Archive for the ‘Julian’ Category
We just got back from our first little family trip to Miami. I was a nervous nelly going into the trip (even though I was trying my best to pretend I wasn’t) . . . what if Julian had a tantrum on the plane? What if the room wasn’t as nice as I was expecting it to be? What if Julian got bored on the beach and I couldn’t spend a second relaxing (which I so desperately needed) because I would have to run around after him the entire time? What if Mike worked the whole time and that annoyed me and we would fight about it?
As life would have it . . . everything I worried about came true. The hotel we stayed at was nice and in an awesome location . . . but the “1 Bedroom Suite” was just a glorified studio with an open doorway between the living room and bedroom (which isn’t ideal when you have a toddler that goes to bed at 7:30 and you want to stay up and spend time with your husband). I had the hotel staff show me three different rooms until I settled on the room we stayed in. I spent an hour on the phone with Starwood trying to figure out where we should move to the next day because there is no way this current situation would work out. When I really exhausted all options and came to the realization that we were “stuck” there, I made the most of the situation. I poured myself a glass of wine and put Julian in the bathroom sink for his bath (no bathtub at this hotel!) . . . he thought it was the best thing in the world (he pulled every single tolietry into his little “tub” with him). He also LOVED the room. He had a smile on his face from the time he woke up until the time he went to bed (which he did . . . every night at 7:30 . . . and never woke up while Mike and I sat in the living room catching up).
The moment when I saw this little face happy as can be . . . taking a bath in a sink . . . I decided that I wasn’t going to let anything that happened on the vacation bother me . . . and just soak up every single moment of the time I had with my boys. It was seriously one of the best vacations of my life because of that mindset. Yeah, I told Mike that I was going throw his phone in the water (after the 10th hour-long phone call he took ended) if he didn’t start relaxing (which he eventually did). I didn’t get to relax much on the beach . . . but that was because I WANTED to build sand castles with my little boy in the shade . . . and run after the ocean waves . . . and get wrinkly hands (my BIGGEST PET PEEVE) because he’s a little fish and wants to spend every second he can in the pool “swimming”. I did get to spend a few moments like this . . . though. Heaven.
Julian had MULTIPLE tantrums on the plane (in First Class – eek – never sitting up there with a toddler again!) but we made it through and I’ll NEVER see those people again. Most of the tantrums were the result of people behind us not saying hi to him . . . after he had said “hi” and waved to them for 10 minutes straight (meanies in First Class).
The resort ended up being awesome. In every single way. Everyone knew who we were by the time we left . . . Julian had charmed the socks off all of them. Running, barefoot, through the halls with the biggest smile and cute little laugh . . . arms flailing . . . like it was the best moment of his life. Noone could pass him without stopping and smiling and commenting on how adorable he was. Most of the time he would stop, and say “hi” to them and, if they were lucky, he would tackle them with a hug.
We had nice family meals out . . . and strolls along the beach at sunrise . . . and sunset.
I was worried that a 5 star hotel and flights in first class would not be good enough for us. That we wouldn’t have fun because our 600 square foot incredible room didn’t have a door. I was worried that playing with my little boy on the beach was going to make me not have a good time. Shame on me for having that mindset. Shame on me for being blinded by my outrageous expectations, rather than be grateful for the time with my boys, the sand between my toes and a crisp glass of rose at noon on a Thursday. I worry WAY too much and need to stop and enjoy this beautiful world we live in. Especially when it comes to raising Julian. I really hope he turns out like his Dad – more carefree and spur of the moment. I am going to really try to make sure he’s prepared for life and takes it all in. Maybe I’ll have to buy some Tab, bologna and white bread (you have to read the article to get that reference).
Thank you, Miami, for giving me what I needed.
We originally planned to have Julian’s “Rockstar” first birthday party at home, but then the guest list got out of control and the weather started looking bad so I crossed my fingers and sent an email to our neighbor’s over at Baby’s All Right to see if we could use their concert space for Julian’s party . . . and they said YES! It could not have been a more perfect location for the party. Here are some pictures that Vic (who ironically takes pictures at Baby’s All Right for adult concerts) took.
Mom (Bev) had Julian’s favorite singer Ari come to entertain him and the crowd of kiddos (about 15 in total!). He was awesome!
Do you see sweet baby Oz in the back row with Katya and Unity?! Youngest one there, 8 days old. So sweet that the three of them came!
Julian sat and watched Ari the entire time. LOVED it. He’s been spending every Friday with Ari since he was 3 weeks old.
Vic not only helped with taking pictures, but also some of the decor including this adorable sign that hung above the stage.
She also made a pom-pom garland that hung over the railing that separated the bar area from the concert area.
I seriously can’t handle this kid’s cuteness.
Diana made the most amazing cake for Julian. We got everyone to sing happy birthday to J – even Ari with his guitar.
We had some of our best friends and family members there to help us celebrate! We could not thank them enough for coming.
Only one more day of my baby being 11 months, can’t believe it.
My Facebook is flooded with pictures of the kiddos going back to school. I have no clue how I’ll feel when Julian starts his first day . . . I guess I’ll be sad because he’s growing up but so excited for his new adventure (ask me in another 4 years and I’m sure my tune will change!!!). I was watching the Today show one day and saw Maria Shriver interview this woman named Elle who has a YouTube channel called Whats Up MOMS. I’ve watched a few of their little videos and have fallen in love with them. They’re so funny and easy-going about being a Mom . . . they kind of say what you’re thinking.
Anyway, they did a Back to School video and its hilarious.
Whats even more hilarious is the behind the scenes video. You have to go to the YouTube channel to view that . . . I can’t figure out how to paste it for some reason.
You can see Maria’s interview with Elle here.
(P.S. Is Bev alive?! What has happened to her!?!?)
Is it normal . . . that Julian automatically waves when I put my phone up to my eye to take his picture? What’s that all about!? He’s not a New Yorker (just like his Dad). He’s WAY too nice. Diana said that its like he’s in a parade every day when she strolls him down the street (we just changed his stroller to be front facing). He waves and smiles at everyone . . . like they are all his friends. He does it when he’s with us too. Its amazing to see all of the miserable people’s faces we pass turn into happy smiling ones when they see his little toothy smile and chubby hand wave. My son, already making this world a better place.
P.S. He’s pretty darn cute, right?
Happy Friday! I will write more when I get out of this dreaded earnings season! Mom, you better have a recap of the new Project Runway this weekend! I actually watched it last night and realized how much I’ve missed it. Some wackos and some geniuses (and some genius wackos) . . . as usual. 🙂
Julian’s Baby DJ class was featured on a local NY TV station last Friday. The segment starts around 10:30 on this video.
For the past week I’ve had writers block . . . and its not due to not having a topic to discuss . . . its actually the opposite. I have a topic that I’ve wanted to discuss . . . but didn’t want to discuss . . . but I guess I should since I can’t write about anything else until this is out of the way.
The other day, on Facebook, one of my “friends” posted an article describing 5 reasons why woman aren’t breastfeeding anymore. . . and she wrote the comment “so sad” (she is known for voicing her opinion on breastfeeding . . . i.e. that’s all you should do or you’re a horrible mother). Despite how I feel about that subject (which we will get to momentarily) I read the article . . . and her comment . . . and couldn’t sleep that night because I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
So let me start from the beginning . . . I was so sick at the start of my pregnancy . . . and scared. We had friends that had lost their babies . . . its just so emotional carrying another human . . . being the ONLY one that can take care of it for 10 MONTHS. Growing another human . . . I mean, that’s HUGE. Anyway . . . I got through the sickness . . . and the MILLIONS of doctors appointments (mind you, I have Red Coat Hypertension) . . . living and sleeping through the constant baby kicking . . . the fear of the unknown (birth and beyond) . . . and working while trying to ignore that yeah . . . I may need a few “hours” off in the near future (mind you, I haven’t taken a day off work for 9 years).
I got induced (after trying EVERYTHING to get Julian out naturally) . . . and even though it wasn’t how I imagined having him . . . it was so perfect . . . for many reasons.
After I delivered him, they cleaned us both up . . . and then . . . well, left us to figure it out (THANK YOU YOUTUBE!!!). Thankfully Julian was a natural nurser . . . I had ZERO issues in the beginning. But then, as Diana (our INCREDIBLE nanny) started when Julian was 3 weeks and as I started getting back into the swing of things at work around that time I realized that my supply sucked. I read EVERYTHING I could about increasing it . . . and tried all the herbal remedies . . . drank GALLONS of water each day . . . and I SUFFERED through nursing/pumping exclusively for 3 months. That was my internal goal . . . and I had made it . . . but I still didn’t want to give up . . . so I didn’t. I started to travel again for work . . . reserved in-room refrigerators at hotels . . . went through security with dozens of ounces of breast milk in my bags . . . I also stood up to our COO (who is a man, mind you) to tell him we deserved a pumping room at our new office (and got one – yippee!) . . . STRESSED about having enough pretty much every waking moment of every single day.
And then you know you what? I decided not to stress about that anymore. I realized that I’m a freaking amazing mother. I cared SO much for Julian for 10 months before he was even born. I ate pounds of kale . . . research everything I could about babies and pregnancy and birth . . . I walked MILES daily to prepare for delivery. 13 months my life was solely dedicated to him . . . and I’m thankful to have been able to give my whole self for that 13 months but you know what? Now was time for me to get my life back. Time for me to not stress every waking moment about my child, husband, 19 clients . . . and then myself. I knew that I needed to start putting myself first in order to be a good mother.
And guess what happened as soon as I finally finished pumping/nursing when Julian was 4 months? I saw his crystal blue eyes and love for his toes . . . I saw my husband’s face light up every time those eyes glanced into his. I saw me work more efficiently so that I would have extra time with him in the morning and at the end of the day . . . I saw that he still loved me . . . that I still loved me . . .
My child may get formula (and peas, carrots, pears, oatmeal, avocado, banana) but he also goes to puppet shows, music, swim, DJ (yes, DJ) class every week. He has been hanging out with other little ones since he was 3 weeks old. He has learned to play on his own . . . and with others. He has learned to love all ethnicities and ages. He “speaks” to his grandparents via Skype and eats his toes and gives me open mouth kisses. EVERY SINGLE INCH of him . . . his mind and body and sole is beautiful and perfect . . . and that’s because he was made from love. NOT from breast milk or formula.
Bottom line is that yeah . . . breastfeeding is best . . . its most natural . . . and FREE . . . but you know what is REALLY BEST? A healthy mother and father. As long as that child has a healthy happy family . . . they will turn out just fine.
My hope is that when Julian grows up . . . it will be in a World where women are treated equally to men. That he is proud of who I am, and how we raised him. That he will live his life fully and with a smile on his face. After all, that is what life is about.