Life ramblings and the journey through adoption.
Narda's show, Radio Golf, received 4 Tony Noms today!
I'm SO proud!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
a Friendly little meme...
Hope did this one, and I thought I'd play along...
How about you?
Basically, you comment to this post and I'll answer these questions about you.
1. Tell you why I friended you (or read your blog)
2. Associate you with something - a song, a color, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Associate you with a character.
6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7. Tell you my favorite user picture of yours.
8. In return, I ask you to post this in your journal/blog.
Their reply was:
1. We met over at FF and now read each other's blogs
2. New York City - I can't think of the city and not think of you.
3. You are extremely kind and generous
4. Taking a long walk and eating breakfast with you and the other moms
5. Peter Petrelli or maybe Hiro Nakamura. I couldn't decide.
6. (This one from Megan) She thinks that maybe you are working on a
covert second adoption. Is this true? (You don't have to answer)
7. You don't have user pics, but this is my favorite photo of you.
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/452756399_d388ed51dd_m.jpg
8. In return, I ask you to post this in your journal/blog.
And to reply to the asked question - there's no covert second adoption. We are simply working on when we'll "go back into pool." We are thinking in the next few months....
How about you?
Basically, you comment to this post and I'll answer these questions about you.
1. Tell you why I friended you (or read your blog)
2. Associate you with something - a song, a color, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Associate you with a character.
6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7. Tell you my favorite user picture of yours.
8. In return, I ask you to post this in your journal/blog.
Their reply was:
1. We met over at FF and now read each other's blogs
2. New York City - I can't think of the city and not think of you.
3. You are extremely kind and generous
4. Taking a long walk and eating breakfast with you and the other moms
5. Peter Petrelli or maybe Hiro Nakamura. I couldn't decide.
6. (This one from Megan) She thinks that maybe you are working on a
covert second adoption. Is this true? (You don't have to answer)
7. You don't have user pics, but this is my favorite photo of you.
http://farm1.static.flickr.com
8. In return, I ask you to post this in your journal/blog.
And to reply to the asked question - there's no covert second adoption. We are simply working on when we'll "go back into pool." We are thinking in the next few months....
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Changing the list...
So I re-post what I wrote last year. My heart HURTS that parts of the second section hasn't changed....
For many of us, this Sunday is a first. A first day to celebrate a coming through the murkiest sludge of pain into the light that we have known. A first as partners to share in a new experience. A first to hear what we have so long wanted to hear for so many years. To my dear friends who are now mothers, I say to you, Happy Mother's Day!
Jen and Cait
Em and Brooke
Trista and Kristen
Mrs. and Mr. Miao
Jennifer and SusanArt Sweet and Pili
Estelle and Jean
Maria
Dora and Erin
Hope and Megan
Conchita and Ann
Mamma Mo
Jess and Andy
Ilyse
Co and Lo
Jenny and Ezra!
Bri!
For many of you who read this, you are still struggling with your own journey, and are frustrated as to the length of the path. It is impossible to know the actual square footage of the path you are on, but it does have an end, and a joyous one at that. I know you may not see that now, but I pray that you can trust me on this, and therefore, to YOU I say happy Mother's Day!
S, dear, sweet, S
Caliope
Tex and Blondie
Sophia
Little Pea's J & S
My heart is happier knowing each of you.
Thank you.
For many of us, this Sunday is a first. A first day to celebrate a coming through the murkiest sludge of pain into the light that we have known. A first as partners to share in a new experience. A first to hear what we have so long wanted to hear for so many years. To my dear friends who are now mothers, I say to you, Happy Mother's Day!
Jen and Cait
Em and Brooke
Trista and Kristen
Mrs. and Mr. Miao
Jennifer and SusanArt Sweet and Pili
Estelle and Jean
Maria
Dora and Erin
Hope and Megan
Conchita and Ann
Mamma Mo
Jess and Andy
Ilyse
Co and Lo
Jenny and Ezra!
Bri!
For many of you who read this, you are still struggling with your own journey, and are frustrated as to the length of the path. It is impossible to know the actual square footage of the path you are on, but it does have an end, and a joyous one at that. I know you may not see that now, but I pray that you can trust me on this, and therefore, to YOU I say happy Mother's Day!
S, dear, sweet, S
Caliope
Tex and Blondie
Sophia
Little Pea's J & S
My heart is happier knowing each of you.
Thank you.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Because she hates when I just "wing it"
My Bubbe, z"l, used to make the most amazing food. My mother and I always tried to watch her and remember how she did it. I always fantasized about writing a book called: "A Little Bit of This, a Little Bit of That; Stories and Recipes From the Old Country."
I have clearly inherited this form of cooking. This has proven to be beneficial and annoying to my beloved. When I "score" in the kitchen, I can rarely repeat it to the letter, because, well, I winged it. But if a recipe fails to provide the taste buds with glee, well, I can't repeat it, either.
Tonight, however, I whipped up a (if I do say so myself) YUMMY roasted asparagus and barley salad. And I had a BRILLIANT idea. Before I put the entire dish in the fridge for tomorrow's lunch and let the memory of its creation slip through the sieve that is my memory, I took pen to paper, and wrote it down.
And I share it with you.
Roast some asparagus in a 500 degree oven - break off the bottom bits, rinse, drain, spread out on a cookie sheet, drizze olive oil, sprinkle salt, put in oven for 10 minutes, turn OFF heat, DO NOT OPEN DOOR for about 3 more minutes or so.
Try not to eat all of the asparagus as it cools...
AS asparagus is cooling, put one cup of RINSED barley in the rice cooker with 3 cups of water, turn on; take Malka downstairs to put clothes in dryer, take cute picture of her in basket with clothes, send to flickr.
Come back upstairs, and cut up asparagus that is now cool. Leave out on cutting board, give Malka dinner.
Check to make sure barley is still cooking, give Malka bath, put her to bed.
Pull out big mixing bowl, put asparagus in, add barley that has now cooked, drizzle olive oil, add salt, mix well. Pull out cube of basil from freezer, nuke for 30 seconds, add in, mix.
Dice up 1/2 a pear, add in about 3/4 a cup of raisins, salt, nutmeg and cumin, mix.
Serve yourself a bowl before putting the rest in the fridge, pat yourself on back for remembering to write it down.
I have clearly inherited this form of cooking. This has proven to be beneficial and annoying to my beloved. When I "score" in the kitchen, I can rarely repeat it to the letter, because, well, I winged it. But if a recipe fails to provide the taste buds with glee, well, I can't repeat it, either.
Tonight, however, I whipped up a (if I do say so myself) YUMMY roasted asparagus and barley salad. And I had a BRILLIANT idea. Before I put the entire dish in the fridge for tomorrow's lunch and let the memory of its creation slip through the sieve that is my memory, I took pen to paper, and wrote it down.
And I share it with you.
Roast some asparagus in a 500 degree oven - break off the bottom bits, rinse, drain, spread out on a cookie sheet, drizze olive oil, sprinkle salt, put in oven for 10 minutes, turn OFF heat, DO NOT OPEN DOOR for about 3 more minutes or so.
Try not to eat all of the asparagus as it cools...
AS asparagus is cooling, put one cup of RINSED barley in the rice cooker with 3 cups of water, turn on; take Malka downstairs to put clothes in dryer, take cute picture of her in basket with clothes, send to flickr.
Come back upstairs, and cut up asparagus that is now cool. Leave out on cutting board, give Malka dinner.
Check to make sure barley is still cooking, give Malka bath, put her to bed.
Pull out big mixing bowl, put asparagus in, add barley that has now cooked, drizzle olive oil, add salt, mix well. Pull out cube of basil from freezer, nuke for 30 seconds, add in, mix.
Dice up 1/2 a pear, add in about 3/4 a cup of raisins, salt, nutmeg and cumin, mix.
Serve yourself a bowl before putting the rest in the fridge, pat yourself on back for remembering to write it down.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Small stings burn longer sometimes...
I didn't really think about it until later on today, well after Malka went to bed, and I started tidying up, placing the Mother's Day card made "by Malka" on the table for Narda to see when she comes home tonight.
It's REALLY cute, actually. Hand prints and Polaroid picture, glittery lettering done by the "teachers" at daycare.
When it was presented to me upon picking up Malka, Louise said: "I have something for you." She presents me with this beautiful card "To Mommy." All in gold glitter letters. It was really very sweet. I then said, "I'm Eemah." And she said: "Well, it's for both of you." (or something like that).
I later realized that although Narda and I are treated equally at daycare, that the acknowledgement of who we are is kind of swept under the rug. The only teacher who made an effort to call me Malka's Eemah was Suzanne, from the baby room.
Now granted, Malka is cared for, nurtured, changed, encouraged, and all of those things, and the fact that she has two moms isn't all that big of a deal for them. So in reality, it's a wonderful situation. It's just that small step that would have been nice.
Because I AM her Eemah, and it would be great if other people could recognize it.
It's REALLY cute, actually. Hand prints and Polaroid picture, glittery lettering done by the "teachers" at daycare.
When it was presented to me upon picking up Malka, Louise said: "I have something for you." She presents me with this beautiful card "To Mommy." All in gold glitter letters. It was really very sweet. I then said, "I'm Eemah." And she said: "Well, it's for both of you." (or something like that).
I later realized that although Narda and I are treated equally at daycare, that the acknowledgement of who we are is kind of swept under the rug. The only teacher who made an effort to call me Malka's Eemah was Suzanne, from the baby room.
Now granted, Malka is cared for, nurtured, changed, encouraged, and all of those things, and the fact that she has two moms isn't all that big of a deal for them. So in reality, it's a wonderful situation. It's just that small step that would have been nice.
Because I AM her Eemah, and it would be great if other people could recognize it.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
What IS it about the #7 and it's friends?
My mother was born on 6/7/47
I was born on 7/27/70
Narda was born on 3/17/70
Malka was born on 12/17/05
Malka's finialization appointment is 5/17/07
Malka's Mikveh appointment?
6/7/07
There HAS to be some Kabbalistic significance in the number 7 for me. I just have to find it. Any Kabbalah experts out there?
I was born on 7/27/70
Narda was born on 3/17/70
Malka was born on 12/17/05
Malka's finialization appointment is 5/17/07
Malka's Mikveh appointment?
6/7/07
There HAS to be some Kabbalistic significance in the number 7 for me. I just have to find it. Any Kabbalah experts out there?
Jacob=Locke?
Someone pointed out that Jacob might actually BE Locke...
hmmm, that could make a LOT of sense.
What do YOU think?
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
THANK YOU, Ben...
As in Ben Brantley, NY Times Theatre Critic. Your words, hopefully, will enable Malka's mommy to have a job this summer.
THANK YOU.
Pictures from the wonderful opening night party to come...
THANK YOU.
Pictures from the wonderful opening night party to come...
Monday, May 07, 2007
OH MY G-D! We have a DATE
Thursday, May 17th at 11:30am, Malka, Mommy and Eemah have been called to the NY Surtrogates Court to FINALIZE MALKA'S ADOPTION!
SQUEEEEEEEEEE!~
SQUEEEEEEEEEE!~
Friday, May 04, 2007
She's fine, so let's talk about my toe...
Outside of a small wake up at 3am, which I would normally ignore, but went to her, for fear of seeing a hugely swollen face and such (but didn't), she simply needed a diaper change, a re-dose of Motrin, and a snuggle.
And then she woke up at 8am. Ahhhhhh.
So she's totally fine, but THANK you all for helping to alleviate my fears. And we seriously won't give her any more until she's OH, 30 or so!
So I think I have my first ingrown toenail. OUCH. I'm doing a twice or thrice daily soak with hot hot water and salt, and then putting anti-biotic ointment on it and band aid. the band aid helps relieve some of the pain, but dammit! This is my first one, and I'm hoping it will just resolve itself, because there's too much going on at work for me to go to the doctor right now...
ugh.
So any of you lovelies have "ingrown toenail" experience?
And for the record, if you do a Google image search? Mine's like the "mild" picture - none of the nastiness yet, but it still HURTS!
And then she woke up at 8am. Ahhhhhh.
So she's totally fine, but THANK you all for helping to alleviate my fears. And we seriously won't give her any more until she's OH, 30 or so!
So I think I have my first ingrown toenail. OUCH. I'm doing a twice or thrice daily soak with hot hot water and salt, and then putting anti-biotic ointment on it and band aid. the band aid helps relieve some of the pain, but dammit! This is my first one, and I'm hoping it will just resolve itself, because there's too much going on at work for me to go to the doctor right now...
ugh.
So any of you lovelies have "ingrown toenail" experience?
And for the record, if you do a Google image search? Mine's like the "mild" picture - none of the nastiness yet, but it still HURTS!
Of peanut butter and bonk-a-boos.
IF peanut butter IS going to have a reaction.... How long does it take?
Narda is really keen on my introducing wheat to Malka now that warm, humid weather is approaching (better for her skin) to "test" if the wheat is REALLY an eczema trigger for her, or just something we were avoiding out of being overly cautious.
So we've been giving her a bit of wheat every now and then.
And she's doing just fine - no eczema flare ups afterwards, etc.
So tonight, after Malka's pulls a tantrum at daycare, you know, the arching back kind, and her teacher lost her grip and I HEARD Malka's head go thunk into the floor (at least the part that had moderate carpeting) and she WAILED for ages, after almost 30 seconds of "the silent scream," and oodles of cuddles, hugs and kisses, I decide to give her a treat after dinner; and I notice that Narda has some girl scout cookies in the fridge.
So I give her one
She's in HEAVEN.
Two bites in, I realize - HOLY SHIT, IT'S THE PEANUT BUTTER ONES! I grab the cookie from her, and basically "pull an oreo" and lick all the peanut butter off and give it back to her.
This was at oh, 6:50 or so, and she went to bed at 7:15, and she has been fine. I gave her motrin for the head bonk, and a puff on her inhalor, "just in case."
So IF she were going to have a reacton, it would have happened by now, right?
She's peacefully sleeping, and of course, I'll go check on her a GAZILLION times before I go to bed...
But I'm TOTALLY freaked out that I let her eat PEANUT BUTTER!
OY.
Narda is really keen on my introducing wheat to Malka now that warm, humid weather is approaching (better for her skin) to "test" if the wheat is REALLY an eczema trigger for her, or just something we were avoiding out of being overly cautious.
So we've been giving her a bit of wheat every now and then.
And she's doing just fine - no eczema flare ups afterwards, etc.
So tonight, after Malka's pulls a tantrum at daycare, you know, the arching back kind, and her teacher lost her grip and I HEARD Malka's head go thunk into the floor (at least the part that had moderate carpeting) and she WAILED for ages, after almost 30 seconds of "the silent scream," and oodles of cuddles, hugs and kisses, I decide to give her a treat after dinner; and I notice that Narda has some girl scout cookies in the fridge.
So I give her one
She's in HEAVEN.
Two bites in, I realize - HOLY SHIT, IT'S THE PEANUT BUTTER ONES! I grab the cookie from her, and basically "pull an oreo" and lick all the peanut butter off and give it back to her.
This was at oh, 6:50 or so, and she went to bed at 7:15, and she has been fine. I gave her motrin for the head bonk, and a puff on her inhalor, "just in case."
So IF she were going to have a reacton, it would have happened by now, right?
She's peacefully sleeping, and of course, I'll go check on her a GAZILLION times before I go to bed...
But I'm TOTALLY freaked out that I let her eat PEANUT BUTTER!
OY.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
It's like Thunder, Lightning*....
Back in 1994, I spent the summer as a PA (production assistant) at the Porthouse Theatre in Kent, Ohio. My fondest memories? Standing at the top of a hill in Tonado alley to watch a funnel cloud form, meeting Scott "Doc" Davis, and Summer lightning storms in Ohio. They are WICKED cool! They can light up the entire sky, making it green.
I was always one of those odd kids who wasn't afraid of thunder and lightning. I LOVE it.
Right now, NYC is having a REALLY cool lightning storm. I've seen streaks and the sky light up - it's great!
*I don't want to lose the good thing that I've got
If I do, I will surely, I will lose a lot
For your love is better than any love other I've know
It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood
Baby
I got superstitious about you, but I can't take change
You got me spinning, baby, spinning in a trance
But your love is better than any other love I've known
It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock on wood
It's no secret, but that woman fills my lovin' cup
She sees, so ready, that I get enough
And her love is better than any other love I've known
It's like thunder
It's like lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood
Baby
Better, yes, better
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) Yes, I better
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) Oh, knock on wood
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) You know I would, would
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) It's no secret
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) No, oh, better
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) Hangin' above me
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) I can't leave her
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) Oh no, baby
Knock on wood, WOO!
I was always one of those odd kids who wasn't afraid of thunder and lightning. I LOVE it.
Right now, NYC is having a REALLY cool lightning storm. I've seen streaks and the sky light up - it's great!
*I don't want to lose the good thing that I've got
If I do, I will surely, I will lose a lot
For your love is better than any love other I've know
It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood
Baby
I got superstitious about you, but I can't take change
You got me spinning, baby, spinning in a trance
But your love is better than any other love I've known
It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock on wood
It's no secret, but that woman fills my lovin' cup
She sees, so ready, that I get enough
And her love is better than any other love I've known
It's like thunder
It's like lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood
Baby
Better, yes, better
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) Yes, I better
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) Oh, knock on wood
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) You know I would, would
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) It's no secret
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) No, oh, better
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) Hangin' above me
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) I can't leave her
(Yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) Oh no, baby
Knock on wood, WOO!
I LOVE me some Blake!
He simply ROCKS THE HOUSE!
Blake and Melinda as my top two.
'nuff said.
(I mean I have to do SOMETHING while folding Malka's laundry, right?)
Blake and Melinda as my top two.
'nuff said.
(I mean I have to do SOMETHING while folding Malka's laundry, right?)
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