Friday, October 1, 2010

the Modern bedroom

Those of you who know me know exactly what kind of mom I am.  And those of you who don't, let me tell you.  Okay, maybe just one little piece.  My whole parenting philosophy discussion is too daunting a topic to tackle at this time of night.  So today we'll start with my thoughts on co-sleeping.

It all started when Zhaina was a newborn and I realized how much easier it was to have a nursing baby sleeping IN my bed with me instead of her baby crib just 2 feet from my own bed.  I mean, what is the point of getting out of bed 3-4 times a night to pick up the baby to bring her in bed to nurse only to get up to put her back in her little crib one to two boobs later.

And as the years went by it just worked out for us for Zhaina to stay in my bed.  I mean there was a point after I weaned her where I thought that she should learn to sleep in her own bed.  I mean, I no longer needed her in my bed with me.  But after a year of the back and forth of her in and out and back into my bed I decided that I was happier with her falling asleep and staying asleep with me.

After our recent move I opted not even to put a bed into Zhaina's room at all.  You see, up until now she's had a crib, and then a toddler bed at least as an option.  But this time around I thought to myself, what for?  Lets just use her room as a play room, and without a bed there's much more space for that.  Meanwhile, I had sold my old bed before the move (along with a ton of other old furniture) and used the money to buy a new mattress and custom built platform bed from a local carpenter (who was totally hot by the way). 

I thought we deserved something good.

So tonight as I was putting Zhaina to sleep in "my" bed I said to her, "when do you think you're gonna wanna sleep in your own bed?" and she said,

"Maybe when I get braver.  Like when I'm 15 or 17 or 18 or 19."


And that's just fine with me.  Cause I'm gonna have to get braver first too.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Friendship by mail


A little over a week ago the weather crisped up and I was forced to take inventory of Zhiana's cool weather clothes.  In doing so I also went about the business of packing up her summer clothes.  And as I do every year, I was a little bit sad about packing away virtually brand new clothing just because the temperature changed.  I mean, I do borrow out Zhaina's used clothing to my cousin's daughter who is a year behind Zhiana, and my best friend's daughter who is two years behind Zhaina, but who could  use her clothes right now?!  So that night as I layed in bed trying to fall asleep I got to thinking, then it came to me.  My dear friend's daughter reciently moved to Florida, it's hot there!  And she is just Zhaina's size.  Big for her age ;) 

Two days later a box full of summer dresses, tanks, and shorts was on it's way south.  I explained to Zhaina that we were sending her summer clothes to her "pen pal" who lives in Florida where it is warm like in Greece. She thought it was a good idea.  A few days's later we recieved a picture of her new pen pal wearing one of Zhaina's favorite summer dresses.  The box had arrived safely!  She started to understand a little bit more saying, "it's too cold to wear my dress in Minnesota today. But not in Greece." And of course I corrected her, saying, "and not in Florida."  

And a few days later a box appeared in our mailbox, filled with long sleeves and jeans just Zhaina girl's size.  This was a better idea then I even thought!  a cross continental childrens' clothing swap!  Genius!  And after ooo-ing and ahh-ing at all her new clothes, Zhaina agreed with me, saying, "that was fun, MaMa. I sent her my clothes and she sent me hers. I like penpals."


She immediately jumped into her "new" jammies, which is what I heard her pen pal did the night her box arrived too ;)

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

did somebody say, Tzatziki?!

or didja ever even hear of it?!  If not, look it up. 
I brought it to a Labor Day party and it was dee-lish!


this is what's in it:

Fage 2% Greek yogurt
 English cucumber, shredded and squeezed
minced garlic
vinegar
olive oil
salt & pepper

and this is how I made it:

I totally stole my dad's technique, but pretty much just guessed as far as proportions go.  I just kept tasting it and adding this and a little more of that until I got it just right.


 and voilĂ , and the finished product. 
 I served it with warmed pita bread, but if you're a real Greek, you just eat it with a fork.

Enjoy.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Tick Tock


Presently it's nothin' but work work work, leaving me longing for those days in Greece where it was just me and Zhaina on our own program everyday, all day, doing whatever we pleased whenever we pleased.

No clock telling us when it was time for breakfast, daycare, work, lunch, break, work, pick-up time, drop-off time, supper time, this time, that time... argh I could go on and on. I hate that damn clock always telling me what to do, and making me rush on to the next thing before I've finished with the first. While we were in Greece only our inner pace ruled. If I felt like eating, I'd eat, If I was tired I'd sleep. If  I felt like spending 3 straight hours on the computer I would.  No guilt, none.  Here Zhaina, watch a movie, don't worry in 2 minutes we'll be on the beach swimming our hearts out and soaking up the sun.  Oh yeah and maybe we'll have an ice cream or two or seven, just because we feel like it.

But now if I don't HURRY and get to bed I know I'll be exhausted in the morning when I have to wake up, get dressed, pack a lunch, make coffee, get Zhaina ready for daycare and rush out of the house with barely enough time to enjoy our moments together before we are separated for the entire day because I have to work to pay for our house, clothes and food that we don't even get to enjoy together because we're always rushing from one thing to the next by that damn American clock.  Tick tock, tick tock.

tick

tock.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Highlight Reel

Since arriving in Greece 1 week ago we've done so many things, it's difficult to know where to start. So instead of filling you in on all of our goings on, I will simply share with you "the highlights."






During our stay in Athens Zhaina was lucky enough to have a birthday celebration with family. I dressed her in one of the dresses from my childhood, a blue one that was purchased in Greece for me when I was 4, my second trip to my father's homeland. And although no one at the party was aware of this, her wearing it gave me such personal delight.





Upon our arrival a few days later in Samos, I was overcome by a sense of belonging on an Island that I've only started coming to 10 short years ago. But in these 10 years I've gone from a teenager to a full grown woman, a mother in fact. And now my Zhaina girl and I see this small Island as another one of our homes, not a "second home" as I cannot place it behind, but another home, a place where we feel our hearts can rest.



The other day we ran into a friend a the local ice cream shop and he said to me in broken english; "I saw your father with an unusally big smile last week and he said to me, 'my grand-daughter is coming.' "



As we walked along the cobblestone street hand in hand, Zhaina looked up and said, "MaMa, remember that place, that one that we went to in the mountain where we saw God, I want to go there."



and so we did.






Thursday, June 10, 2010

Our BIRTHday 06.10.06


On this day, 4 years ago, I became a mother.

At the moment this photo was taken I had no idea of the enormity this entailed. I had been a single mom since I was 5 months pregnant, and probably naive as to what bringing a new life into the world would mean. I had not planned on having a baby at the time, but she came anyways. In fact up until the doctor announced, "you got your girl" I was convinced I was having a boy. His name was to be Angel. Instead I had a baby girl who remained nameless in the nursery for 2 days before I signed the birth certificate and introduced

Zhaina Melissa

to the world.

Zhaina and I have both grown together in these past 4 years. She was an extremely difficult newborn and being alone made it even harder on me. But we both survived the "4th trimester" and went on to build a strong love for one another as the months and years past.


I still sometimes struggle as a single mom, but then I look at Zhaina and remind myself that
I did that. I birthed her, I raised her, and she is pretty damn wonderful.
I must be doing something right.

Happy Birthday Zhaina girl

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Ladies Night

♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ All the single ladies, all the single ladies ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪
♫ ♪ ♫ Now put your hands up ♫ ♪ ♫
♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Up in the club, we just broke up ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪
♪ ♫ ♪ I'm doin' my own little thing ♪ ♫ ♪


May 27, 2010. Sex and the City 2 Release party. Aces on First. With my best single lady!



Martinis.



Prizes (hello beautiful poster and free movie ticket, etc, etc, etc.)



Girl Talk.
Party Bus.





Who could ask for more?

PS. And let me just say, all you ladies that saw this film with me on opening night,
I love you for loving your friends as much as I love mine.
*to; the girls. *