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Mylostone – WALKING!

Shame on me for not finding the time to post my son Mylo’s most important Mylostone yet… walking.

On a Saturday afternoon in July, while Jason and I were both at home, Mylo took his first few steps, and then fell. It just so happened to be his 11 month birthday. It was a moment of great joy and immense pride and one that I won’t soon forget. And because we knew it was going to happen any day (he had been taking a step or two towards stationary objects for a couple of weeks), I was most elated that it happened when both his mommy AND daddy were home to witness it, and praise him.

Walking – week 1

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Walking – week 2

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Mylostone – First Beach & First Trip to Montauk

MyMy playing in the sand with baby James.

For two self-proclaimed beach bums, Jason and I sure took our sweet time introducing our son to the beach.

For the fifth consecutive year, we took our summer vacation in Montauk, a rugged and dreamy beach town on the eastern most tip of Long Island. It was a wonderful vacation and Mylo did surprisingly well sleeping almost-through-the-night in a hotel room in which his crib nearly touched the foot of our bed.

Hackin’ around with the hotel ice bucket.

Each year we make the trip out east with the same group of friends. My best friend’s boyfriend, Jack, came along this year and I was grateful for that. Not just because I like to see how happy he makes my dear friend, but because ever since Mylo was a newborn, Jack has had an amazingly pacifying affect on him.

Jack with Mylo at 2 weeks.

Jack with Mylo at 11 months.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My favorite part of the trip was taking Mylo to Ditch Plains – the beach where we did our maternity photo shoot last year.

I will never forget this time in our lives…

Mylo was 8 months grown in my belly on the very same day last year that he was about to turn 11 months old this year.

…but this has been even more memorable.

A great Mylostone indeed… cannot wait until next year!

Mylostone – First Farm

This Mylostone is a particularly personal one for me. As a vegetarian, it meant a lot to me to be able to introduce my son Mylo to farm animals. I apologize ahead of time if what I’m about to write offends you, but since becoming a vegetarian, I’ve always wondered how parents take their children to farms to feed and admire the cows, chickens and goats to then turn around and feed those same animals to them for dinner. My own folks included.

I’ve always intended to write in more detail about our decision to raise our children vegetarian but have sadly not gotten around to that post, (and others for that matter). My husband Jason is only vegetarian 75% of the time, but I am immensely grateful that I have his full support in bringing up Mylo as one. As he said to my parents when we explained to them of our wishes, “How can you really argue with a lifestyle that is healthy, environmentally responsible and compassionate.”

So you could imagine my delight at seeing my son hand-feed this bully billy goat a carrot in my hometown of Northport, NY — at the same farm I grew up visiting no less!

Injured Pup from ACC

One June 14th I pulled a dog off of the euthanasia list at Manhattan Animal Care & Control who had a bum leg. She wasn’t going down for kennel cough (as most are), she was going to be killed for having a bum leg. She had $750 dollars in pledge money and a foster/possible forever home with a family in Connecticut.

Mary scared at the shelter.

She was A# (animal #) 899911. ‘The 911 was fitting,’ I thought. The dog, named Mary, generated by the shelter’s antiquated computer software, was transported to an emergency vet hospital in Connecticut. X-rays showed that her left front leg was broken and they referred her to a specialist.

When I heard the news, my heart sank. It immediately made me anxious because all I could see were all the dollars signs that my bare bones rescue group does not have, and at the same time it touched a soft spot in me reminding me of my own dog and what we had been through with her broken legs.

I was fortunate to be able to send the dog to Animal Medical Center in Yonkers where she underwent surgery to repair her humeral fracture. I was even more fortunate to piggyback off of a bigger, more powerful NYC rescue organization’s 50% discount. A surgery that normally costs $4,500 cost us half that.

Mary, now called Angel, is recovering well at her new home and has grown particularly close to the family’s three teenage children. She sleeps with the youngest under a pink blanket every night.

Angel safe and loved.

A ChipIn for Angel has been set up as we are still more than $500 away from being able to pay off her surgery bill. If you are able to ChipIn to help Mary, please click here.

Should Have Bought Two

I bought these Steve Madden sandals two years ago and except for the occasional stud that comes loose, they’ve held up pretty well. I get a ton of compliments on them and have I mentioned how comfortable they are?

Well they are, which is why I set out recently to buy another pair.

I had to do some serious investigative work to find out where I bought the sandals, what their name is and what size I bought. I know what you’re thinking, ‘I should know my own size,’ but I vacillate between a 8 1/2 and 9 depending on the shoe.

I started by calling my BFF Lauren, (she bought them first so she would be able to tell me when that was.) I then took a trip down memory lane with my AMEX card online. Scrolling through months of purchases during a time when I was gainfully employed, sans child AND shopped (a lot), was sort of like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But alas, I found it. They are the Steve Madden ‘Boogle’ Sandals in taupe which I purchased in June of 09′ from Nordstrom’s for $50.

An immediate Google search for “Steve Madden Boogle Sandals” turned up a bunch of results, just none that were available to purchase. Nordstroms, Overstock, Swell and Amazon had them at one time or another (err in 2009) but not this year.

So what did I do? I pulled the trigger on a totally different style of Steve Madden sandals. It is after all, 2011.

Doula In Training

I am officially a doula in training! Tonight marked the end of a three day workshop to become a birth doula certified with DONA (Doulas of North America). I took the course, taught by the extremely affable and entertaining Tara Poulin of Birthing Gently, along with 14 fascinating women.

Tara has a wealth of experience in the birth world. For starters, she has five children of her own! Prior to founding Birthing Gently in 2001, she worked on the labor and delivery floor at a Boston hospital. Today she is a certified Birth Doula (DONA), Certified Childbirth Educator (CAPPA) and an Approved DONA International Birth Doula trainer. The only, and I mean ONLY negative thing I can say about Tara is that she lives in Massachusetts. Boo! New York City’s loss, big time.

Tara’s course was engaging, contained a wealth of knowledge and left you hungry for more the next day. I have never said that before and believe me, with three degrees and many hobbies, I’ve taken my fair share of courses!

Tara Poulin of Birthing Gently

My journey to become a doula is a result of my own birth experience – one which was 30 hours long from start to finish, and, unmedicated. Although I did not have a doula – my husband and mom were with me – I believe that having someone who’s objective and who’s trained in emotional and physical comfort techniques could have made my long and difficult labor shorter and easier. Still, my birth transformed me. It made me stronger. And it gave me and my husband the most marvelous gift, a beautiful and healthy baby boy.

I would be honored to be a part of something so intimate and life-changing for other expectant moms and dads. Getting started might be slow-going but I definitely look forward to building my doula community and attending my first birth!

May 2011 Takeaways

At the beginning of this year, in an effort to support my resolve to blog more, I started something new: monthly takeaways. Call it a recap, a reflection or a review. The monthly takeaways are one part blog therapy and two parts a measure of the growth and progress I’ve made in my life (or not). After all, a month left behind means my son is one month older, I am one month older and therefore, hopefully, one month wiser.

My hope is that these takeaways will be fun and interactive and that you will join me by posting about your takeaways from this past month in the comments, below.

So, here goes…

My May Takeaways

1. One of my favorite things about the month of May is running the Visiting Nurse Service & Hospice of Suffolk’s 5K. It’s a family-friendly race which takes place on the first Saturday of the month in my hometown in Northport, NY. I didn’t set a personal record, but my time was better this year at 26:27 than last year when I was seven months pregnant and crossed the finish line belly first at 31:57. I learned that my new pace (which is certainly not my fastest) had me finishing in line with men in their 60’s or young boys who are in grade school. Which made me realize… my son Mylo is going to be one of those grade school boys who’s beating me to the finish line before I know it!

Great cause, great course and great times.

2. I learned that no matter how old I get, I will always love being the annoying younger sister.

I couldn't have timed it better.

3. I’ve always been a fan of flying red eyes, not because I’m a night owl, no. But it’s one of the few times I’m able to fall asleep on planes.

I was secretly a bit nervous, though, to take a red eye back to New York with a nine month old. And as each hour ticked away on our last day of vacation in Las Vegas, it became clear that my husband Jason was, too. So much so that we began butting heads when it came to deciding on just how many and for how long, our son’s naps should be.

Well wouldn’t you know that Mylo went to sleep in his crib in our room at Planet Hollywood Westgate and woke up in Jason’s arms 10 minutes before our plane touched down in JFK. He slept through being transported from the hotel to the car, the car to the airport, through security, during boarding and throughout the ENTIRE four plus hours it took to fly home. Oh red eyes how you’ve never failed me yet.

Snoozing at the Jet Blue gate in Vegas.

4. I learned that when cutting my son’s toenails I should wear goggles or at least eye glasses. Just the other day I was bent over closely so as to avert Mylo’s interest in the clippers and his toenail, 3/4 mm long, shot right into my eye.

3/4 mm long. I dug this sucker out of my right eye.

5. I’m considering buying no more new toys. For now.

7:30am goes the tupperware cabinet. Next up, the key jar. After that, the shoe rack. Box of toys? Zero interest.

6. I learned that the inexplicable hankering that I had for an entire bag of Cheetos during my second trimester was clearly satiating a certain somebody ELSE’S craving.

Good thing the dog wasn't home or it would have been game on.

7. Chances I will see Men in Black III? Slim to none. Chances I will be impressed when they line my street with authentic period cars in order to get a three second shot? Pretty damn high!

Men In Black III takes over Court St. in Brooklyn.

8. Some day, we’ll have to fess up to these two about all the trouble their momma’s got into together. Or not.

"And tomorrow we chomp, chomp?!"

Annie the Mini-Pin

I started fostering dogs in 2009, a year after I vowed in front of 140 of our closest friends and family during our wedding, to not bring home any more animals until we have a home with a yard. First came Max, then Orly, followed by Four, Benny, Lucy, and finally, Jonny. Six dogs in seven months shared three things in common. They were all pit bulls. They were all homeless. And they were all in dire need of getting out of a high-kill animal shelter where they wound up through no fault of their own.

Sure my husband Jason delights in reminding me that I have broken one of my wedding vows, but lucky for me, and the dogs, he has been amazingly supportive. And then I got pregnant. It was during the end of my second trimester last year, after a particularly unfortunate foster dog named Jonny, now called Sunny, got his forever home, that we took a break from animal rescue.

That was…

Until I recently saw a shaking and terrified Miniature Pinscher being dragged through the front doors of Brooklyn Animal Care & Control. Her people were about to pay the $35 fee to relinquish her because they no longer had time. I was eventually able to talk them out of leaving her at the kill-shelter, but not without giving them my phone number. One week later, here she is.

Annie dutifully waiting to be examined by a vet.

Annie is about 3 1/2 years old and is a very timid girl who never got walked (look at her nails in the photo), was most likely bred and only gets excited when she sees a crate. Sad, right? Well sad no more.

After some proper vet care and some much-needed TLC, this little girl will be ready for her forever home! Annie is great with dogs, cats and even babies. I tested her out on mine. Do you have space in your heart and home for this little orphan Annie? Please feel free to share her story with your friends…

The Mini-Pin meets a Great Dane.

NYC AC&C New Hope Liaison Fired for Doing Her Job Well

I was away on vacation when friend and fellow animal rescuer, Emily Tanen, was fired from her job as the New Hope Liaison at New York City’s Animal Care & Control.

Emily Tanen was fired from her job at AC&C for caring too much.

Because of the photos Emily took of at-risk dogs she then promoted via social media sites like Facebook, hundreds of dogs found forever homes and escaped being killed at the overcrowded city shelter. However according to AC&C, who is contracted by the Department of Health, Emily violated her contract by having people pose with the dogs in the photos.

One of Emily’s many heartbreaking albeit lifesaving photos.

While I am so sad for what Emily’s absence will mean for NYC’s homeless dogs – especially pitbulls – I have no doubt that she will go on to do tremendous and beautiful things.

Fellow writer and friend Michael Mullins covers the story in depth here.