Friday, June 29, 2007

Quote of the Week

June 29, 2007

While staring at the Gazelles at the Bronx Zoo:

My friend says to her son:
"Come on, let's go find the REAL animals."

Gradually Going Green

June 29, 2007


I went to the Bronx Zoo this week. It was HOT. My favorite part was peeing here at the Eco-Restroom. The video is REALLY interesting....



Thursday, June 28, 2007

Ticked.

June 28, 2007

I love working with my kids.

Its an adventure, it's special time together, and we get some fun keepsakes.

After the two girls did Real Simple Family last month, the three of us were put on hold to do a cover try for the same issue. They wanted us held for July 2 and 3. I am leaving town on the 3rd, so I could only do the 2nd.

After 1 day of calling back and forth about this, and getting updated pix of the girls, we spent the NEXT day calling back and forth about their updated sizes. I was starting to get excited and then...

they decided to do the shoot on the 3rd. DAMNIT (yes this deserves a swear).

Then today I got put on hold with my little one for ParentING magazine for July 6 and 7...sorry guys, OUT OF TOWN.

AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH. And to top it all off, I have been auditioning my BUTT off this month, with tantalizing callbaks and holds here and there, and NO BOOKINGS.

I am ticked. It seems like EVERY time I plan a trip, something comes up. And so goes my life...

Third Person Thursday

June 28, 2007

She got there with about 8 minutes to spare.

She was in the green room in the basement of the Lincoln Center. Oh good, there was a bathroom. Though her mind was quiet, at peace and rather calm, her bowels were not.

She didn't understand why she couldn't seem to get it together in that area, but sometimes the body just does what it does with nerves.

She went to the bathroom, and when she came out, into the green room, the monitor checked her in. She drank some water and then, "Oh crap." Literally.

She went back in the bathroom and tried to relax and will the girl before her to sing all her songs and say all her copy....twice....maybe three times...come on come on.

She heard a voice. It was the monitor: "Kristy!"

"YES!" She called...FROM THE BATHROOM....the monitor responded: "Take your time...."

She tried to finish up as fast as she could, and when she exited said to him: "Good thing I am not the type of person that is easily embarrassed!"

Yup, good thing.

More Renegade

This is the cute sweatshirt-y shirt I got at renegade, finally got a pic:


I have a white tee shirt underneath...I like the asymmetry, and the polka-dot lined hood.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Ballet Recital

June 27, 2006

The ballet recital that we have been waiting for and preparing for for SO LONG was on Sunday.

This year I volunteered to be a backstage mom. Last year was such a thrill to be in the audience and see my little girl do her dance, but immediately upon conclusion of the night she had a meltdown. I blamed most of this on the lateness of the hour-it was about 9 pm. She was also 4 years old. This year I decided to try to avoid that and be a backstage mom.

It was actually fun. The little girls were really good, coloring in books and eating snacks. I did my daughter's hair and makeup backstage and anticipated interest in that, and so brought extra Q-tips so that I could share my makeup with them. Another whole class asked me to do their makeup before they went out, so we started an assembly-line of little blue-tutued girls, and I applied blue eyeshadow and glitter to their sweet little faces.

(this is her with her really close friend from her pre-k class)

Backstage we waited to go on, and I entertained them with silly dances, and then it was time for their performance. I admit, though I was in very close proximity to my daughter, standing in the wings, it wasn't quite the same as being in the audience, though I am pretty sure no matter where you were sitting, you could see my daughter fix her wedgy, TWICE.

After their performance, I organized a little simon says and hokey pokey to help pass the time. When it was time to go and say thank you to her Dad and grandparents for coming, she had a meltdown. I was pretty shocked, because she was so even the entire night. I then started to remember when I was in junior high and high school, how after a performance I would just bawl my eyes out. I remembered the other day at the audition that I missed, that my reaction was to cry. I think it is just totally natural to need a release after SO MUCH build up. Poor little girl.

She got over it pretty quickly, and we were able to take a few more photos, but I just felt bad that as a 5-year-old she probably doesn't even understand why she would cry like that.

On Monday, on our way to the violin lesson she said: "Mom, next week (she meant year), at my recital, I want you to be backstage mom again." I asked her WHY? and she said because I was so silly backstage. But whatever the reason, I'll take it.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

It's only Tuesday?

June 26, 2007

Today was going to be low key, but ended up a little crazy.

We began with one of our favorite free concerts in the park. We saw Audra Rox, who teaches classes in Brooklyn, and is a kid rocker. Our favorite songs of the day: DANCE IN THE MIDDLE and HOPE MY MAMA SAYS YES!

While there, I got a call about a last minute audition for a film starring Ed Norton and Katherine Heigl. My part would be 3 lines long, as a bride. I rushed home, arranged a babysitter, brided myself up (dewey makeup, updo, white tank and white skirt--frankly, I looked better this afternoon than on my ACTUAL wedding day), and left.

It went fine. I am sure a LARGE part of the decision will be based on who LOOKS the best next to the lead actors.

When I got home, I got a call from my print agent, putting me on hold for Real Simple Family. After the call, the following conversation ensued at my house:
ME: Hey, remember when you and the little one did Real Simple Magazine? Well, I might get to do it too!
D1: With us?
ME: No, they just want me...so we all get to do our separate photos.
D1: Wouldn't that be cool if they put all of our photos together: Me looking at the book, and sister eating the cheerios, and you, what will your pose be?

I then went into this whole disapproving, hands on my hips pose that somehow brought with it the song KIDS from Bye Bye Birdie. The girls giggled quite a lot as I sang it to them.

Then the phone rang. It was my agent again:
Agent: So, you are on hold, and they want the girls on hold too.
I told D1, and she said: See, I told you us too.

First Day of Violin

June 26, 2007



Yesterday was our second violin lesson. The first was spent entirely on bow work. Parts of the bow, holding the bow, practicing rest position and playing position of the bow hold etc. I felt completely overwhelmed when the lesson was over. Though it's been 7 years since I graduated with a Bachelor of Music degree, I still thought I would be pretty prepared to help my child with her music education. Not so. Even the violin class that I took for a quarter in college, is nowhere to be found in my memory bank. With the pretty decent amount of musical knowledge that I have, I cannot imagine what other parents must feel like upon attending their child's first class. Ay ya ya.

I am guessing that technique will always be paramount, but ESPECIALLY at the beginning, and no amount of music theory or voice lessons would have prepared me for proper violin posture...so it all makes sense that I am feeling like I need to put my second child up for adoption, quit my job and say goodbye to all my friends and life as I know it, so that I can effectively direct violin practice sessions in my home.

But seriously, after a week of practicing, it wasn't THAT bad. It was actually nice to be forced to carve out some one on one time together. She seems to enjoy the attention too, since little sister demands a great deal of mine. It is also nice to have a little structure during these summer months of fish jumpin and the cotton being high...or just the pile on my shaggy (and still shedding like maybe 4 cats now) carpet.

Yesterday's lesson was all about the violin and its many, many, many parts. From my perspective, the most positive thing about this experience, is that I am learning. I LOVE learning new things, and yesterday I learned that a violin has ribs, a tail piece, pegs, fine tuners, F-holes, and shoulders. Hey look now YOU learned something too.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Condo Adventures: Girls Room Wall

June 25, 2007


I am planning on switching out the photos in these frames eventually. Although I LOVE that center one of the baby.........so cute. I might put the latest modeling job pics in there if I like them, or just stick to my fave snapfshots...

The girls sheets are these paisley pixel, so the dots go really well with the polka-dot elephant and bear.

My oldest is obsessed with bears and my youngest with elephants. I think they will love these sweet animals on their walls. I got them from National Badger, special ordered at Renegade.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

EHarmony.com

June 24, 2007

I had my first online meet-up this weekend.

Ever since I entered the blogging world back in December 2005-has it really been 18 months? crazy..., I have met a lot of new people ONLINE.

There is one online friend in particular that I have found a lot in common with. Her name is Rachel, and you can visit her blog here.

She came to NYC a while back and we tried to meet, but it didn't really work out. On Friday, I tried all afternoon to make it happen, and I just got too bogged down with auditions and I couldn't make it work. So yesterday after my audition for Voices of Ascension, and picking up some summer chapter read-aloud books for the kids, I finally met up with her and her BFF Lisa from Connecticut.

We had SUCH an easy time talking to each other as we have kids the same age, we go to the same church, and we love makeup and girlie stuff. Here is the weirdest coincidence. Lisa and Rachel met in Columbus, OH in 2000 while their husbands were in school there. My husband got accepted there to begin in 2000 and we had decided on there, and made the announcement and made plans to go. Sort of last minute, everything changed and we ended up in MD, but it was almost like we were DESTINED to be friends....b/c we would have met about 7 years ago. Weird huh?

It was nice to be with some good midwest girls over some Vermont-Cheddar mac n chees, yes of course I had to take them to Chat N Chew.

We parted ways because I had to get home, but it was such fun to meet some new friends IN THE FLESH and not through my keyboard.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Wicked

June 23, 2007

I saw it tonight, for the second time. The first was a LOOOOOOOOOONG time ago when it was still previews, with the original cast.

I hated it then.

Why? Well, I had read the novel, and a lot of great parts from the novel were, well, gone. In fact, I am pretty sure the entire ending was completely fabricated...but I will have to double check that.

Anyway, I had a hard time getting over the novel being so different from a Broadway musical. Just seeing it spelled out like that, it seems quite obvious that they might be a shade different...book, broadway show, book, broadway show...yeah, pretty different.

Anyway, tonight I got to see it again. And I was particularly interested because I worked with the Elphaba (Julia Murney) for 1 short week a few years ago, and when I heard she was in, I thought...Yes! She's perfect. And the gal playing Nessa (Cristy Candler), I see at auditions on occasion and we have become audition friends....so I was excited to see them, and they were amazing of course.

My fave though, was Galinda. Kendra Kassebaum was so funny. Her physical comedy....hilarious. She had this kick thing, that I just want to incorporate into my life now....loved it.

I think the highlight of my husband's night, there at Wicked, was seeing Tony Parker and Eva Longoria. Mostly, because they are a talking point EVERY NIGHT for Tony Kornheiser and Mike Wilbon on PTI. If they talk about it, then my DH cares. He is not a Spurs fan, nor has he watched a microsecond of Desperate Housewives, but because the men talk Eva and Tony, he is a fan. They were just down the row from us, and one row behind. We had better seats then them...thanks zinone. My DH informed me that since they are wedding in just a few days in France, that they would logically be in NYC, as it is an easier flight there then from CA or elsewhere....or maybe I just made up that conversation in my head since the show started..it's very possible.

Confirmed

She IS possessed by the devil.


Actually, she has this new eye thing she does...she likes to roll them in her head.

She's still quite (as my mother would say) enchanting, when she is not possessed. And yes, these were taken while she worked out some #2 action on the pot.



Friday, June 22, 2007

Summer Solstice

June 22, 2007


Living here, I write down a bunch of free stuff on my calender, and show up and hope it's great. The first time I did this was for the Brooklyn Easter Egg Hunt. It was really fun, but we didn't get there quite early enough. My daughter found I think 3 eggs. Luckily, she wasn't quite 2 yet, so it didn't hurt her feelings.

Yesterday morning we attended a puppet show at Madison Square Park. It was a great puppet show, but we had really bad seats and hot sun. The most fun of the morning was playing in the little manmade pool/lake/fountain-thingy (that was empty of water) there, after the show was over, and then eating sandwiches with our friends.


Last night we took a chance and attended the Summer Solstice Festival at Socrates Sculpture Park, just up the street. We had an absolutely delicious time. Aside from the avant garde sculptures in the park, we were able to listen to and dance to some Native American Music, get our faces painted, make Summer treasure boxes, wind"chimes" earrings, pirate hats, paper hats, tissue paper flowers, bracelets, and if it hadn't started to rain, I am sure much more.

While I was getting my face painted a photographer from the New York Sun, took a few photos, and I hit him up for his skeelz, for the photo of the three of us. Thanks photo-man.

The little one, loved these dancers, and I swear they were doing a rain dance because out of NOWHERE the heavens opened and we got poured on. As a result we bought a few hotdogs and ate them under a small patch of shelter at the park, before running to our car.

The recycling peops were there and challenged me to sort through some garbage. I learned that a few cartons I typically throw away, are indeed recyclable, so I was glad I stopped by their table. Go recycling!

These random balloon sculptures were mingling amongst the crowd. We decided these were a shrimp and a scorpion. They were doing some sort of dance that reminded me of mating I had seen on some nature shows, luckily it started raining so my girls didn't have many questions...

What a fabulous first day of summer we had. I had such a great time spending it with my girlies. Now today we work.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Condo Adventures: BUNK BEDS






Getting the bunk beds here has been a bit of a fiasco. On Monday I had this thought enter my brain, as if someone was talking to me: "Good thing those bunk beds are coming on Wednesday, too bad the mattresses won't be delivered with it!" I stopped. I thought. I realized that the mattresses and the bunk beds were two separate orders at the warehouse. During the fiasco I was only referencing the bunk beds, assuming that the two orders were together, and as a result had ONLY scheduled one of the two orders to be delivered. I called them up and they added the mattresses to the delivery. Whoosh. I would have been really mad. Ah TENDER MERCIES...

The night the bunk beds came was the first night in history that my daughter got her pajamas on and brushed her teeth without being asked, because she was SO EXCITED to go to sleep in her new bed.

Third Person Thursday

June 21, 2007

She goes to a lot of big buildings in the city.

Often, these buildings have several elevator banks. It's the same everywhere. Walk in. Show ID. Get a temporary pass printed out with a barcode.

Usually there is an elevator-bank-security-guy there to zap people through, or zap the badges through.

On Monday, there was no guy. There were about 4 paragraphs of instructions on the back of her barcoded pass.

She didn't want to read 4 paragraphs. She struggled. She read a few words, looked up at the computerized gate and waved the badge around. Nothing. She read a little more, got frustrated that she had to read in order to pass, and began flailing again.

Her 5-year-old daughter stared at her. Finally: "MOM!" She grabbed the pass, waved it once, the green light flashed and the gates opened. She gave it back to her mom whilst rolling her eyes and walked through.

Well.

As they were exiting there was a woman standing there struggling just like she had a few minutes before. She looked at her, pointed to her daughter and said: "She'll help." And she did.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Surprise

June 20, 2007

How is it possible that I am surprised twice in a week!? Monday night I exited my apartment to deposit my recycling in the refuse closet, and there on my door handle was this sign that said TOUCH OF GLASS. It was attached to my FAVORITE Garrett's Popcorn, which is brand new to NYC, but an old hometown of Chicago favorite. When you get it, because now you have to, get the MIX. There are lines AROUND THE BLOCK at Garrett's in Chi-town, and here, not more than one customer at a time in the store. Crying shame. New Yorkers just don't get it. Go taste it. Anyway, THANKS to my friends J and J for that unexpected treat.


Currently I am awaiting what feels like a gajillion packages from various internet shopping, and I have been BUGGING my doorman: Did the package come? Any packages for me? Anything for (insert apt. # here)? Hey, did UPS come yet? Have you seen the postman this morning? blah blah blah.

So, I finally got the call: A package came! And it was NOT what I was expecting, instead I opened up this envelope to find this cutely wrapped package, and IN the package was an apron. Now, aside from admiring these aprons from my aunt's blog, this apron means so much to me because it is the second one I have owned my whole life. I have had this dowdy brown one that I got at a bridal shower almost 10 years ago, and never replaced it. So, now I can cook in style...or shall I say heat-up in style!

Gradually Going Green

My niece is going green!!!! Hurray!

WATCH THE VIDEO HERE.

For Tracy M

June 20, 2007

For Tracy M, who recently made this comment: "You always look so flippin' good- is this a normal thing? I mean, please tell us in your day-to-day life you don't always look so put together and perfect!"


Obviously, I am not going to keep photos of myself that I find downright awful, but there are a few....so I thought I would share. Just keepin' it real peops.


And don't forget about the ugliest job ever and my real teeth.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Quote of the Week

June 19, 2007

Woman at Church (WAC): Can I ask you a personal question?

KAGE: Sure. (gulp.)

WAC: Are you pregnant?

KAGE: Why? Do I look it?

WAC: No, I am just asking because I am.

Well, that's an interesting way to announce you are pregnant....

She went on to explain that my DD had informed her that we were getting a baby named Rocco in December, and she was hoping we were having babies together.

NOPE.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Last Day of School

June 18, 2007

This photo says it ALL. Since day 1 of pre-K, my daughter staked her claim on this little boy, who we will call Brian. She came home one day and said:
"I am Brian's girlfriend, but he doesn't know he's my boyfriend."

One day, as we walked 1 block together, she tried to kiss him on the lips at parting. He QUICKLY dodged, and his mother suggested a high-five instead of a kiss.

I have not heard Brian say 1 word in all the afternoons I have tried to engage him. He is super cute and a little (lot) shy. My DD has had a major crush/infatuation/love affair with him all year.

We broke the news to her that Brian wouldn't be in her new Kindergarten class, but she insisted he would still be her boyfriend.

I am not worried about her heart being broken though, because as we reflected on the Step-Up Show (pre-k graduation) today she made mention of how handsome Stephen looked, and Brian seemed a fleeting thought...poor Brian...his first crush had to have been so painful...miss Chatty Kathy, always trying to kiss him, and then two seconds later crushing on another little boy! Brian, we will miss you, and I am sure you will not miss us!

Hats from Renegade



The look on her face does not reflect how she feels about the hat, she REALLY loved it....the mohawk one...

More Beechnut



My friend received my face in the mail, oh and some coupons from Beechnut...I loved the outfit they chose for this...wish I could get it (the photo) in a bigger size.

This weekend: Renegade

June 17, 2007

So, after about 3 hours, and an amount of money that will remain unwritten, I felt very satisfied by my experience at the Renegade Craft Fair this past weekend.

I bought:

A pendant like this, only yellow and the letter K...of course.

Cufflinks like this, only a J and G for my DH's initials: Father's day gift.

This darling mousepad.

This mirror (it was my second choice for the mousepad.)

For the girls room, I got a bear on green and an elephant on turquoise, 10 inchers. My girls are obsessed...one with bears the other with elephants. They will look so cute.

I got a hat kind of like this one for my 5-year-old...they were selling them for 20 bucks....NOT 110. And one like this one for the little one, but it is blue with brown mo-hawk. Also 20 bucks. They LOVED them.

I also found an artist who had this awesome 4' x 2' painting. I asked if she would custom make one that was 4' x 4' and she would for a good price. She gave me her business card and I CAN'T find it. I have been reading UP and DOWN the list of vendors that were at the craft fair, and I just can't figure out who she is. I will just have to go one by one and type in the websites and hope I find her....

My friend got one of these super cool clutches.

I also got a really cool embellised short-sleeved bright green sweatshirt...but no web link to that. If you are ever in the hood, you should check it out.

I would have more pix of the ACTUAL stuff, but the battery of my camera is running low and I lost the charger and I am waiting for the new one to come, and my daughter's pre-k graduation show is tomorrow, so I have to save the battery. sorry.

After the fair, my clutch friend and I dragged our families down to the Southstreet Seaport for Children's Day. We saw a very loud Barney, the dinosaur concert, and one song from John Lithgow and his band before the clouds opened and rain descended upon us.

We then attempted dinner in the totally swamped food court. We had to fight for tables and chairs, and one woman was so stubborn about losing the fight that 8 of us (our entire party) crowded around two small tables with the woman sitting right there with us, whilst her two small grandchildren and grown daughter hovered over us. Sorry, 4 kids under the age of 5 and 4 adults trumps you guys...she ordered stinky stinky fish sticks, I am sure just to spite me. It was.........interesting. The misadventures continue!

Sunday, June 17, 2007

To the Dads...

June 17, 2007


On Father's Day I think about my Dad and the Dad of my kids.

When my mom was dating, many many years ago, I would meet her boyfriends (my would-be Dads) and decide almost immediately whether or not I liked them.

There are two scenes in particular that come to mind. One of them offered me some crazy straws and I accepted but was like: "Oh, you think a crazy straw is going to buy my love huh?" (I was 6).

The other scene was with a different man and he brought us fruit. I had never seen kiwi before and I asked for some and he said in a would-be Dad voice: SAY PLEASE! And I was like: "uh-uh...you do NOT tell me to say PLEASE you are NOT my Daddy." (also age 6)

I also remember jumping on my bed and carrying on in my room while my mother had a date over in the next room.

But when I met my future Dad, he was different. He respected me for who I was, he talked to me on my level. He didn't push me into loving him or being his daughter. I called him by his first name for a while, until I was ready to call him Dad. He was patient, long-suffering and always loving, and continues to be to this day. I am glad that we all hung in there for those short dating years to get JUST the right fit.

It is a joy in my life to see my Dad (their PAPA) with my girls. They love him very much, so the tradition of good fathering continues.

It is a most magnificent joy to see my husband with my daughters. If everything else in my life was stripped away, the excitement, colors, music, spontaneity, laughter, art, ability, fortune, fame, books, ice cream, anthropologie, city life, I would be sustained by watching my husband and my daughters.

The sound of "Daddy!" when they hear his keys on the other side of the door.
The careful planning of Father's Day/Christmas/Birthday gifts.
The "How do you spell Dad?" as a special picture is being drawn.
The "HUG! HUG! HUG! HUG!" demands.
The "bless Daddy's" in a little girl's prayer.
The straining arms: "HOLD YOU!" demands of a tired toddler.
The way he whispers to them at night when I have had enough.
The way he holds their hands, swings them up on his shoulders, and pushes them on the swing.
The outfits he gathers.
The breakfast he makes.
The songs he sings.
The tears I weep as I watch it with more gratitude than I can express.

I say to my daughters: Your welcome for such a wonderful Dad, because I know someday they will Thank me with their own tears in their eyes.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

High Line

On Wednesday I was working near 10th Avenue and 26th Street. I looked out the window and beheld the elevated train tracks, all grown over with grass. I was intrigued.

I pointed them out to the stylist and she informed me that they were going to be building a park on the train tracks. AWESOME. I guess it's only the second in the world...

I don't live very close to this, but I am still really excited about it. You can read about it here, and make sure you click on the slideshow THE HIGH LINE PROJECT in the left-hand column.

What my daughter and I do for fun...

June 14, 2007

We dream about being Rapunzel, and then decide that it would be impractical because we might poop on our hair. Then we searched the net and found a lot of women at risk for this problem. YIKES.

Updates

June 14, 2007

A few updates for ya'll:

~Startup Princess and I found each other during the Real Savvy Moms Stuff. They have my profile up now. It is on the sidebar to the right, or you can read it here.

~Speaking of Real Savvy, they are airing their first show with the new hosts on June 15. 2:30 PM EST-NYC Channel 21...
I'm excited to see how it turned out. I think their pix look really nice.

~More RUNWAY MOMS are airing...nothing new, but if you haven't seen it yet, check out dates and times here.


~Ritz Camera? My friend Melissa called tonight to tell me there is a series of frames sold at Ritz Camera which hold my photo with daughter and pretend dad...so next time you're there...check it out.


~My friend HK sent me this from a recent issue of Woman's World or something like that. The original coloring is seen here:

And this is what they printed: Just look at my sweet sweet 8-or-something-week old bambina...

I love babies SO much, unfortunately they all must turn into very large, hungry, demanding humans!!!

~Real Simple Family Issue. Both of my daughters are going to be featured in the 2nd annual issue of Real Simple Family, which comes out in August. I am excited about this because who doesn't love Real Simple?

~2 DAYS until the Renegade Craft Fair in Brooklyn! So excited!

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Quote of the Week

June 13, 2007

This morning we had a bit of a rocky start. My DH said I was not being decent or dignified or something....basically I was in a bad mood, and doing some ignoring of the regular morning chaos. Later in the day I called and said I was sorry, and we both went on with our days.

Later tonight I don't even know what I was doing or what I said, but my husband said almost to himself, and almost to some imaginary person, as if continuing an earlier conversation, the following:

"See, it IS PMS."

And by george, he MIGHT even be right.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Violins R Us

June 12, 2007

What a day! It started with an audition for Walmartopia, the musical. I wore my black skirt, white tee, blue vest and flip-flops, so that I looked Walmart-ee. I considered bringing the baby in on my hip, and playing up a single-mom, doesn't-have-a-babysitter character, but then nixed it. I sang a brief song, and then walked from 46th to 26th street for a live concert at Madison Square Park. A few friends with kids in tow, met us and we jammed to the Dirty Sock Funtime Band. It was so much fun.

We headed home for a change of clothes and a nap, picked up big sister, and met up with our babysitter.

Big sister and I headed into the city for a go-see for HSBC bank, for BOTH of us, and then we went uptown to SAM ASH music in the heart of Times Square to pick out the VIOLIN. THANKFULLY we missed a momentary downpour of rain. It happened in the 25 minutes we were on the subway. We saw so many drenched New Yorkers and were so happy we missed it, because we forgot our umbrellas, and we didn't want to get the violin wet.

We walked into the specially-humidified violin chamber and my daughter got the giggles just like the first time she met the Disney Princesses at Ariel's Grotto in California. She was so excited. A friendly employee, Steve, measured her and I was surprised to hear that she was measuring between 1/4 and 1/2. I was thinking she would need a smallish one: 1/16 or 1/10. We bought it! AAAAAAAAAAH! Now I just need all of her books to arrive from Barnes and Noble, and we will be good to go.

She starts her first lesson next Wednesday. Even though I wanted her to have this violin, I guess it shows we are more serious about it with our traditional brown one.

My New York Age



My New York age is 48

This New York age puts you-generally speaking-into the old-age category. Don't worry-this isn't a bad NYC age to be. Your tastes are more refined and developed, and people have always told you that you're mature for your age anyway, right? Still, you may want to see more live music (check out Studio B) and should probably visit Superdeluxe.com. Olde English is funny at any age.

Does your age reflect how you're living? Let us know.

What's your New York age? Take the Time Out New York quiz and find out!


Monday, June 11, 2007

Verizon Squared

June 11, 2007

Today was odd. It all started with the weirdest yoga session I have ever had.

Between 9:30 and 12:00 I had a go-see for a print ad for Verizon on 28th Street, job shooting on the 14th. My commercial agent sent me on it. I had to smile, and then hold the phone up to my ear and smile.

At 12:00 I had a Request Casting for a print ad for Verizon, shooting on the 14th, on 27th street. My print agent sent me on that. There I had to smile, not smile, stand with my legs apart, do my profile, JUST my hands against the wall and then my hand holding the phone out to the side. When it was over, my toddler, very sweetly asked: My turn? So cute.

Two Verizon castings, two different agents, same day, same shoot date, 3 minutes away from each other geographically. Bizarre. My daughter was REALLY good, and then she fell asleep and STAYED asleep (miracle) until it was time to pick up sister.

Then I tortured them, by making them get their blood taken for their yearly check-ups. Sorry girls. I made up for it though by letting them play in the water spray at our local playground, and having dinner and family night on the ROOF.

Now I am going to get in my new nightgown (yes, you read that correctly, and yes it is the first I have bought since labor (wore it to push the baby out, then left it in the hospital trash can) and bottoms, and before that since I was probably 7), and read the Chapter of HP #5 entitled: GRAWP.

Ballet: Sequel

June 11, 2007


We are rounding the corner on our second ballet recital. I had a LOT to WRITE about LAST year. I am over the shock of costs and logistics of course, and because I hated the inflexible and rude photographer that the school uses, I just didn't participate in that, so that eliminated some stress in my life. I am even going to be a backstage mom this year...so with any luck I might get a little reading in between the pee breaks, complaining and hair and costume fixing.

Yesterday was the dress rehearsal. It's still pretty hard to tell if my DD has talent in this arena. Some of the older girls (by about a year) have really consistent posture, stage presence and technique. My DD depends greatly on the leader of the dance and has a pretty smile about half the time, and good posture about 30 percent of the time, but I still think it's a great experience for her. I especially love the classes when she leaves sweaty and hot....I know she has gotten her exercise that day.

When I first saw the costumes for this year I thought they were absolutely ridiculous, but they are growing on me. Yesterday I even did eyeshadow the same colors as the tiers in her tu-tu. (I am SO meant to be the mother of girls...I eat this stuff up!)

There are still 2 weeks until the ACTUAL recital. My DH's parents are coming to see it and hang out in NYC for a few days, so we will get to do a few touristy things that we might not do otherwise. Maybe we will finally visit our local PS 1 Museum...and have a bagel at the new cafe that just opened, Bricktown Bagels....they look YUMMY.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Marathon Video

6/9/07

If you have 10 minutes, and want to see the video...


Friday, June 08, 2007

12 oz. Coca Cola Classic

6/8/07

In my refrigerator there are two sizes of coke cans: 10 and 12 oz. The 10 oz. are for those little emergencies throughout the day, when I need a little pick me up. The 12 oz.ers are for when you are having THAT kind of day....which would be today...and it's only 2:06 PM

My older daughter woke up this morning, NOT herself. She actually wasn't QUITE herself yesterday, but I chalked it up to a pizza party Tues. night and a Picnic Wed. night (all for her new school...my are there a million things going on with THAT right now), and smaller amounts of sleep than usual, two nights in a row.

This morning it was worse...she was lethargic, a little warm, and could not get her head off the pillow. She was booked for a job at 3, and it was Beach Day Fun Friday at school, so I gave her some Motrin, asked if she wanted to push through and she said YES. We wrote the teacher a note letting her know she might not make it, and to call us if anything happened.

I went on with my day, exercised for the first time in several weeks, and went to my first eye appointment in a few years...LOVED my new doctor, did relatively well considering I had my beautiful, naughty, curious, trouble-making, lovely, naughty toddler with me.

While there my doorman called saying the cable man was at my building....uh, they told me I didn't need to be there for this appointment, but I will be home at 11: 15 (15 minutes later), to let him in if necessary.

As I pulled out of the parking lot, older daughter's teacher called: "Your daughter fell asleep at her desk.." Ok, on my way. When I received her she was HOT HOT HOT, so I called the agent and said: we can show up for the job if it is putting them in a bad spot, but she is really not prepared to work today.

We called the doctor, we could go in 45 minutes, so to kill time, and cool off the girl, we went to Wendy's...she couldn't even eat more than 3 bights of her favorite FROSTY. Sister ate all her mandarin oranges and then spilled the juice all over my feet and flip flops...so sticky me and the kids got back in the car and headed to the doctor.

103.5 temperature and strep throat. Lovely. Little sister informed me she has to poop, in my usual haste to help her in making this happen, we flew into the bathroom, I quickly pulled down her pull-up and PLOP goes a giant piece of poo on the bathroom floor, and there is poo up her back, down her legs, on her shorts and shirt.

Wonderful.

The nurse has only newborn size diapers on hand. NOT gonna work...have you seen my kids butt?

So, I ask her for some stuff, and after FANTASTIKING all the surfaces where the poop touched, and wiping up all of her pieces and parts, I put the soiled pull-up BACK ON, because I didn't have any with me, because I wasn't supposed to be out THIS LONG.

Now I have a kid with a shirt with a little poo on the back, a soiled pull-up, and sandals, and a sick sick big girl.

We found parking for the pharamacist. I put big girl in the stroller b/c she is THAT sick, and as soon as I did, it tipped over and she got a HUGE goose-egg on the back of her head. It was ALL my fault because I had positioned the stroller in the well of a tree, and it was unstable. I rushed into the bakery that was right there and demanded ice and then heard those words: "MOM, I have to throw up!" I ran to the nearest trash can and pulled off the lid....she did, and it wasn't that bad...then I took the ice, offered to change the garbage bag, made some comment about why my little one was ONLY wearing a pull-up on the bottom, and left. I can't IMAGINE what they thought of us.

The pharmacist took 7 minutes. I love you STEINWAY PHARMACY!!!!

I then returned to the bakery to thank them and bought a loaf of challah bread that I downed on the way home.

And now I am drinking my 12 oz. coke.

Quote of the Week

6/8/07

My little one had a job for Real Simple (the second annual family issue) this week. The shot was of her picking cheerios up off the floor...PERFECT for her.

While we were there, the photo editor expressed interest in my older daughter, for a possible photoshoot later in the week.

She said: "We might be interested in booking your older daughter, see we were trying to use real kids, but they aren't working out so well."

Hmmm....they seem pretty real to me. ; )

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Neti Pot Dance

6/7/07

My friend just emailed this pic of me, LEAPING across the sidewalk in absolute I-CAN-BREATHE joy, after experiencing the Neti Pot for the FIRST TIME. I am still quite fond of it, but I keep the leaping inside my heart.




Third Person Thursday

June 7, 2007

On Tuesday she had an audition for Seussical, the musical. She had known about it since the weekend before. She had been given specific instructions for her attitude and look: Regina George from MEAN GIRLS and Hilary Duff/pop princess. She went shopping b/c she didn't feel like she had the EXACT right outfit for the look.

She downloaded the tracks of what she had to learn, since she would be on a road trip, and listened and studied faithfully.

When she was on set the Friday before the trip, she studied IN TOUCH for the LOOK of Hilary Duff.

She practiced her hair/makeup and outfit a few days before the audition.

She felt REALLY good about everything.

She got babysitters for both of her kids, and focused on being Mayzie all morning long.

She got there 5 minutes before her 1:25 PM audition time. She looked at the board: Seussical 10-12, Room 609. It was not uncommon for auditions to switch rooms after lunch, so she scanned the board looking for Seussical 1-?. NOTHING. She mentioned it to the front desk guy who with little empathy, and she thought masked glee, informed her that those auditions were OVER at noon. She called her manager and got voicemail.

She eventually tracked down someone else who put her in touch with the guy who scheduled the auditions. He told her that her time was at 10:10 AM. She asked if she could attend the callback. Big FAT no.

As she walked down the hall, she started sobbing.

In her head she knew it was ridiculous to be THAT upset, but she just couldn't help it....So many thoughts were sweeping through her mind: Hours spent on copy and music, Almost $100 just to attend the audition ($1.98 on itunes, $49.50 on dress, $10 ish on jewelry, $25 on babysitting, $4 for subway there and back), getting her heart set on the part etc. etc. She called her DH, he wasn't there. She called a friend. After a quick chat, she figured something out. When you go to an audition, there is a lot of preparation before entering that room. IN the room, you take that energy, adrenaline and preparation and push it out of your body through song or through copy. You leave the room having felt purged, and you go on with your world.

Tuesday she did not get that chance, so her body had to force it out another way, through tears. And she felt so much better after that, and of course a BERRY LIME SUBLIME from Jamba Juice.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Amazing Race

June 6th, 2006

Today we had a few random encounters that I found funny.

Encounter A:
Place: Times Square Subway Station
Time: Midday
I was looking particularly preppy with my white collar shirt under a blue vest and limish green anthropologie, extra-wide, bows-at-the-bottom capris and flip flops. I had my two very blond, blue-eyed children. We passed a group of African-American brothers who as a group, were one of those subway performing bands. One of them got in my face and said: "Where you from honey?" I said: "where am I from? Oh...chicago!" He gestured to his friend and said: "So-and-so is from Chicago!" His Chicago friend said: "SOUTHSIDE!, where you from?" I gestured with my arms in the air and said: "You KNOW where I'M from...." and then in unison he and I said: "NORTHSIDE!" His friend who intitiated the conversation got a BIG kick out of my response. And I said: "It's just the facts man! GO CUBS!" We had a good laugh.

Encounter B:
Once we got to my casting, there was a Dad there with his two kids that appeared to be the same age as mine. After we chatted for a few minutes, I realized that I had wrangled his kids along side my own for a Bundle Magazine (since gone out of bus.) photoshoot. He was Korean, and his children obviously had a darker-skinned mom. I watched his kids and he watched mine, and since the kids really hit it off, we walked out together. So, walking down the street was the Korean Dad, holding his darker-skinned son in his arms, holding hands with his daughter, who was holding hands with my daughter, who was holding hands with my other daughter, who was holding hands with me pushing the stroller. I imagined we were quite a sight. I said to him: "Right now, I am imagining what people are thinking of us, do they think we are a family, are they wondering how we got this combination of children, etc." It was kind of funny...

Encounter C:
For the first time in my life, I had to go into an audition with a LARGE spot of WATER all over my pants...thank you naughty two-year-old. Luckily it was quite FAR down my leg, and not in a more embarrassing place. The audition was for Listerine Whitening Quick Dissolving Strips, which I just did the industrial for last week, so I actually think that lessens my chances for some reason, because I think they want to use a different gal for the commercials...I'll blame it on that, and not the GIANT water stain all over my pants!

Catching Some Air

June 6, 2007

Summer is officially here. The girls had some good times on our little road trip last weekend. I especially love the one of the both of them in the water spray.





Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Help...

June 5th, 2007

(It's JUST a meeting, but...)

I am featured on a show called RUNWAY MOMS on Discovery Health. It's a half hour documentary/reality-style show about modeling while pregnant/nursing. Whenever mine is on the air, it's the SAME one...so when people email me about my tiny little baby and how is the rosacea?...it's kind of funny b/c she is two now, potty training, and my pregnancy-induced rosacea is far away in the distance.

One of the producers of that show ended up seeing my Real Savvy moms audition tape and thought it was a good idea to meet with her peops over at Engel Entertainment to discuss SHOW IDEAS....

The meeting is tomorrow. I have a few ideas floating around in my head that would interest me...that have something to do with being a Mom...but I would love to hear your ideas too.

What is missing in the market out there? (think HGTV, Travel Channel, Discovery Health, A & E, TLC). What kind of show is host-able, interesting and accessible. What would YOU like to see on television that you are not finding right now?

And keep in mind, this is JUST a creativity meeting, it's not a guarentee, already in final stages, I have my own show on television thing....it's JUST a meeting....so let me know if anything comes to mind!


Monday, June 04, 2007

Heaven Never Seemed So Close

June 4th, 2007

I have been rehearsing for this concert for a while. Last night we sounded really great. I am finally starting to FEEL my solo too.

John Andrew Tarbet is the featured composer tonight. I met him last year when he helped out with our JOY TO THE WORLD Concert. His stuff is really interesting to sing, and I hope even more to listen to. If you are in the area, come on out for this free concert of amazing music!

St. Peters Church
619 Lexington @ 54th St.
7:30 PM

ONE NIGHT ONLY ~ June 4th

Admission is Free.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Marathon Chasers

June 3rd, 2007



We headed to South Bend, IN on Friday. It took about 11 hours. Easy breezy. The kids were great, our new Acadia rocked, and the roads were clear.

That night we had a spaghetti dinner (gotta carb up!) with our Marathon-Runners, My Mom and Dad. We then swam in the hotel pool for about an hour and conked out in the hotel room.

The wake up call the next morning was for 5 AM. We rolled out of bed and headed to the starting line. It was actually pretty calm...everyone was stretching and preparing for the LONG LONG run ahead. After it started, we were on the go for the entire race, trying to find the runners and cheer on OUR runners as many times as possible in the 26.2 miles. For a second, I felt like Helen Hunt in TWISTER.

We consult the map, drive as close as we could to the route, spot the runners and then strategize where to park, and unload all of our camping chairs and snacks and just wait until we saw them. We did this at mile 7.5, 11.5, 14, 16 and 20. We JUST missed them at around 12 or 13. I was the only one that ran out of the car and cheered for one second. We also saw them as they rounded the corner after the start, at about mile .3 After we saw them at 20, we went to the finish line. This was the 50 yard line of the Notre Dame stadium. Walking from the parking lot to the stadium was H-O-T. We could not IMAGINE what they were feeling, running ALL that way in the sweltering heat.

We waited in the stadium. As marathoners finished, I got tears in my eyes. The time kept ticking. I knew they would finish, but I JUST wanted them to finish before they cleaned up. The crowds were dispersing, I heard an official say there were 2 dozen runners out there. Since we were some of the last people there, they let us out onto the field (official rules were that spectators stay in the stands), and even let my daughter have the medals to put around their necks.

Runner after Runner finished and we just kept waiting and watching. And then THAT MOMENT. They ran into the field, hand-in-hand and crossed the finish line. They MADE IT. They completed the marathon. After MONTHS of training, my parents DID IT. I was a mess....sobbing and screaming: YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT! It was a pretty amazing moment; One I had been anticipating for quite some time, and it was better than I even imagined.