Yet another reminder to myself to not take things so seriously in life. Had the best time building a gingerbread house for the first time.
There eventually comes a time when you have to make a choice. You have to choose between who you were and who you want to be. The ultimate goal, for me at least, is to be the best possible version of myself in hopes that I may influence my child to live the same way. This isn’t easy, but it is…
An interesting, “divine” theory came to me yesterday while I was driving – it’s always when I’m driving. Or in the shower. Or changing the toilet paper roll. It’s always those moments, right?
My second, and last, child has a dynamic personality that I’d love to take credit for, but I know it’s just “him.” That’s what I tell people. “Oh that’s just him! We’re along for the crazy ride!”
And here’s where I get all existential on your asses. Before I got pregnant with Dominic, I had a D&C for a pregnancy that wasn’t advancing. It was the second time I lost a pregnancy, my first being before my first child.
I had a very “I don’t care” attitude after the second loss. Days went by, things happened, people were happy, people were sad. The overwhelming sense of not having any control in my life was humbling and liberating.
When we saw Baby D’s profile on ultrasound, I remember saying, “Hi, little face.” I still call him that.
This child has blown into our lives and thrown us all for a loop. He loves life. He eats dog food (before we catch him). This weekend he touched as many port-o-potties as he could before we stopped him. He crouches down when he sees the kitty outside and talks to him at his level.
And I can’t help but wonder, does he know? Does he know there was major sadness in our lives before he came along, and was he designed to be this fireball of life and living?
However it happened, man am I glad it happened. Life with him is 10 times as exciting as before.
We’re in for a wild ride, and I don’t care if there’s a seat belt for me. I’m riding it hands up in the air, roller-coaster style.
Hello, little face.
I keep looking at this picture because it makes me happy to see him looking at me this way. That’s the good stuff right there. It’s what my weekends are all about.
Before the Nightline piece aired last night, the producer texted me and said: “We put our whole heart into this one.” After watching it, it’s easy to see what he meant. Such a poetic presentation of HONY. I was floored by it. Thanks to Bill Weir and Cassius Kim for putting it together.
If you missed it, you can find it here: http://abcn.ws/GKIES7
Oh Florida, you welcoming, gracious, sweaty, hot bitch. What a great hang you were! Every time we get together I’m reminded why so many fun-loving people flock to you for vacation. Your beaches, climate and crazy summer weather patterns are so conducive to eating, binge-drinking and naps. You…
Of course this Jersey girl has to blog about James Gandolfini’s passing. What else is on my mind today?
What is on my mind:
• The opening credits of “The Sopranos,” rolling through neighborhoods all-too familiar to me. Pizza Land. The cemetery.
• Episode viewings — especially the finale — being a big deal for my group of friends.
• The show’s finale, filmed in a booth at one of my hometown staples, Holsten’s Confectionery. A small-town candy/ice cream shop that sells my mother’s favorite candy and employed many friends throughout the years.
Know what Holsten’s is up to today, one day after the news broke? It’s busy serving customers and news teams, and has been crowded since Wednesday night.
When a television show like “The Sopranos” chooses a specific location instead of always filming on a set, people get excited. We’re all viewers in some way — trying to catch a glimpse of a famous actor, or searching for something familiar in the background when we see it on the big screen.
The impact is great. You can see it at Holsten’s today, which is keeping a table reserved for Tony Soprano.