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Towards the end of the summer, Anne Ebeling, a producer at Parents TV contacted me.  She was doing a story on Mommy Bloggers, came across heyMamas and thought I would be a good fit for the piece. 

Anne and I went back and forth via email for a week or two, but finally settled on a day when she would come to my house and interview me.  Our interview was conducted on a Sunday morning while I was making trips shuttling everyone back and forth to the soccer field as Belle and Lily each had a game. 

Due to this shuttling and the last minute running around that we always seem to do, the idea of me being able to compose myself long enough to participate in an on-camera interview, left me feeling a little unsure.  I was of course, totally excited to see the finished product but at the same time a bit hesitant that perhaps it would just suck big time, that I would just suck big time. 

I have to admit and it is entirely due to great reporting and producing on Anne's part, I think the piece turned out extremely well.  Although as good as I think it turned out, nothing can take away that ick factor you experience when you see yourself talking on camera. 

I tried to minimize that ick factor by watching with my hand over my eyes until Drew told me it was safe to watch.....see for yourself. 

 

Nah nah na na, its Elmo's world

My cousin is a producer at Sesame Street here in New York City around Lincoln Center and she is trying to help another producer find kids ages 5-9 for an audio record session.  There is no pay involved for this particular project, but she promises it will be a fun experience for a few hours or so after school sometime in early February. 

The producer will give the kids a reel of what they did in case this turns out to be the life changing event that puts them on course to make millions in voice over's in the future.  Exaggerating, of course.   But hey, you never know....

If you would be interested in learning more about this opportunity, please email me at sadie@heymamas.com.

Thoughts expressed through poetry

I would like to explore the events and happenings of my life last week through a lighter, softer side of myself with a little gem entitled 'Greed'.

Greed

Oh greed, I love you not.

You are just a big fat slut.

You only care about you. 

Don't lie, you know its true.

 

You cheat, you lie, you steal. 

How must that make you feel?

 

You don't care at all. 

You should feel so small.

 

But I doubt you do. 

As there is nothing inside of you.

 

Oh greed, I love you not. 

You are such a huge snot.

 

Go away and find another place.

Cause I would never wear your face.

It is such an utter disgrace.

Rounding out the Christmas Season

Despite the fact that it is already mid-January, my girls are still melancholy for the long relaxing schedule-free days of our Christmas break that came and went quicker than they would have liked.  I think the thought of not receiving that amount of presents again for another w-h-o-l-e year, is just too torturous for their little hearts to handle. 

Another year must pass until they can experience that feeling of Christmas again.  To bid that season a proper farewell, I have included a few more photos that are representative of that time to us.

 

This is one of the plate of goodies that the girls left for Santa on Christmas Eve.  He must have liked it because you should have seen it Christmas morning. 

  

 

The last time I was at my mother's house and these little guys made an appearance, she only had about four or five.  Apparently someone has been very busy collecting....

         

 

Santa brought the girls an Easybake Oven and these delicious looking cupcakes are NOT a product of that oven.  Code for, if you also happened to buy an EasyBake Oven....return it.  EasyBake is a misnomer.  To make up for the lack of versatility provided by the EasyBake Oven, I had to make real cupcakes in the big Mommy stove and this is how they turned out.

          

You can see we sort of like marshmallows.

Potty Mouths

In December I was having an issue with Belle asking me about words that she was obviously hearing from the bigger kids in her after school program.  Everyday it was another word and another way to say it, followed by, "Mom, if I were to say something like that would it be bad?"

Here is just one example of a very specific conversation we had about one of the words in question....

Belle:  "Is funck-it a bad word?"  Struggling for a bit to get a better handle on the correct pronunciation of the word which I was really hoping she wouldn't, she did and re-phrased her question.  "I mean f*ck-it, is that a bad thing to say?"

Me:  "Um, yes it is Belle.  That is one of the worst curse words someone can use and I never want to hear you say that again.  I know sometimes Mama may laugh when you say words you are not supposed to say and some are definitely worse than others, but this one, this one is bad and I NEVER want to hear you say it.  Ok?  Do you understand what I am saying to you?"

Belle:  "Yes, Mom, I get it.  So it is different from saying bitch then right?  Bitch isn't a bad word is it?  I mean even Grandma said is not a bad word, it is just a word for a female dog, right?  Or ass?  Ass isn't really a bad word either, right?  Grandma told me and Lily that it was just a donkey.  So that couldn't be a bad word, right Mama?"

Me:  "Yes, I guess Belle everything you are saying that Grandma said is indeed true, but I would prefer if you would not use those words at all even though they may mean just donkey and dog.  Do you understand?"

Belle:  "Yeah, yeah Mom I get it.  So let me see here just to be really clear, so if I were to say 'you are so f**king stupid', is that a bad thing to say?"

 

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I told a friend of mine at work about this and she sent me the following story about Brooke Shields appearing on the Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson and explaining to him about some of the cute little things her children have picked up since being back in New York. 

Rowan has "picked up some good New York language" during her brief time here, according to the 43-year-old actress.  However, on one recent car ride Brooke was shocked when Rowan casually exclaimed from the back seat,

"F-ck, f-ck, f-ck, I want my window down, f-ck." Trying not to overreact, Brooke put on her best "Botox face" and acted as though she was unaffected by what she had just heard.  "I was like, 'I don't know what you mean. You want your window down, honey? Sure,'" Brooke explained. The incident was a sign of things to come!

Not long thereafter, recalls Brooke, 

"So we're having a playdate and this very prominent, very wealthy, lovely woman comes over to pick up her daughter. They're playing in my kid's room, and Rowan, without missing a beat, looks at her and goes, 'What the f-ck are you doing here?' I'm in cardiac arrest, there's no way to explain it. At which point she turns away, [sighs] and goes, 'Oh f-ck.'"

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I guess that is just how we New Yorkers roll, my friends.  We do it New York style.