2007: Year in review

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2008 people. Two Thousand and Eight.

Here in just a few hours.

Let us celebrate the remaining hours of 2007 with a little recap of the last year here at the Tiny Love blog:

On January I wrote about the seemingly-paradoxical task of loving two the best in the world. I think it's still one of my favorite posts ever.

February brought us Valentines day and with it the Valentines day photo contest where a few determined voters managed to raise the voting rate to over 5,000…

March is when I explained why they thought I was from Mars when I took Anthropology 101 in college.

Party crashing marked April.

In May the Love Thursday project came to an end, and I wrote my last entry as part of it.

June was crazy lady at the mall month. Or, as I fondly remember it CLATMM.

In July I underwent instant psychoanalysis via South Park.

August was Big Recalls Month and we talked about safety and chemicals and other stuff of that nature. ALOT.

In September, ahhm, *clears throat uncomfortably* OH, LOOK SOMETHING SHINY!

The guys at work have FINALLY started reading my blog in October. Only took them a year, early adaptors that they are…

In November we had our Halloween photo contest. So. Much. Cuteness.

And, finally, in December The Dandelion turned 2 and I panic attacked celebrated with a short collection of Terrible Two stories from my favorite bloggers.

Looking back at it, despite my constant complaining, 2007 was a pretty cool year.

May 2008 will be even better!

Happy New Year, readers, friends.

Much Love.


Photo credit:Aby Arabit

Geek Week Grand Finale: Guitar Hero

You think I pushed this geekWeek thing too far?

But I gotta gotta gotta share with you this super cool video that is truly geek galore:

(via crunchGeer)

And speaking of Guitar Hero, Guitar's are so last year! Accordions are SEXY. (Thanks, Uri)

Ahhh… I'm glad I got that out of my system.

We will resume normal broadcasting next week.

5 indications you might be a geeky mom

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  1. 1. You consider nicknaming your kids in the blog "Riker" and "Data". Because it stands for #1 and #2 of course.
  2. 2. You never start a new Lego creation before you RTFM.
  3. 3. Your 2yo is singing "gotta digg gotta digg gotta digg". Your 4yo goes: would. you. please. STOP IT. with that song ALREADY.
  4. 4. Your 10 minutes of peace and quiet involve this.
  5. 5. You make "5 things" lists. About being a geeky mom.
Photo Credit: as_you_said

Geeky Grrrls RULE!

I'm making this week Geek Week.

I know that's not what you wanted for Christmas, but when Karma calls, one gotta answer. And what is finding this video, right after yesterday's Special Geek Edition, if not Karma?

Tell me it's not stuck in your head now. Gotta digg, gotta digg, gotta digg.

via TechCrunch

Gettin' better all the time


Here's the setup: A., me and kids are coming back from our morning walk outside. I am carrying Ulysses's bike with a front wheel full of the nastiest dog poo you can imagine. The Dandelion has just decided to start an impromptu potty training 15 minutes ago and took off his diaper.

At the entrance to the building we meet our neighbor, a new father to a 2 weeks old baby girl. He is in his sweats, pale, looking just a little better than what is currently dripping from Ulysses's bike's front wheel. He sees us, and get this expression on his face that is somewhere between an immense relief and a plea for help.

"Say" he says, "what on earth do you do when the baby doesn't sleep AT ALL?" "She doesn't sleep at all?" we ask, "No she doesn't. We think it's gas."

You know me, I immediately assume full parental-guide veteran-mother-of-two been-there-done-that position and start talking to him about breastfeeding, and positions, and nutrition, all the while promising him that it gets better, really it does.

While I'm in full mambo-jumbo mode, I catch out of the corner of my eye A.'s face, and he is starting to get this incredulous look on it. So I stop and I turn to him, to see what's it about. A. takes advantage of this momentary pause, faces our neighbor and says: "She is standing here with a smelly, nasty, poo dripping toy that she just carried for 8 blocks, and I, well I just got peed on. I don't know what to tell you dude, but getting better? That's a bit of an overstatement."

Then we both collapsed on the ground laughing and our poor neighbor went back upstairs, presumably to write his "Good Bye Cruel World" letter.

But I am, really, grateful.


Now you know there is nothing I value more than grandparents. My kids' grandparents are a cornerstone of the life we are leading, and not only in a way of, you know, being the Grand Poobahs of the tribe.

They babysit, they pick up from school two days a week, they cook, they bake last-minute cakes for birthdays, they buy clothes, toys, books… you get my point.

I love them, I adore them, I am eternally grateful to them.

But Liz has got a point too.

How on earth do they have so much freaking patience?

Neither my mom nor my MIL were never witnessed losing their patience with any one of my children. Ever. In 4 years, one month, 26 days and counting. I have just lost it 4 times in the last two hours. A typical exchange between my MIL and The Dandelion over, say, putting his toys in place, can take up to 45 minutes, and at its end he would have put every last toy back into its proper place. The same negotiation with me will take 2 minutes that will result in me grabbing his toys and putting them in place.

I know, they are the grandparents, it easier for them because they are not there all the time. They don't have to do all the less pleasant routines of discipline and setting boundaries and all that. As my MIL puts it, "being a grandmother is great, because at the end of the day, either you go home, or the kids do." But it's still disheartening sometimes to see just how much better they are at simply enjoying the company of the children, and how well behaved the children are with them.

I am not complaining. (I know, amazing right? She's not complaining, finally. She can actually do something other than complain.) I just wish some of that grandparental serenity could be bestowed on me. Either that, or to have a hidden camera installed at the house this coming February, when me and A. go abroad and leave the kids with their grandparents for a whole week. Frank Costanza said it before my friends: Serenity now, insanity later.

Photo credit: anomalous4


The Dandelion turned two today.

Honoring The Dandelion's birthday, and anxiously trying to repress the ominous beginning of my second terrible two, I have collected for you, fateful readers, an exquisite anthology of horror stories delightful terrible-two posts from my favorite bloggers.

And I am not doing it to show you I'm not the only one complaining. (Well, maybe just a little bit…)

What's Hot For Tots giving event

Our friends at What's Hot For Tots are holding a month long giving event, raising money for 22q13.3 Deletion Syndrome. Here's the info:

What's Hot For Tots Giving Event

Tiny Love and What's Hot For Tots
are pleased to present our 2007 Holiday Giving Event

benefiting 22q13.3 Deletion Syndrome

Phelan-McDermid Syndrome, or Deletion 22q13.3 Syndrome, is a rare chromosomal disorder in which a portion of the q of chromosome 22 is missing or deleted. Our focus for this charity event is to help bring awareness to not only all chromosomal 22 disabilities, but mainly to one of the many genetic conditions related to the genes on chromosome 22: Phelan-McDermid Syndrome. Our intentions are to raise awareness and funding to help support research that is desperately needed to help diagnose, treat, and possibly find a cure for chromosomal disorders.

– Throughout the month of December 2007, we will be holding a series of auctions

– All the proceeds raised through our auctions will be given directly to 22q13.3 Deletion Syndrome Foundation

– Be a buyer! Please check out all of our fabulous auctions – all benefiting 22q13 Deletion / Phelan-McDermid Syndrome

So, wait, what do you complain about today?

Let me stipulate, right here, right now, that after being all forms of mommy-abbreviations, I personally think being a SAHM is much harder that being a WOH. The endless hours, the perk-less job, the lack of respect/recognition. I know. I've been there. But today I want to complain talk about the difficulties in being a WOH.

Let's talk about the upside first: you get to get up in the morning, put some nice clothes on and go to work where you spend time with adults who, all other things being equal, are less likely to express their disagreement with you by lying face down on the floor screeching. You get to be appreciated for what you do, have some interesting dialogs, receive acknowledgment and respect, and last but not least, have a real lunch – not leftovers.

Is there even a downside you ask? Well, yes there is. Putting aside for the moment the whole not-being-there-with-your-kids thing and even the working-two-shifts thing, the inherent difficulty in the WOH situation is the dichotomy person/mom.

I'll explain.

One of my last posts discussed the qualities we filter out in order to be good parents. What it takes, to be good at it, is practice. Patience, letting go of you ego, acceptance, understanding – all of them come more naturally when you practice them on a daily basis. When you work two shifts, the home shift and the work shift, you shed those selfless skills as you go out to work and the longer you are out there, the harder it is to snap back into mommy-mode.

The thing is, if you manage to do it – to do both the work thing and the mom thing equally well – on the days you actually pull it off, well, that is the best. feeling. ever.