tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60262863585050462782024-03-05T01:56:21.989-05:00wolfeinelli in the citythe trials, tribulations, and fun misadventures of the wolfeinellisnowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-40817195422461993052011-04-14T15:29:00.004-04:002011-04-14T15:32:40.090-04:00no. way.there is no delicate way to put this.my child just had a sh*tstorm in his crib. pooped. took off pants and diaper. smeared excrement everywhere. then he called for mommy.aren't you glad you're reading my blog today?epilogue: bdub is home. he is dressing child and taking child, along with soiled linens & stuffed animals, to the laundromat. he is then purchasing (several?) bottles of wine nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-58187002834552259992011-04-14T14:46:00.003-04:002011-04-14T15:28:59.618-04:00for the love of all that's holy, NAP, SON! NAP! and 15 things (again)...1. while the child has been MUCH improved, behavior-wise, since my last post, he needs to NAP!2. i am having anxiety about a dinner guest who is coming tonight. see #1. i hope my child is not a terror.3. trader joe's produce can bite me.4. i have gone to bootcamp three sessions in a row-- friday, mon, wed. the instructor KICKS MY ASS, but not in a mean way. hard to explain. it's fun to nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-7533713346517043192011-04-13T18:03:00.000-04:002011-04-13T18:04:37.504-04:00screech owlhere's what i'm talkin' about....nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-4629763402048545972011-04-13T08:23:00.004-04:002011-04-13T08:37:31.251-04:00terrible two'sso truly, i feel like a worthless parent a lot of the time lately.as for the things i have control over, i really am committed to doing my best: i feed the kid really good, very healthy whole foods. he begs for broccoli, so i feel ok in that right.we stick to a schedule. even if he won't nap, we lay down at 1 pm for a nap, and he's in bed at 8:30. we barely watch tv-- maybe an episode of doranowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-48819709267816180912011-04-06T14:37:00.004-04:002011-04-06T14:50:26.714-04:00fifteen things15 things on my mind today....1. bdub and i booked my ticket to....BARCELONA!!!2. i am intrigued by the budding coop preschool in my 'hood. hope the Little Acorns Playschool works out for max (how cute is that name?)3. why is my kid not sleeping?4. i really need to clip the biscuit's nails5. must go to the gym today6. i am still green with jealousy over bdub's chiropractic appointment, and nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-36982671540671681652011-03-30T15:44:00.005-04:002011-03-30T15:53:21.831-04:00it's in the book!one of max's favorite things to do lately is to quote from one of his favorite stories, and then say, "it's in the book!"yesterday's was one of my favorites. we were eating breakfast, and max bumped his knees onto the table, spilling my coffee a little. i quoted sam and the firefly by p.d. eastman, saying "that was a bad trick. bad tricks are not fun." sam and the firefly is one of our nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-64758031718663293762011-03-26T14:06:00.006-04:002011-03-26T14:39:07.875-04:00homeschooling preschooloh my, has it really been over a YEAR since i last updated my blog?! unbelievable.so much has happened, there is simply no way for me to recap it all, but it has been a wonderful year. i believe that i have found my stride, and so has my husband. it's awesome. life is really, really good--- rich, fun, busy, fulfilling, exciting.max is just an amazing human being with whom i love spending my nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-51668804270748331542010-03-17T22:45:00.004-04:002010-03-17T23:07:46.755-04:00how i've missed you, little blog of minetoday i am all about the random thoughts.... so random, in fact, that i have barely been able to put together a coherent facebook status update. truly sad.for example, on my way to work today, i observed a man kind of yelling at some guys who were stocking some items (produce maybe?) from a truck. i immediately thought, "hello, crazy" until i passed by the man in question and got a whiff. he nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-3829834674096871142010-01-24T11:27:00.004-05:002010-01-24T11:36:31.785-05:00the mommy makeover, revisitedmy brain, upon exiting the shower today:"you know, the idea of a combination tummy tuck/breast lift/lipo value pack doesn't sound so bad right about now.of course, i should really work out first, and save the big guns for anything that doesn't go back to normal after diet and exercise...like my boobs. i really used to love my boobs. now they just look like utters or feed bags, swingin' around.nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-78947662374922824642009-11-24T11:56:00.004-05:002009-11-24T12:07:08.856-05:00wait a minute-- strike that-- reverse itah, isn't it funny how the ego interferes in our lives? in my last post, i closed with this "realization": "teaching him all of it--what to do and what not to do-- from walking to eating to pulling on the cat's tail. no small task. and i am ready."how quickly i forget what he teaches me. the pure light which we all really desire to achieve is within him. it is within all of us, of course, butnowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-31416880447610575332009-10-23T10:47:00.005-04:002009-10-23T11:02:24.299-04:00my wild thing is ONEhe is ONE. one revolution around the sun. here is a flickr set of the month by month development of this person, my child....birth to year one. pupa to chrysalis.i feel like i am at a high point. the only thoughts that creep into the deeper, scary parts are the thoughts of regression. of going backwards after we have come so far. what if something were to happen? if he slips away and this nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-21737596212791521252009-10-23T10:44:00.003-04:002009-10-23T10:47:34.112-04:00does anybody really care?not me, apparently, because i forgot about my own experiment! the first few days, however, i think i did feel like i was giving more thought and consideration to others. at times, though, this morphed into not being entirely honest with my thoughts and feelings, being dismissive of things that really did bother me. is this less than compassionate? i felt a little like i was taken back to nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-68031272479515533322009-10-06T13:09:00.004-04:002009-10-06T13:51:26.446-04:00livin' the ten in tenor: "is anybody really out there? does anybody really care?"so i had this vaguely weird idea of trying to live the ten commandments as i see that they apply to me for ten days. let me backtrack:while i am not really sure exactly what i believe (i am a seeker), i can say that i am pretty sure that i remain unconvinced that the bible is the one and only true word of God with a capital G. no nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-63496825141475648212009-09-29T19:32:00.003-04:002009-09-29T19:48:59.980-04:00good readsi am on a reading kick. first anne lamott's operating instructions, which blew my head off, and now the mother trip by ariel gore. ladies, where have you been all my life, or at least for the last ten months of it? in fairness, my sweet beezie sent me both of these pre-max, but as i said before in a lame attempt at an excuse, i have been a little preoccupied reading up on the sleep books, the nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-91555680992613891482009-09-23T20:09:00.003-04:002009-09-23T20:46:42.119-04:00grammy in the housemy mom left today. she hopped on her grammy plane and into her little grammy car back to her grammy house. i am looking around this place that i really do love, how despite the stained mauve 80's carpet, the wood paneled hallway (and not wood paneled in a kitschy, cool 70's way--wood paneled in the same old awful, cheap, dark way), the spots of peeling paint on the ceiling-- despite these flaws, nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-56845774307035803872009-09-22T17:05:00.002-04:002009-09-22T17:26:37.151-04:00more will be revealed...cryptic title, isn't it?i have decided to adopt this way of thinking, give it a good home in my psyche. pre-max, my sister gave me a copy of anne lamott's operating instructions, which between sleep books and preggo books and no-need-to-panic-and-call-the-doctor type books i hadn't gotten around to reading.silly me.of course, it would have pretty much rendered this blog obsolete, because sweet nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-37802150370868101992009-09-12T17:53:00.004-04:002009-09-12T18:01:41.995-04:00september songit's a rainy september 12 and it was a rainy september 11. fitting-- i always feel funny when september 11 is a beautiful day in new york.max is a little man of many teeth (five and counting), a crawler, a drummer, a smiler, a hugger, a CLIMBER. we are starting to deal with the heart-wrenching and all too frequent occurrences of head bumps, falls, and overall dangerous behavior (like standing nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-82826541080987118752009-08-04T20:44:00.005-04:002009-08-04T20:58:30.938-04:00i never knew love like this before...despite the positive title, this is not an easy post to make. the wolfeinellis are wading through a lot of muck these days, and while so many areas of our lives have improved DRASTICALLY (like, where we live, for example: our biggest issue is having to talk with the older people on our block when we;'re in a hurry), other things have unfortunately taken some pretty sad turns. brian's dad nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-12332898972292673522009-06-27T15:47:00.006-04:002009-06-27T16:00:23.570-04:00day onejust got back from my annual beach trip, and i have been so inspired by my ladies that operation baby fat is in effect. for three weeks i am going to:-cut out sugar-cut out processed crap-reduce carbs (esp after 3 pm--i was going to cut them out entirely after 3 pm, but i am concerned about milk supply issues)-increase water-control portions-exercise hardcore 5 times a weekthe idea is that this nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-13958274945386767742009-05-31T20:56:00.005-04:002009-05-31T21:29:18.614-04:00learningthe professional implanted this nugget into my seeping brain last week, and i hope it's there to stay. judgement.when we judge, we tend to cut others very little slack, yet we give ourselves a lot more leeway for similar transgressions (or so sayeth the professional).he's right, of course.how i hold on. and on. and on. i hold a grudge with the best of them, and i am not really sure where it nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-60019789920831282282009-05-20T10:24:00.003-04:002009-05-20T10:54:39.213-04:00california dreamin'it is simply PATHETIC, my lack of blogging. it feels like so much has happened over the last month! most importantly, i have found my self again. just typing that sentence gave me pause: am i being all "bad mama" by saying that something about ME is "most important"? no. this-- my state of being-- is important. it is critical. i am no good to max or anyone else for that matter if i am all nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-64902689213364331722009-04-23T20:43:00.004-04:002009-04-23T20:53:17.887-04:00it's a new dawn, a new day, a new life for me......and i'm feeling....good?yeah. maybe i am. it's about f@&#ing time.my boy is six months old. whatta guy. here is a brief list of his likes and dislikes:max morgan wolfe likes:cuddlesbeing "surprised" (with a "boo!" or rolling one's "r"'s, or "motorboating")the biscuitbouncingsucking face (literally)musicbeatsinfant tylenol putting anything and everything in his mouthdislikes:nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-41028127611721220512009-03-29T22:14:00.002-04:002009-03-29T22:24:52.647-04:00five something monthsand i still don't recognize this person. not max-- max is max, an adorable creature who is wholly himself, replete with his own distinct giggle, voice, dimples, and tiny little fingernails that can pinch and scratch the living hell out of you.i am talking about me. i don't know where i got the idea that growing a whole other person would not leave any physical, mental, or emotional scars. i nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-83222221529431298792009-02-14T21:24:00.004-05:002009-02-14T21:37:59.274-05:00much love to yahow do i love thee?my bdub-do you know what it does to a woman to anticipate a greasy, sticky, enchilada-y mess in the kitchen, only to walk in there and find the dishes done, the stove wiped, the ingredients put away and the pan soaking in soapy water? you rule.-thank you for being patient with my neuroses. and for being so kind to me, even when i don't deserve it.-you rule for being nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026286358505046278.post-17190603924129277632009-02-12T22:35:00.004-05:002009-02-12T22:49:28.979-05:00lil' hugisn't it amazing how the tiniest detail can spark a memory?i was strolling with max during yesterday's unseasonably gorgeous afternoon, when i spied an empty little hug container on the ground (i have recently found out that these are also referred to as "quarter water" in some parts. these were never more that a dime when i was little....i am old).i was immediately reminded of trips to the nowlzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11692850436637522902noreply@blogger.com1