Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Today, I want to thank Benjamin. I want to thank him for making me a happier person. Don't get me wrong there have been times that I have been sad during these last 18 months but unhappiness does not consume and define me. If you asked me what would make your life better, I would say not a single thing. I have the one thing that completes my family -- my Benjamin. I laugh more and enjoy life more.
With Ben, I get to be a kid again myself. I get slide, swing, run and jump more than I ever have in the last 20 years. I get to visit cool places like the zoo, Sesame Place, LOMB and Hershey and see the wonder in my child's eyes as he discovers things for the first time.
He has made me a better person. I'm not a very patient person and I tend to lose my cool on occasion but he has taught me understanding and how to take life as it comes. Life isn't perfect and we need to celebrate those imperfections.
The thing I treasure most is that he made me a mother. It is the greatest gift I could ever receive. I know I talk about things like wanting Chanel suits and Cartier watches but those things matter less to me. I would give away my Chanel bag (and if you know me you know how much I treasure that bag) and everything I own to have a million Benjamins in my life. To say I am Benjamin's mother is a privilege that I will never take for granted. He has made me realize why I was put on this earth. It was to have this child, Wally and I named Benjamin Joseph, for the world to enjoy because he is a treasure.
Thank you Benjamin for these reasons and so many more.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Our family believes that this disease touches all of us -- not only does my Dad suffer from the disease his whole family, in essence, has the disease as well.
The most frustrating thing about PD is that are no reasons why one person gets it and the other doesn't, and more importantly, there is no cure.
If you have ever had someone you love suffer from a disease, you know how helpless you feel at times. I know this is something little but it could lead to amazing things. My son is living proof that miracles do happen so let's create another miracle in this world. American Express is awarding one worthy project 2.5 million dollars. The winning project is selected by the people (i.e. you and me) so I urge everyone to take the time and PLEASE, PLEASE vote for this project focusing on curing PD.
There are a number of very worthy projects on the list but this one is the that is most important to me that affects one of the most important people in the world to me, and I hope there are others that will feel the same. If you do anything for me in my life, I ask that you vote for this project. Thank you for your continued love and support on this journey.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Now that I have successfully scared the great majority of you away from this site and possibly off of the internet althogether, I would like to share some information that may and should possibly be kept confidential so I ask that you sign the non-disclosure agreement attached directly below. Anyway, all poorly designed joking references to legal documents aside, and onto the story at hand.
Every year for the past 10 years or so and without fail, Jenn and I have each taken turns waking up on a work day and asking the other "Want to play hookey today?" While invariably the first response will usually be "I'd love to", usually that is followed with "if I didn't have a meeting today" or "if I didn't have to deal with this _____". Fill in the name of a project or some individual or group of individuals that shall be known as "clusterbomb" or something like that.
Well, a few weeks ago, Jenn was the one waking up looking to play hookey. This time, it was decided a little differently. Having a somewhat busy workday planned, I initially relucted because some stuff couldn't wait. Then, in the shower, it came to me. Or actually it didn't. When I went to load the shaving cream in my hand to shave (I do on Mondays and Thursdays only, a story for another day) nothing came out. It was empty. As I was thinking how I was going to shave without my trusty Edge Gel, it came to. F shaving. I'm playing hookey!
Since it was a Thursday and Jenn technically does not work on Thursdays, both of us didnt have to come up with a fake cough, only I did. Once placed with just the right amount fake scratchy throat on my bosses voicemail, we were off to Point Pleasant Beach.
We packed up Ben's necessities (half a car full of toys, food, change of clothes, towels, etc.) and were there in no time. Once parked across from Jenkinson's, I changed into my bathing suit in the front seat of our car, Jenn loaded Ben up with the SPF 50 and we hit the beach. It's official.
The snob that I try to be, it was quickly noted to Jenn that the beach itself (and the crowd at the beach) differs greatly from that which I am accostomed at LBI. No wavy white sand and no Ward and June with 2.3 kids. Instead, pleanty of fake Gucci shades, tramp stamps and wife beaters. Put simply, the crowd at the Point is about as sketchy as a police composite of an armed suspect seen leaving a Denny's.
Jokes about the crowd aside, Ben, Jenn and I had a blast during our "day off". I recommend to anyone reading this to take a day one of these days and just get out and do something. Whethere its all day in the ocean, on the boardwalk, on the rides and eating a $6 bucket of french fries with your kid, it will always beat a day at the office.
I was in the mood for dessert (so was he) and it was around 9:00 p.m. The Creamery was closed but Bonte was scheduled to be open until 11. He volunteered to make the dessert run. He came back a little grumbly himself because roads were closed off and Bonte was closed (no sweet delicious waffles I had been dreaming of since he stepped out the door). After dreaming of the waffle treat, I was put into a bit of a mood. Next, Wally microwaved my ice cream -- which I HATE -- and served it with oatmeal cookies (which aren't my favorite either). At that point, I was down right pissed and I let him know about it. Don't get me wrong I still ate it but I wasn't very happy. Either was Wally after I let him have it.
Today, I would like to say I'm sorry. Yes, it is in black-and-white so Wally you can never say, "you never say your sorry Jennifer." Wally I am sorry for being a bitch last night you didn't deserve it after you got out of your comfy chair and put on shoes to go to a shop that wasn't even open and head to another store while taking a detour and coming home to make the dessert only to have your wife make nasty comments. Savor this moment because I don't admit when I am wrong too often.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Benjamin's latest obsession is the phone. If we even attempt to use our cell phones, especially Wally's, Benjamin will yell until we surrender our phones to him (I'm sure there is a parenting lesson in there about how we shouldn't give our child everything he wants but that is not the point of the story at this time). He has dialed countless friends of Wally's and wrong numbers from the backseat of the car. Recently, he started picking up the house phone and dialing numbers. He not only does this in our home. He also pulls this move at my parent's house. On one such occasion, my brother, a law enforcement official, warned my mother that she shouldn't let him play with the phone in fear that he might dial 911 one day. I think we all thought, "that will never happen" until one day it did...
Last Wednesday, Wally caught Benjamin playing with the phone. When he was about to take it from him, he heard someone on the other line. "Hello this is 911. Is there an emergency?" Wally responded, "No, not at all. My one year old dialed 911 by accident. Sorry for the inconvenience." 911, "are you sure there isn't a problem?" Wally, "yes, I am sure. Thank you." Wally laughed to himself and then had a real emergency on his hands -- a poopy filled diaper. As he was changing the diaper, he heard someone in the foyer. Was someone in the house? "This is the Morristown police department someone here called 911." Wally once again chuckled at the absurdity of the situation and said, "I'm glad you are here," which then made the police officer alarmed, "you are glad I'm here?!" Wally then didn't want a nervous officer with a gun in his house said, "I will be right down to explain." After explaining the situation to the cop, she left satisfied with his story and saw that Ben was in capable hands.
First, Wally and I have to give a kudos to the Morristown police department for showing up so quickly after the call was made. The promptness of their response made us feel safe knowing they are out there protecting us. Second, lesson learned. Wally and I need to keep the phone away from Ben (as much as we humanely can) Third, while you can say it was a fluke that Benjamin dialed 911, I am feel good that my son, if I am out cold on the basement floor after falling down the steps (I have this weird thing that I am going to fall down the basement steps one day and no one will be there to save me) he can dial the police to rescue his Mommy.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
While sitting on the beach on Saturday afternoon, Nadia said let's play one of our favorite games, "if"! I'd almost forgotten about "if". Jennifer gave us a bit of a quizzical look but once we got rolling I think it became her new favorite game as well. Following is just a sampling of some of the questions and answers from that beautiful afternoon:
If you were given $10,000 and you had to spend it on yourself (no gifts for the kids or boyfriend/husband and mom and dads) what would you get?
Nadia's response - A Birkin or Kelly Bag or both -- basically some sort of fab Hermes bag (I have no doubt one day she will have her coveted bag). She also mentioned a big diamond wedding band but I told her for 10k it might be disappointing
Jennifer's response - She would like to indulge in a little plastic surgery (my lips are sealed as to what type) and remodel her bathroom
My response - It was easy, and personally, I think my answers were the best. I want a classic Chanel suit and a Cartier tank watch. I hope to one day have one or both.
If you had to give a name to your next baby or first baby right this minute, what would it be?
Nadia's response - Liam and Hope
Jennifer's response - Elise (spelling?) after her Grandmother. If she had a boy, we would have taken the child away from her because she couldn't decide on a name -- we warned her time was running out.
My response - Nathaniel Rosol for a boy (Rosol is my mother's maiden name) and I said Natalie Ann but switched to Abagail (I almost had my baby girl taken away from me too).
If you could change one body part what would it be?
Nadia's response - butt
Jennifer and I - boobs
We all gave a few others but these were our top priorities.
There were many other questions that were asked that day but I chose to give everyone a little taste and not reveal all of our secrets. Some "ifs" should remain just between us girls...
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Test - Passed