Wednesday, February 24, 2010

We've Got the Winters

It's hit me. I knew it would happen around this time, but I didn't know how fierce it would be. My skin is pale, my jeans are tight (hello extra SIX POUNDS), I've found myself standing in front of my closet, staring at sundresses for long periods of time, and the kids and I are just plain maxed out on the indoor activities. I've started to get irritable and cranky whilst staring out at the grey, 30 degree weather. This city is incredibly beautiful, but even IT has started to look dreary.

I'm tired of Winter. I'm tired of walking to preschool, or grocery shopping, or any other errand under the sun (AHEM, I wish) bundled and sweaty under four layers of clothing. I'm tired of rain boots and umbrellas and gloves and kid tantrums from dealing with all of that too. At least I know why I have to wear a jacket, they seem to think I'm doing it out of pure TORTURE.

I know I'm whining like an ungrateful California girl but really? This is getting absurd.

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Don't get me wrong. The snow here in Manhattan is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. It feels and looks like heaven. We are expecting another snow storm and I am actually looking forward to it! The snow is new and fun to us still, and I'm happy that I enjoy it. I have been told that it actually doesn't snow here all that often, so I consider us lucky. We don't have to shovel or drive in it so it's really just fun. If it's going to be this cold, it might as well snow and give us an outdoor activity.

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Because we're, well, going a little stir crazy.

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Birdie has just about worn a track into our wood floors with her baby stroller, and Bubba (AND I, lest you forget) have played every board game no less than 100 times. And then there's the dress up.

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Good thing I love them to death and they make me laugh until my stomach hurts. Even when I feel like I'm getting bored or tired or irritated, I'm pretty sure these are the days I'll cherish the most.

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Sunday, February 21, 2010

Potty Training Part DEUX

We've had a busy week. Seriously, I don't think there's ever a time when I don't FEEL busy, but the last seven days have been actually filled with people and things and events and activities. Every. Single. Day.

In-Laws came to stay with us from California for about four days to see the kids and celebrate my husbands 29th birthday. We also had a blast celebrating Valentine's Day (which is now my THIRD most favorite holiday. I love celebrating love, what can I say. I'm a sap). I was invited to attend the Toy Fair, which was huge and overwhelming and amazing! Then my mother and sister came to visit us for about 3 1/2 days and we literally walked around the entire city for about 16 hours in three days. It was wonderful.

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This week was a huge week for Birdie, too. It's like she set a deadline for herself to have a few things accomplished before she turned 17 months old.

We switched her out of the high chair and into a booster seat, and now she eats a ton (with utensils) and screams a lot less.

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A few days before that she also started asking to use the potty, and to my total surprise, she actually DID. She peed and poo-pooed every single time she asked to go potty! I really wasn't expecting this (We literally JUST trained Bubba) but I sort of knew she was ready. I didn't know what to do though, thinking she was a little young for PT, but I decided to run with it. I fetched a pair of Bubba's training pants and threw them on her.

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Babylegs are essential for potty training, especially in the winter. (The boots are on because she loves them, even though we have a no-shoe policy. NYC=dirty)

On her 17 month birthday, we walked to Buy Buy Baby and purchased a couple of sets of her very own training pants. She is so proud of these (and it is SO cute to see her get so excited).

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She has had a couple of dry mornings but I haven't really pushed the matter yet. I'm thinking we'll probably dedicate next weekend to really working on it if she stays consistent through the week. It's a little bittersweet... I mean, of course I hate diapers (most of the time), but she is my baby, and this major rush she is in to grow up is really kind of getting to me! I always knew that if I had a daughter, she would be just like me in all ways. I suppose this is what I get.

I am so proud of her.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Preschool in NYC: Our Experience

When I was pregnant with Bubba, I heard stories about some mothers who put their children on waiting lists for preschools while they were still pregnant. I thought this was a little crazy, and didn't pay any more attention to it until Bubba turned about 12 months old. I started to research the preschools in our area, which was in Northern California at the time. I found one that I absolutely loved. We toured it with one sweet woman who let Bubba sit in and enjoy the class and outdoor activities. I knew most of the children in the class and a few of the teachers as well. It was perfect for our family, and for Bubba. The tuition for his first year of preschool was going to be around $4,000 for 3 half days a week. Seemed like a whole lot of money at the time. I knew it was what Bubba needed though, so I asked to be put on the wait list for when he turned about 2 1/2. They called me in March of last year and told me that there was a spot for him open and asked if I was going to be registering. Not really knowing what our future had in store for us (we didn't know where Dr. J would be attending Dental School- still waiting on admissions letters), I had no choice but to withdraw our name from the stack.

Flash forward to May, 2009. We learn that Dr. J's options for Dental School were limited, and we would be moving to New York City in August. I scramble to find a decent neighborhood and pediatrician on the internet, which was hilarious in a totally stressed out way (I registered the kids into a practice in TriBeCa. TriBeCa is SO FAR from where we are now, I was so clueless). We fly to NYC in July and find our home within 4 hours of landing. Within a month the four of us are here, shell shocked and quickly learning how things are done in this completely and totally new and different environment.

I register Bubba for a pre-preschool program, 2 half days a week in a wonderful community organization. We love it. You've heard me go on and on about how great this place is, it was the pivotal point in getting us settled here in the city. This is also where I learned about the complete insanity that is preschool registration in Manhattan and the boroughs of NYC.

I came into this preschool registration business about three years too late with Bubba, so we're kind of flying on a wing and a prayer for getting him into a good program. Most of the moms that I have talked to have applied to an average of seven schools. Each school requires a $50 application fee, and most of the appointments for interviews needed to have been made by January. This means that you have to actually know which schools are out there, which ones are the "good ones", and which ones will be the easiest to get to, travel wise. Never mind the cost- I'll get to that.

We absolutely lucked out- in our building complex, there is a preschool, and it's a really good one. They even happen to give an ever so slight preference to the tenants of the complex. While I was in California, I scheduled our appointment in early December and sent poor Dr. J, knee deep in his first Dental School finals, to the preschool with a check and the required family photo so that we would be guaranteed an interview spot.

We were told to come to the school for our interview the day after Bubba's third birthday. I dressed him in a clean polo and jeans, myself in some J Crew separates, and Dr. J wore a nice button down white shirt. I have heard stories of the teachers and administrators asking the children to recite their ABC's, and putting the kids on the spot to do other three-year-old "tricks" during the interviews, so I was really nervous. This one wasn't like that so much, but they definitely observed Bubba in a few different situations (free and organized play, snack time and communicating with peers and teachers) and took many notes during the hour that we were there. He was a little angel, sweet as pie with with everyone, and even cleaned up when he was asked. Proud momma moments.

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He can almost write his name! That ought to get him in, right?!

Not really knowing what the criteria was for getting a spot in the school, I asked one of the parent-teachers before hand. She simply said "we will base your acceptance on your enthusiasm for the school". It's hard to be enthusiastic, though, when you are also the one doing the interviews. I was trying to ask questions and get a feel for the curriculum and the teachers themselves, as well as being excited about the program. I'm also nervous because I believe that this may be one out of only two chances of getting him into preschool in September. We've only had one other tour and interview, and that was at the school that we are at now. I don't LOVE that program, but I will be happy with it.

There are 16 spots at the first school, and so far there have been 40+ applicants. From what I have been told, this ratio is really promising compared to most. There are a lot of preschools in NYC, as you can imagine. We have chosen two to apply to, and they are on the lower end, price wise. We are looking at paying five figures to send Bubba to preschool for four hours a day, five days a week for one school year. This is average. It's akin to paying $6 dollars for a half gallon of milk (TRUE STORY) here in Manhattan. The demand is so high, there are so many people that they can charge this much and people will pay it. Of course there are programs that cost less and some that are free, but those programs mostly start with a waiting list (similar to the school we applied to in CA), and unless you're child's name is on the list since before he/she was born, your chances are very slim.

It also helps if you have connections. In the documentary on preschool in Manhattan, Nursery University, one parent actually wrote a letter on their David Letterman Show letterhead to the school and the administrators accepted the child without batting an eye. "...even in today's difficult economy, the admissions process is considered more competitive than that of the nation's top Ivy League universities, and the demand has driven annual preschool admissions upwards of $20,000". As obscene as it is, that is the truth.

As you know, I don't work and my husband is in dental school, so the math doesn't really add up at all. We'll be taking out more loans for preschool this year, and as painful as it is financially, I am not really going to fight it. It is what it is, and we're talking about my son's education and early development, not a small home in the Midwest (although... ahem). I've done a lot of research and this is the best decision for our family, and for Bubba. He absolutely thrives in school. The relationships that he has developed with his peers and teachers has made an incredible impact on him and his confidence. He teaches his little sister to sing the "clean up" and "team work" songs while they put their toys away together. I know that he wouldn't be coming along this much socially and otherwise had I decided to home school him-which absolutely crossed my mind when we saw the price tag for preschool.

The benefits outweigh the risks for us here, now I am just crossing my fingers and toes that he gets into one of these schools. We'll hear the news along with everyone else in New York City on March 8th.

This entire experience has made me really curious about preschool around the country. Here in NYC, we can expect that the teachers will have their Master's Degrees and the ratio is generally pretty small; 16 children per 3 teachers. I would love to hear your feedback on your experiences putting your children in preschool, and whether or not you home school. We come from a family of teachers, three of which (my mother, my sister and my mother-in-law) all have their Master's Degrees in Child Development. I believe that the socialization is key in my own children, and will most likely not home school for that reason, amongst others. I have considered it though, and of course it is right for some families!

This has been an interesting process, thank you for listening and all of your feedback!

Monday, February 8, 2010

Slight Case of the Mondays

So today was special. It started out nice actually, and I thought that maybe it was going to be a decent day. We had a couple of errands to run in the morning, so that always means the day will be at least half productive.

That's when Monday threw up on me. I went to get cleaned up in the bathroom, leaving the littles to play in their room together for a couple of minutes. They have been getting better at this in recent weeks, but it only lasts for about 5 minutes at a stretch (I'll take it). Not three minutes into my teeth brushing, I head into their room to find every single toy they own on the floor. Their room was paved in toys. Three minutes, ARE YOU KIDDING ME. We I picked them up and proceeded to get them dressed for the day. This is usually the first major tantrum, and usually epic. Bubba hates getting out of his jammies and Birdie cannot stand having her diaper changed (and getting dressed). This happens twice a day, every single day without fail. Then there is the getting-out-of-the-apartment-OMG-JACKETS-AND-SHOES-NOOO0 Tantrums. Once we finally get out of the building, it is fine. Today the doorman was too busy reading his magazine to open the door for me and my brood in the double stroller. Whatever, I can handle it (can I get a memo on a doorman's job description PLEASE?). No biggie, really.

Both kids fall asleep as I walk from 28th street to 14th street to get to to Trader Joe's and Whole Foods for our weekly grocery stop. Decide to make a call to get some health insurance FINALLY. 6 calls in and I finally reach a person. I also run smack into some road work and someone using a jackhammer, WHILE two fire engines are screaming by. I lose the call. No biggie.

Realizing it is 12:00 and I need to be at the pediatrician's office at 12:20, I literally RUN from 14th to 34th street and arrive at 12:25. One elevator is out and there is a line to get upstairs. The Dr. determines Bubba does, in fact, have an ear infection and prescribes some antibiotics (HALLELUJAH! Last time we were there, the Dr. looked at me and told me I "wasted my time" coming there for a "common cold" Thanks, lady). Prescription gets filled in 45 minuted at the drug store across the street. I proceed to leave my other purchases at the store. No biggie.

Get home and try to put them both down for a nap at around 3pm. Doorman buzzes just as I'm reading stories and Trader Joe's drops off my first delivery. Both children fall asleep and no less than 5 minutes later, the doorman buzzes not once, not twice, not four but FIVE TIMES and wakes both children up. THIS IS A BIGGIE. I graciously thank the Whole Foods delivery guy and call the doorman, demanding his name. Same doorman as before. I'm beyond livid at this point. You can mess with pretty much anything else but DO NOT MESS WITH NAP TIME. This is my sanity hour.

Both kids up, I asses the kitchen. 8 bags of groceries to put away, and one of them is doused in pink smoothie. I love the delivery service, but every single time, something gets damaged. It's not usually pink smoothie.

I somehow make it through an hour of Candyland and HiHo Cherri-o and then Dr. J gets home. Huge sigh of relief! We had a nice scream-filled dinner (why don't toddlers eat?), and then it's bath time.

And this happens.

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She looks tough with her Elmo and Cookie Monster tattoos, doesn't she? This little girl has me shaking in my boots, frankly. She's a little pistol- albeit a sweet pistol. More attitude than I have ever seen in someone so tiny!

They are both asleep now. Huz is studying and I numbed my brain with some Bachelor. Now it's off to do 4 loads of laundry in the basement. Sometimes, these days just need to be written down. At the end of the day, all I could do was laugh, especially at little Z in the bathtub half dressed. C'est La Vie!

Have a great week :)

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Sesame Street Live!

Today was a very special day for Bubba and I. A day that I had been wanting for so long... time with just my little man. There haven't been many opportunities for me to have one on one time with the kids at all unfortunately, so when one comes up I definitely jump at it. Sadly, today my one-on-one time came at Birdie's expense. She was too sick to join us at the show, but on the bright side she did get some daddy time!

We have been wanting to take the kids to see Sesame Street Live at Madison Square Garden, but I honestly didn't know how we were going to make it work. Then I got an email earlier this week inviting myself and the rest of the family to not only see the opening show, but also to meet some of the characters! Honestly, pinch me. I was (and still am) more excited than Bubba ever was. He isn't much of a television watcher, so I don't think this was a huge deal to him. The same thing happened when we met Santa Claus. I was ecstatic, but him-not so much. In fact, his reaction to Elmo and Cookie Monster was exactly the same as his reaction to Santa. He took one look at them and nearly scaled his way up onto my shoulder. So I got to sit on their laps, too.

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He was far more interested in covering himself and me in stickers and tattoos.

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While he was busy with that and we were waiting to go into the theater, I was able to finally meet and chat with some fellow City bloggers that I love so much: Carol, Lisa, Corine, and Heidi, it was so great to meet you all!

The show itself was so much fun. It wasn't too loud, the lights were just enough, and the music was energetic without being too obnoxious. Well, relatively anyway. Dare I say I even got a TEENSY bit choked up when Big Bird told the children not to grow up too fast. I used to LOVE Sesame Street as a child, and when he said that I felt like I was a child again, sitting right next to my own baby.

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The lights went up, we grabbed all of our goodies (and an extra Zoe doll for our Z at home) and headed outside to catch a cab home. Such a fun day.

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If any of you will be in the NYC area for the next month or so and would like to see Sesame Street Live at Madison Square Garden, email me at MommasGoneCity@gmail.com and I will send you a code for a 50% off discount on tickets. Awesome, right?

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Just a Tuesday...

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Monday, February 1, 2010

The Smallest Pirate

Well, we did it. I didn't think we could actually get 20+ people in our tiny little apartment but we did! And comfortably, I might add. At least it seemed comfy. We invited Bubba's entire preschool class of ten children and their parents to celebrate his third birthday. It was a little cramped and slightly chaotic, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. The sense of community and home here in Manhattan was truly heartwarming.

My mom even came out for the weekend to bake the cake and make his special birthday dinner:

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The best part: Stories and snuggles with YiaYia at the end of the day:

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(Birdie's favorite thing to do is keep a washcloth on her head. Preferably damp.)

We're knee deep in the preschool application and interview process right now. Round two starts tomorrow. I'll be doing a post on this as soon as I can... it's completely bizarre. The preschool that Bubba is attending now isn't actually PRESCHOOL. It's a gradually separating program- essentially pre-preschool. Awesome CHA CHING. I'll be signing up Birdie tomorrow for this exact class. Is it possible that she will be in a school program in a few short months?!