Monthly Archives: March 2009

My little future NHL PA Announcer….

Well at least he doesn’t want to be a radio DJ….this is totally the lesser of two evils.

So much for my dreams of him becoming an in demand brain surgeon or a high powered lawyer.

There goes mommy and daddy’s dreams of an early retirement on an island in the Caribbean.

Damn the powerful draw of a microphone.


Welcome to the Jungle….

I never ever, ever should have turned the radio on this morning.

I should have just left the TV on and grooved to the musical numbers from the Backyardigans on Treehouse.

Instead, I randomly selected a radio station and the first song I heard was Guns ‘N Roses ‘Welcome To The Jungle’.

Now normally I crank up this song when I hear it….but his morning I just had this bad feeling about it….it was like a premonition of what was to come.

And I was right in my musically based fears.
The damn song was my fate for the remainder of the day.
The song followed me around EVERYWHERE.
And it wasn’t a good thing [no offence to Axl Rose and company]

Damn those music gods.

It was like that song switched on the ‘full moon crisis mode’ in both of my children.
Non &^^%%$# stop since they woke up.
One meltdown after another.
When one crisis was resolved another was one brewing, waiting to explode.

And then Mummy reached her ‘that’s it I’ve had it’ point.
That happened when Matteo pushed Isabella into the row of toy bins in his room.
[He’s had the ‘don’t push your baby sister’ lecture more times that I can count]
So I took Isabella to her room and told Matteo he was having a nap whether he liked it or not [and he didn’t…the kid hasn’t napped since he was 15 months old…yes I have a slight hate-on for parents whose kids nap, but I digress] and I closed the door and walked away.

According to my calculations, crying fit #145 of the day took place.
Matteo kept getting out of his bed, would kick his door and tell me that he was going to hit me because he was so mad.
I just kept marching back in, kept repeating that he was being punished for continuously pushing his sister around and he was going to lie down on his bed until I told him he could get up.
Eventually, after 22 long minutes of the back and forth routine, he finally fell asleep.

And I felt like shit.
Damn the guilt.
I hate being the hard ass. Even though it seems to be my role more often than not.
I felt bad for coming down on Matteo, when in his defence I couldn’t really blame him.
He’s a such a good kid at heart but his sister annoys him on a daily basis.
And like any adult, he has a breaking point too.

See his sister Isabella is one VERY determined 1 year old girl.
She hard headed, very emotional and clearly loves and adores her brother.
And the only way she can show how much she loves him is to be around him as often as she can and that includes doing EVERYTHING that he’s doing all the time.
What Matteo is eating she wants.
What Matteo is playing with she wants.
What Matteo is reading she wants.

Truth is Matteo can never get a moment to himself.
And forget about getting cuddling alone time with Mummy and Daddy
That alone can send Isabella into a screaming tantrum.
She may be only one but she’s clearly has the attitude of a girl going on 15.
So help me when she hits those teenage years.
If nothing else, she’s 100% confirmed that my husband and I are done having children.
She is, at times, 3 kids rolled into one.

I know that one day Matteo will be Isabella’s biggest defender and protector.
He will ease into that big brother role and Isabella, like any younger sister does, will love him and hate him all that the same time for constantly watching out for her.
I know that time will come.
But for now his 3 year old mind only sees her as the baby sister that bugs him everyday and never leaves him alone.

After 30 minutes I went back into Matteo’s room to wake him up. It was his first real nap in almost 2 years.
The first thing he did when he opened his big, beautiful brown eyes was get up and give me the biggest bear hug and he say ‘Mommy, I love you so much…I am so sorry I got mad at Isabella…I won’t be mad at her anymore, I love you so much Mommy…more than anything in the whole world….just hug me for a little bit, it’ll make me feel better.”
And I did and my heart melted a thousand times over.

For it was in that one moment that I knew why we have kids and we willingly endure all those tantrums and days from hell.
Because you know that your children have this unconditional love for you and you really are the most important things to them [teddy not included]…..
That is until the parental coolness factor starts to lose its luster.
But until then, it truly is the greatest feeling in the world.

And the beauty was, it almost made me forget the completely crappy ‘welcome to the jungle’ day from hell that this mummy was having.
But tomorrow morning the radio stays off….Backyardigans it is.

P Diddy on Ellen

So P Diddy made an appearance on the Ellen show.

Let’s just say that I wasn’t a fan of the man before the show and now I like him even less if that is at all possible.

Ellen asked him about inviting Chris Brown and Rihanna to his mansion after the assault, so that they could reconcile.

Seriously can someone please shut him up?

How about you just say that you don’t smack a woman around period…end of story….
It’s that black and white.

This is not about ‘casting a stone’ or passing judgement….this is about telling your friend what he did was wrong…
And he has to answer for what he did.
Its called accountability.
Something P Diddy refuses to verbalize.

He talks about relationships getting ugly.
Yes, they do P Diddy but when it comes to abusive relationships…you leave, you get out of it.
You don’t put up the abuser and the victim in your house so they can work things out…

You want to spend that money of yours wisely?
How about setting up Chris Brown with some needed therapy to overcome his very obvious demons?

I don’t need to know the back story, I just needed to see what Mr. Brown did to Rihanna’s face…
And now they are back together…thanks to your housing arrangement.

Yes P Diddy, a fine example you’ve set for all the young women who have had boyfriends beat the crap out of them…
Its all good…we’ve given you prayer….now all has been fixed…
No how about you both need counselling, therapy and you need to be away from each other.
Because it never just ends at one time…..its always just the beginning.

What I would like to ask P Diddy is this…
Let say that hypothetically one day, your daughter’s future boyfriend beats the crap out of her, would you do the same and invite them both to your vacation house so they could ‘work it out’?
Think about it.
Yeah that’s what I thought.

March 10, 2009…Happy New Year!!!!!

Yes, yes…I have the bottle of Baby Duck chilling in the fridge and my party hat and noise makers are on stand by…

It is March 10th and I am finally allowing myself to celebrate New Year’s…

Today marks my daughter Isabella’s 1st birthday.

Its been quite the year. Long and very trying at times.

Isabella has taken many trips to the Children’s Hospital, awful IV attempts, reactions to formulas, long sleepless nights because of stomach pain and teething, food allergies [peas and barley damn you both!], lots of tears and crying…

But we made it…all four of us as a family.

We survived.

And for me that is worth celebrating.

Plus my son, Matteo who turned 3 last month, is now completely toilet trained [day and night], no more soother and we took away the baby monitor from his room….my little man is growing up.

This last year, in retrospect, has gone by really fast…but when you are in the thick of it, you doubt very much you will ever see the end of the tunnel.

But it comes.

So tonight I will raise my glass of Baby Duck and toast the year that was and the year that will be.

Happy Birthday Isabella.

Love you.