of a 40 year old woman. i cannot get over her.
this after my crapday, i had an IFSP meeting. that is, in human terms, an individualized family service plan. it's like an IEP for babies. and if you know what an IEP is, you know why i was a wreck.
it wasn't too awful. juliet's problems are all physical...she is going to be seeing an occupational therapist 2x a week to do fun-filled, gym-type activities to give her an outlet for her sensory seeking behaviors ("mommy, put it LOUDER!!") and a physical therapist 1x a week to fix her clumbsyness. she may need braces for her young and crooked ankles(apparently my father had the same aliment and had those awkward shoes with wedges to correct it. i NEVER knew!!)she may have to wear leg braces in the night (this is a dreadful thought. that poor child. hence trying to laugh about it. it is kind of funny that she has awkward ankles.)the psychiatrist who evaluated her said she was ABOVE AGE LEVEL in all other aspects...little genious devil...so that was a relief...
then i go pick her up at school...i find her sitting with all of her friends (she's in the 3 year old class cuz the 2 year olds are too babyish for her), having a snack, drinking out of a little water cup like a woman. so we have dinner together, not in her high chair (which i'll admit is just easier 96% of the time)but in a real chair, atop a phone book (cuz all of my booster seats are at my gradmother's houses) and she ate "tiny pasta" (pastini) and drank milk out of a "big girl" shrek cup. the conversation was that of a 40 year old woman. i cannot get over her.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
"i'm cold..."
...usually translates to "i'm naked" when juliet is in her crib. alas, her tiny voice just came through the monitor in my room. andy said, "she's what? she's cold...uh oh." and of course, she had taken her feety pajams off. she is nuts.
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The Art of Elysium, a non-profit 501(c) (3) organization founded in 1997, encourages working actors, artists and musicians to voluntarily dedicate their time and talent to children who are battling serious medical conditions. We provide artistic workshops in the following disciplines: acting, art, comedy, fashion, music, radio, songwriting and creative writing.
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The Art of Elysium is dedicated to enriching the lives of artists and critically ill children. We believe that there is a powerful and mutual exchange of hope and appreciation that occurs when artists share their time and talent with children battling serious medical conditions.
The lives of these children are largely filled with suffering, loneliness, fear and regimen. Artists have the unique ability to help children in need find a creative voice and discover a sense of individuality and self-efficacy, even in the midst of overwhelmingly difficult circumstances. In return, those same artists, who have been taken outside of their normal scope of work, are stretched and enriched in ways they never imagined.
Through this inimitable exchange between artist and child, the artist experiences the power of giving and the child experiences the power of their own artistic journey.
**********************************************************************
We are new to myspace and would love to build our cyber friends circle. In the future we would love to collaborate with many of you as well.
So please have your friends add us to our page and even leave a comment about what you think of us.
we wish you a peaceful and a bright Sunday.
GOD BLESS
The Art Of Elysium
www.theartofelysium.org
The Art of Elysium, a non-profit 501(c) (3) organization founded in 1997, encourages working actors, artists and musicians to voluntarily dedicate their time and talent to children who are battling serious medical conditions. We provide artistic workshops in the following disciplines: acting, art, comedy, fashion, music, radio, songwriting and creative writing.
Vision:
The Art of Elysium is dedicated to enriching the lives of artists and critically ill children. We believe that there is a powerful and mutual exchange of hope and appreciation that occurs when artists share their time and talent with children battling serious medical conditions.
The lives of these children are largely filled with suffering, loneliness, fear and regimen. Artists have the unique ability to help children in need find a creative voice and discover a sense of individuality and self-efficacy, even in the midst of overwhelmingly difficult circumstances. In return, those same artists, who have been taken outside of their normal scope of work, are stretched and enriched in ways they never imagined.
Through this inimitable exchange between artist and child, the artist experiences the power of giving and the child experiences the power of their own artistic journey.
Friday, January 12, 2007
True Story.
this morning juliet woke up singing, "let's go steady, debbie!" andy and i were listening through the monitor and we were just laughing so hard. i went to pick her up and she was like, "mommy! let's go steady, debbie!" and i was like, "i heard! you love that song?" she was all, "i love let's go steady debbie!" it was the funniest thing i have ever heard. and just such a testament to old echo station.
Monday, January 8, 2007
juliet donna the d
this is a split of my blog, lady jaded, that is dedicated solely to the love of my life, my heart and soul, my 31 month old daughter, juliet. oh, in non-mommy talk, 31 months is a year and a half (plus one month). it always amazed me how as a mother (and as mothers) people always give the age down to the last detail (or month). you could say quite simply, "oh my daughter? she's 2." or if she's as smart and mature as young jules, you'd specify, "she's 2 and a half." but alas, it is just customary to say, "oh juliet? that girl is thirty one months (and 7 days.)(this is truly exactly how old she is)." however, when you are my age, you're like, "i'm old enough." or you round down. only when you are a baby is age something to boast about. and then again once you reach your ninetys.
why am i talking about this?
because i don't want to talk about the fact that juliet had her last of 3 evaluations today. and that she is most likely going to be eligible for services. not only occupational therapy, and most likely physical therapy, but also seit. i'm a seit. it stands for special education itinerant teacher. a seit would go to school w/her (each day? a few times a week?) and work one on one with her, or in a group w/her classmates...teaching her teacher how to 'handle' her, etc. while i am on one hand relieved that she will be getting early intervention(which is paid for by the state), on the other just shocked and bewildered that they can find so much wrong with my baby girl.
who is a genius.
my world has been rocked today. i'm emotionally drained.
why am i talking about this?
because i don't want to talk about the fact that juliet had her last of 3 evaluations today. and that she is most likely going to be eligible for services. not only occupational therapy, and most likely physical therapy, but also seit. i'm a seit. it stands for special education itinerant teacher. a seit would go to school w/her (each day? a few times a week?) and work one on one with her, or in a group w/her classmates...teaching her teacher how to 'handle' her, etc. while i am on one hand relieved that she will be getting early intervention(which is paid for by the state), on the other just shocked and bewildered that they can find so much wrong with my baby girl.
who is a genius.
my world has been rocked today. i'm emotionally drained.
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