Welcome to the world, Lucinda

I got to hold, feed and burp my friends Kate and Jay's newborn baby girl last night. Love her!

Interview with an (almost) 6 year old

In honor of Z's approaching birthday, I gave her a survey to fill out.

What is the best thing about being 5? It is fun.

What do you think will be the best thing about being 6? That I get more shoes.

What do you wnat to be when you grow up? An artist

Do you want to be 1 thing or many things? One thing

What is your favorite toy? An American Girl

What is your favorite book? American Girl books

What is your favorite TV show? Electric Company

What is your favorite song? Telephone by Lady Gaga!!!

What is your favorite movie? Toy Story 3 and Up

What is your favorite restaurant? Wishbone

What is your favorite cereal? Life 

What do you love about Mommy? She takes me places.


What does Mommy like to do? Go to work

What do you love about Daddy? He is silly.

What does Daddy like to do? Write reviews

What do you love about your sister? She is sometimes nice. 

If you could change your name, what would you choose? Sophie


Where would you like to go on vacation this year? Australia and Mexico

What will your house be like when you grow up? Really pretty

How many children will you have? What will you name them?  David is going to be born first. Then Abigail then Rachel.

Happy Halloween

Although neither of my children wore the costumes they'd initially picked out, Halloween was a roaring success. Z traded in her "itchy" Spider witch getup to be a pop star and A declared her Jill (of Jack and Jill) to be "too big," so she raided the dress-up bin and was, once again, a wingless Tinkerbell.

A and her BFF Stella in 2009...


And today!



The pop star enjoys a hot dog "bloody finger." Because our block is awesome, wrapped candies were frequently accompanied by homemade cookies, tiny cups of Jell-O, margaritas and a chocolate fountain that wasn't quite able to stay liquid in the chill.

Yes, I got into the act as well.


See more photos here.

Friday Shopping Report: Loft bed

The bed in pieces on my front porch

The time has come for my 3 year old to move out of her converted crib and into a twin bed.

I posted a want ad to MomMail (a local newsletter) and spent Sunday afternoon checking out second hand beds in OPRF. I saw two Pottery Barn beds, but the cottage style and giant headboards were a little too stylish for my kids' "IKEA-eclectic" bedrooms. They were also priced at $175 each--a decent deal for PB, but pretty pricey for something I'd have to haul home in my CR-V.

One River Forest mom led me up to her garage attic, where she showed me her collection of twin headboards and a pile of frames and bed rails. She told me I could take whatever I wanted for free, but that she'd need to have her husband sort through the stuff to pull out all the necessary pieces. One of the beds (last used in the early 70s) was pretty appealing, but midway through the consideration process I'd floated the idea of putting a loft bed in Z's room and handing her bed down to A, and it was seeming more and more like the smartest way to maximize the space in their small bedrooms.

So I ended up purchasing a second-hand IKEA loft bed for $75. Josh picked up a mattress ($99), duvet and sheets on Wednesday, which means we my mom and stepdad can assemble it this weekend.

Why did I decided to go the second-hand route? A couple of reasons. I don't think our current house is our forever home, and I anticipate moving sometime before both of our girls are teenagers. I imagine their rooms in our future house will be more spacious--perhaps even big enough to accommodate a double bed. That means the beds I'm buying them for early childhood only need to last 5-10 years. I also don't believe children need fancy, super-supportive mattresses. Z's been sleeping fine on IKEA's entry-level foam mattress for a few years, and I've even spent the night on it once or twice. It's firm, but perfectly adequate.

This is what the bed looks like assembled but unmade

I also believe second-hand is an excellent way to afford higher-end furniture that can last a lifetime, like my beautiful dining room table and chairs. It's cost-effective and better for the environment, too.

School pictures arrived

Check out Z's darling school portrait. I can't believe school picture aesthetics haven't changed one bit since I was a kid. What do you think, does she look like a 1st grader? She'll be 6 next week!

More from my Marketing side

I'm back on the Leo Burnett blog today, talking about my take on brands and social media promotions.

Have you started thinking about holiday cards?

Holiday cards used to stress me out. Full of crafty good intentions, I'd buy a bag full of blank cards, rubber stamps, colorful gel pens and glitter. And then I'd lose steam about 10 cards in.

Soon enough we had kids and the pressure was on to do photo cards. But do you remember those awful holiday postcards people used to get from the drugstore photo department? They were horrible and super-Christmasy and I refused to buy them.

Thank goodness for online card offerings. You can get a photo card designed and personalized in 10 minutes or less and the quality of the designs improves every year. Seriously, I would not be embarrassed to send cards like this retro-fabulous one or this fun 20 eleven number from Shutterfly's New Year’s cards collection to my art director friends.

Even though we're Jewish, I tend to like sending New Year's cards or even generic holiday cards instead of Hanukkah cards. After all, if I prefer to not get Christmas greetings, it doesn't seem right to push our ultimately pretty unimportant holiday on non-Jews. That said, if I was going to send a Hanukkah card, it would be this one.

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Z's Halloween story book

This was written for and dedicated to her reading group at school, but I couldn't wait to share it! Click on "more info" if you're having trouble reading the words.

Friday shopping report: Uniqlo crazy

Thanks to an extravagant shopping spree at my favorite store, Uniqlo (with only one US location--in NYC), I have a lot to confess on today's Friday Shopping Report.

So what does $393 buy you at the store my co-worker aptly described as "H&M meets J. Crew?" Well, in addition to the camel sweater and cordless chocolate brown skinny cords pictured here (photo credit goes to my 5 year old--please excuse my messy hair and lack of makeup), I got two cotton long sleeve t-shirts, a black turtleneck sweater, two pairs of striped socks, a fitted shiny black down jacket and two items from their thin-yet-warm HEATTECH collection, a raspberry turtleneck and a pair of black leggings.

I also picked up an orange down jacket, a flannel shirt and three pairs of socks for Josh (I think I mentioned already that Josh was just outside the store pushing A in her stroller when he saw The Boss, Bruce Springsteen).

Anyway, I'm thrilled with my purchases and feeling just stylish enough to show my face at today's Gilt Groupe Blogger Brunch at the Peninsula Hotel. So excited!

Okay, confession is still not quite over. I'm embarrassed to admit I also bought an embellished tunic top ($24) and a dark blue sweater dress ($49) from Nordstrom Rack. But that's it, I promise. No Groupon-style purchases were made this week.

Unspoiling my children

You know what? I'm learning that it's okay to say no. It's been a few weeks since I read Richard Bromfield, PhD's How to Unspoil Your Child Fast: A Speedy, Complete Guide to Contented Children and Happy Parents, but I'm starting to put his advice into action.

He recommends putting an end to indulging our children--not just because we'll be happier if we quit frittering away our time and money making them "happy," but because they'll grow into happier, more self-reliant individuals if we don't give into their demands.

Are my children spoiled? On the grand scale of American children, they're probably not. They are mostly polite, well-behaved kids, and their behavior never approached the horrifying examples in the book of children who demand a toy or candy reward for enduring a few boring errands.

But they want for nothing and probably are over-indulged. Worse yet, I've witnessed them acting entitled or attempt negotiation with us (e.g. "Please can we have dessert? I ate a good dinner. Please, please, please?") I've found it's easier to give the kids a small square of chocolate than it is to hold my ground and say "No means no."

But I'm embracing my ability to power to say no and defer gratification. Every time my 5 year old asks for something (usually something from that infernal American Girl catalog), I tell her "You can ask for that for your birthday or save up your allowance." She's learning about the relative cost of things and would rather consider purchases than actually make them.

I've also become better about enforcing consequences. Both girls behaved atrociously on our flight home from NYC. It was lunchtime when we landed and I knew they were hungry. I also knew it would be another half and a half before they got home, so I needed to feed them. I bought them a McDonald's Happy Meal to share, but I made a point of sending back the toy. The girls' eyes widened a little, but shockingly, they didn't utter a word of protest. It was as if they understood that their actions really did have consequences and they quietly ate their chicken nuggets.

I'm not sure my demonstration of unspoiling was as dramatic as the "shock and awe" tactics Dr. Bromfield recommends, but it did work. Well enough, in fact, that I'm almost looking forward to turning around the car the next time the kids are shouting in the back seat and silently driving them back home.

Disclosure: My copy of the book was a review copy provided to me free of charge. The link is an Amazon affiliate link, which means I'll get a small percentage of the purchase price if you click through to buy it.


A couple hours after posting this, I received the following email from the book's author:


Alma, I loved your story about unspoiling. Your buying your daughters a Happy Meal but asking McD's to keep the toy was brilliant.  And I could not help but smile at your anticipated pleasure at turning the car at the next infraction.  You so demonstrate what I truly believe, that parents know all this, and that once it clicks, it clicks.
Richard Bromfield

NYC: Highlights from Day 3

Day 3 was even more ambitious, tourism-wise. We headed out the door before 8am and took the subway all the way down to the lower tip of Manhattan, where we caught a ferry boat to the Statue of Liberty and another one to Ellis Island. The security lines to get on the boat were long, so we missed the 9am ferry and ended up on the 9:25. We endured a little "carry me" drama from A, but eventually both girls rallied around the immense, iconic statue. Somewhat against my better judgment I bought each of the girls a little souvenir Statue of Liberty.

More cash was spent at Ellis Island, where we had a pretty good lunch after visiting the museum, which 3 out of 4 of us really enjoyed (A preferred riding the escalator to seeing what conditions were like in steerage at the turn of last century).

It was around 1pm when we got back to Manhattan. We walked north about 8 blocks to the Imagination Playground at the South Street Seaport. The enclosed space offered a giant sandbox, enormous building materials and large scarves that had been fashioned into swings. It also had a uniformed "play coordinator" and clean bathrooms. The girls loved it.
From there we hopped back on the subway and headed to Soho for a mandatory retail break at Uniqlo, an affordable Japanese clothier who only have one US location. I dropped over $300 on sweaters, shirts, coats, socks, leggings and a pair of skinny cords for myself and Josh (details to come on Friday, but don't worry--no skinny jeans for Josh). Best of all, while Z and I shopped, Josh took A for a stroller nap and saw Bruce Springsteen walking around! We also tried the teeny weeny (yet expensive) cupcakes from the teeny weeny storefront Baked by Melissa.

We made it back to the Upper East Side in time for our old, beloved babysitter Julia (now a college senior) to come over and watch the girls while Josh and I went out to dinner. All family vacations should include a few hours away for mom and dad. Even though our meal wasn't that special, spending a little time together without a stroller, a box of animal crackers and a bag full of Disney Princess figurines was well worth it.

NYC: Highlights from Day 2

A, at a LES playground with Grandma

Sunday we headed to Central Park in the morning. We dodged thousands of pink tee shirt-wearing Breast Cancer advocates and managed to check out three different playgrounds. Around noon we walked back to the Upper East Side, where we had pizza at Patsy's. Josh's parents joined us around halfway through our meal and spent the rest of the day with us.

Shortly after lunch we hopped on the subway to the Lower East Side, where we witnessed (but did not participate in) the International Pickle Day. Z and I took the "Getting By" tour from the Lower East Side Tenement Museum (wonderful and informative, as expected) while Josh and his parents walked around and let A nap in her stroller. Then we hit another playground (where, amazingly enough, Josh ran into a college classmate) and had a dinner of pastrami sandwiches, matzo ball soup and latkes at Katz's Deli.

Mmm, matzo ball soup

NYC Day 1

Check out Mrs. Toothpick Legs

After an uneventful flight, we arrived at LaGuardia at 1:45pm and we were at our borrowed apartment on the Upper East Side by 2:15. From there we spent time at a nearby playground--trying to blend in among the frightening skinny moms and kids accustomed to tame pigeons (my children couldn't resist chasing them around the park).

On the recommendation of a friend, we had dinner at Ko Sushi, and thanks to Cinderella on the video iPod, we were able to relax and enjoy the company of one of Josh's oldest friends, a former bandmate who, like me, is one of only a handful of U of C grads to go on to become an advertising creative.

Both girls are thrilled to be in NYC and staying on the 31st floor. Tomorrow we're going to eat breakfast at home and visit Central Park. My in-laws are taking the train up from Wilmington, DE around noon, so we'll have lunch with them before Z and I take a tour at the Lower East Side Tenement Museum.

Friday shopping report: Wine, cupcakes and a very special book

My name is Alma, and I'm addicted to social shopping websites.

Wine
This week I bought this Red Wine Tasting pack from MyWinesDirect, paying with a Groupon + about $7 in tax. Shipping was free.

Cupcakes
Two different sites, Groupon and Plum District, offered special deals for Bleeding Heart Bakery, which has a location close to our house in Oak Park. I snapped up both, which means a dozen cupcakes and a box of assorted bakery treats (including their delicious scones, brownies and cake balls) are our future.

Prudent Advice for My Baby Daughter

I bought two copies of my exceptionally talented friend Jaime Curtis' beautiful book, Prudent Advice: Lessons for My Baby Daughter, (A Life List for Every Woman). You can be sure I'll have her autograph them when she comes to Chicago for a party later this week.

Also, the Gap
As I wrote earlier, I also hit the Gap on Monday, scoring a pair of black pants for only $35. Buying the pants was a headache, but I'm thrilled with how they look.

You can find me at Leo Burnett

I'm not just an employee, I'm also a blogger. Check out my first post on the official Leo Burnett blog, What young moms' embrace of social media means for marketers.

SinuCleanse Kids Mist: It beats nose-picking by a mile

I'm a proponent of the sinus-clearing neti pot, but I'm always shocked when I hear anecdotes of small children mastering the technique. As used to it as I am, pouring salt water in one nostril and out the other isn't an altogether pleasant sensation, and doing it right isn't exactly child's play.

So I was intrigued to hear that SinuCleanse was introducing a saline mist product specifically for kids. I accepted a free sample of their Kids Mist and offered it to Z as an alternative to her near-constant, furtive nose picking. I was surprised she was willing--nay, excited--to self-administer the nose spray, but I think it helped that is was designed specifically for her.

As you can see, she has no trouble managing the spray bottle, which delivers an ultra-fine mist of preservative-free saline solution (3 vials are included). I can see how this product would be great for clearing tiny baby noses as well--and without the drippy mess and large dropper size of more typical saline nose sprays.

Disclosure: I received 2 samples of SinuCleanse Kids Mist for review. My 3 year old has yet to try hers.

Can you smell the desperation at the Gap?

First there was the Gap Groupon. Yes, it was so popular it crashed Groupon.com, but going in a couple of weeks ago to spend my Groupon bucks was hard--I couldn't find any inspiring pieces among the messy displays and ended up stocking up on black and white basics.

Then today, a 40% off storewide sales promotion was announced. I figured this was my opportunity to score the black pants I'd been eyeing for nearly half off (Gap card buyers saved 45%), so I slipped into the Oak Park location before my podiatrist appointment. The checkout line was 15 people deep and it took 3 cashiers 25 minutes to get to me. The store was shockingly understaffed and looked like it was under siege.  Had I not been under a time crunch, I would have rummaged through the children's sale racks and brought an armful of clothes to the register like the rest of the shoppers.

So why, so close on the heels of its much ballyhooed Groupon would the Gap offer a fire-sale to the masses? Given that the sale was announced via Facebook, blogs and signs outside the stores, I don't think it was planned very far in advance. Which makes me wonder it if was a tactic to clear slow-moving merchandise from the stores before the holiday sales push or to divert attention from the giant marketing blunder the Gap made earlier this week when it launched a universally hated (and really, truly awful) redesign of its logo. 

Perhaps not coincidentally, the Gap also announced it is scrapping its new logo late today.

I'm actually looking forward to seeing the Gap's holiday advertising. They still have time to remove the offensive Helvetica monstrosity from TV commercials, but magazine ads may have already been turned in. Furthermore, having cheapened their brand through aggressive discounting and showing a shocking lack of design chops to an increasingly discriminating public, selling scarves and cashmere sweaters at full retail price is going to be an uphill battle.

Smell like a monster, look like a monster

If (like me), you don't have today off for Columbus Day, these two items should chase away the Mondays.

Sesame Street has parodied the Old Spice ad.
And my daughter looks something fierce.

The case of the dry erase marker and the lie

There I was, reading Z a chapter of one of the Rebecca books on her bed, when I glanced up and saw an 8 inch green rectangle etched on her bedroom wall. Although Z initially professed innocence in what appeared to to be a combination marker drawing and pencil scribble, her lies were pretty unconvincing.

"I don't know how that got there."

"I think it's always been there."

"It doesn't bother me."

Two seconds of sleuthing and I found a green Dry-Erase marker about a foot and a half from the crime scene. Its shade matched the evidence on the wall. 

"Z, come over here and use this pencil eraser to erase the marks on the wall." 

"But that's not pencil," she replied. "It's key. I was drawing a door to fairy land and the key is to get in."

And thus, with any remaining doubt as to her guilt removed, I gave Z the opportunity to choose a consequence. She offered me up a doll she never plays with and said I could have it for a week. No dice. She offered up her American Girl doll, but since she hasn't played with it this week, I turned her down and told her she wasn't going to get to play on the computer or Daddy's iPod Touch for a week. I was shocked when she accepted her fate without protest as we've been dealing with a lot of backtalk lately.

I didn't finish the book chapter, but went downstairs to Google remedies. Apparently Z isn't the first to take a Dry-Erase marker to a painted wall, and a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser removed the marker pretty well and softened the key scratches somewhat. A little rubbing alcohol took care of any remaining stain and I, feeling like the punishment now outsized the crime, lessened Z's punishment to 3 days.

Speaking of discipline and parenting challenges, I've been reading How to Unspoil Your Child Fast and will be reporting later this week on my take on the book that promises "A Speedy, Complete Guide to Contented Children and Happy Parents."

Friday Shopping Report

Knee socks for skating
I discovered the hard way why so many roller derby girls wear knee socks. Roller skates can rub you the wrong way if your skin isn't protected. After scoring an ankle blister at last Saturday's Derby Lite practice, I stood in line at Nordstrom Rack for 15 minutes to buy blue and black striped knee socks and hot pink Betsy Johnson over-the-knee socks. I also stocked up on knitted tights for winter as I love a) how cozy they keep my legs and b) that they are control top free. I hate control top tights.


Organic fruit and veggies
Having taken delivery of our Mamaloot Ripe Organics box on Tuesday and finding it to be a pretty good deal, I snapped up a $15 Groupon for $30 to use with Irv and Shelly's Fresh Picks. We spent our Marion Street Cheese Market Groupon and snapped one for another Oak Park restaurant, Klay Oven.

Knitting book
Since I finished my cabled hat and abandoned a crap pattern for a baby hat for my friend Kate's about-to-be-born daughter, I was hungry for some more knitting projects. I'd admired Stephanie's fingerless gloves and she told me the pattern was from Last-Minute Knitted Gifts. Based on the reviews I'd read, I ordered its sequel, More Last-Minute Knitted Gifts from Half.com. But if it doesn't arrive ASAP, I may try knitting these. And Kate, if you're reading this, I still have plans to knit something for your baby girl--it just won't be ready in time for her to wear it home from the hospital.

Meet the bloggers of Oak Park

Sometimes I fantasize about starting a hyper-local blog about my adopted home town, I love Oak Park so much. But since we're blessed with two local newspapers, Chicago Parent's headquarters, Annette's amazing MomMail email newsletters and the community site Live Here Oak Park, there isn't exactly a gaping hole in the online version of our great community (or my schedule, for that matter).

So I've decided to do my part to promote my fellow Oak Park/River Forest bloggers. The most famous, of course, is the 14-year-old fashion phenom Tavi Gevinson of The Style Rookie, but Making It Lovely has an impressive following for her design blog and the beautifully-photographed food blog Lottie + Doof has received tons of accolades in the mainstream press.

I can count among my personal friends Carrie Kirby, the penny-pinching expert behind Frugalista and fellow synagogue members Emily (expert canner and author of West of the Loop) and Marta Block (aka The Wedding Maven). I'm also friendly with Angela, who writes about her family at P Four and her family dinners at Peas 4 Dinner and Molly, who writes about food, farming and family life at Virtual Farmgirl. Matt, the daddy blogger behind The Cote Boys, is a fellow parent at our Montessori school; and Vanessa Druckman, who writes the popular food blog Chefdruck Musings, recently moved from Columbus, Ohio to nearby River Forest and treated my family to the most delicious Rosh Hashanah dinner we've ever eaten.

Future Oak Park bloggers hang out on their home turf

And although I cut a mango for her at a PTO healthy eating event, I only feel like I know Chef Melissa Elsmo of Inspire Mel and Tales of the Elsmo Four.

Oak Park is also home to the home blog Four Thick Walls, which chronicles the renovation of an energy-efficient home, and Health at My Size, a blog that's only nominally faithful to its title. There are probably more local blogs I don't yet know about. If you can think of any, please drop me a line in the comments.

I (gasp) wish this weekend wasn't ending

It's a little embarrassing to admit, but sometimes I look forward to Monday mornings. Too often our weekends are likemarathons of picking up (only to have the house messy within an hour), preparing our children food (only to scrape 90% of it into the trash) and taking the kids on supposedly fun outings that no one seems to enjoy that much (or at least express any gratitude for).

This weekend was different. I kicked off Saturday morning with a 2 hour roller derby-style workout class (fun and fitness!), and swung by the farmers market on the way home (no doughnut requests!). After an early lunch, I dropped Z off at a neighbor's house and hit the Parenthesis Consignment Sale's 1/2 price mark-down sale while Josh put A down for a nap.

When I got home, A was asleep and Z was gone, and Josh and I got to indulge in a midday DVD viewing of Louis. A woke up as Z got home, but there was only an hour to kill before our Saturday mother's helper arrived. We have 2 mother's helpers now, a 7th grader and a 5th grader who entertain the girls while at least one of us is in the house. It is a sanity saver for us and the girls love spending time with kids old enough to be cool, but not too cool to play with them.

Our Saturday hit a snag when, at 5:30, I checked my phone to see that our 6pm babysitter had texted me that she was sick with strep. Fortunately our daycare provider saved the day and we were able to keep our date with the Swifts: dinner at Marion Street Cheese Market (I had the bison burger and an exploding glass of red wine) and a live comedy performance starring none other than Louis C.K. He was vulgar and wrong and absolutely hilarious. I suffered hiccups for most of the show.

Sunday offered more kid-free moments and entertainment. I finished knitting this lovely slouchy cabled hat while Z was at Sunday school (and A imprisoned in the babysitting room).



And Josh and I took in a matinee of highly entertaining Facebook biopic The Social Network as yet another neighbor girl (newly babysitting) watched the kids.

Friday shopping report: Halloween and the Gap Groupon

Master Shake

This week I did my part to revive the economy and deplete my cash.

Spending my Gap Groupon

I headed over the 3-story Gap on Michigan Avenue on my lunch break and found it hard to find $50 worth of stuff I wanted. Well, actually I fell in love with a $70 pair of black pants (curvy fit), but I only buy on sale at the Gap. So I headed to the back, where everything on sale was marked down an additional 25% and it looked like a tornado had touched down. I picked up a striped v-neck sweater, a striped tunic top with 3/4-length sleeves, a thin gray long-sleeved tee with button detailing on the shoulder and one other shirt so uninspiring I can't even recall it.

Halloween costumes

Since my mom and stepdad are going to be here for Halloween, my kids are jazzed about the holiday, and since Josh and I were actually invited to an adult Halloween party, I decided it's high time got into the spirit of things. I used the coupon code attached to a catalog from BuyCostumes.com and made sure to click through to the site via USAA's Membershop so I could get 6 points per dollar. There I picked up a witch's wig for Z, a Baroness costume for myself, Jill from the nursery rhyme "Jack and Jill" for A and Aqua Teen Hunger Force's Master Shake for Josh. The $85 order received upgraded shipping and arrived the very next day! Josh had to pick his chin up off the floor when I popped into the living room as Master Shake singing "We are the Aqua Teens!" He said, and I quote, "I'm so surprised I just might wear that."

Birthday party plans 

We put a deposit down on Z's 6th birthday party, which will be held at Tri-Star Gymnastics in early November. I ordered these "budget" invitations from Tiny Prints. The plan is to invite the girls from her 1st grade class, but we might have room for a few non-class friends as well.

Daily deals

I purchased my first deal from Mamaloot, $20 for a $40 box of organic, mostly local fruit from Ripe Organics. It will be delivered on Tuesday.

Like mother, like daughter

I'm a copywriter. So, apparently, is my 5 year old. Take a look at this note she penned for her new friend Rachel. The cover of this inspired "direct mail" piece says "Rachel!!!"

Dear Rachel, I am telling you that I am mailing you a Amercin girl catalog. It is super fun. It is ful of Americin girls. It sells Americin girl coloths and fumicher [furniture]. It is so fun!!!!!!! Love, [Z] Klein.

A Julie is amasing. you shood get her but they are 100 dollers. This is Julie the Amercin girl.

The back story here is that Z desperately wants 3 historical American Girl dolls (the mix changes periodically, but I think Kaya and Kit are in the lead). I told her I'd request an American Girl catalog so we could pick one out for her upcoming birthday, and I did. It was supposed to have arrived a week and a half ago, but much-anticipated catalog hasn't shown up yet.

Updates! Updates! Updates!

The Eyes
It's the question on everyone's lips: How are the eyes? So, 1 1/2 weeks post-PRK laser vision correction, I'm pretty happy with my results. There's no pain or discomfort and I can see 20/25 in both eyes. That said, I'm having trouble focusing, which means everything is just a little blurry. This makes working on a computer and reading a lot more challenging, but I'm managing. If anything, the temptation to read and comment on blogs and otherwise while away the hours online is completely gone and I've found myself listening to my iPod a lot more (music, podcasts, NPR radio, etc.). I've also picked up my knitting and am making good progress on a cabled slouchy hat I'm making for myself.

I've been reassured many, many times by Dr. Kraff and his staff that gradual improvements are the norm, that I'm healing beautifully, and I should expect to marked improvement in 1-4 more weeks.

Sleep "Training"
Thanks to the empathy and advice I got from my blog twin Whitney of Rookie Moms, whose 3 year old daughter Scarlett also had a sleep regression lately, we've made progress. A's been tucking a doll into a doll bed every night and letting me know in the morning if "she sleeped all night." We still sit with her as she falls asleep, but we've gradually moved from the glider in her room to a chair in the hallway. The hope is that we can then move from a chair in the hallway to general visibility on the second floor and then back to a kid who can fall asleep on her own. In the meantime, setting up camp in the lighted hall means I can knit, listen to my iPod, mess around on the computer, read a magazine or pay attention to Z as she quietly reads a Rainbow Fairies book aloud from her doorway.

Most nights A's slept through, but the few times she's awakened in the middle of the night, it's only taken a brief sit on the hallway chair before she falls back asleep and one of us parents can tip-toe back to bed.


Work and Travel
I spent 2 nights in Cincinnati last week and had the most amazing sushi. Fresh and authentic, Jo An Japanese Restaurant is located in an unassuming office park near the airport and it supposedly opened for the Japanese executives of the nearby Toyota plant. If you're ever in Cinci, go there.

Even though my team only moved from the 14th to the 20th floor in January, we're movin' on up again on Friday--this time to the 24th floor. They're packing us in like sardines, which means I'll be sharing an office with my account management counterpart. Good thing I like her!

In other work/travel news, I am moderating a panel on how moms use social media in mid-October in NYC. I'm bringing the whole family along for a long weekend of sightseeing, friend-visiting and food. Delicious New York food.

Pinkalicious: Sweet as can be

I was a little late to the Pinkalicious phenomenon, but the book is a delightful read--one that speaks directly to my 3 year old and still appeals to my 5 year old. So when Chicago's Emerald City Theatre mounted a "direct from Off-Broadway" revue of the stage production, I snapped up* tickets.

Josh and I took the girls to the Saturday morning show. Unlike most of the small children in the audience, mine weren't wearing fancy pink tulle dresses or toting pink cupcake purses, but A had slipped on her favorite brown cupcake t-shirt, and Z refused to take off her pink jacket, so we didn't look like total misfits.

The crowd, not surprisingly, was young and partial to pigtails. Most of the little girls appeared to be in the 3 to 4 range--which makes a lot of sense, really. There isn't much theatre appropriate for preschoolers.

Z and A ate it up. I was curious how anyone could stretch a fairly short picture book into a 1 hour musical, but Pinkalicious manages with lots of songs, a sprinkling of audience interaction and the kind of slapstick humor that doesn't really tickle my funny bone, but gives my daughters fits. The fact that even my youngest could recite the plot points on the drive to the theatre helped a lot too: I didn't spend the entire 60 minutes fielding "why's that man doing that?" questions. Instead, knowing roughly what was coming next, their faces positively glowed with anticipation.

Tickets are $13 a child. Adults are $16.

*By snapped up, I mean I responded to the press relations agent who'd been sending me near-daily releases on the show with a polite request for review tickets.

My school kids

The chameleon rests in his tree. His skin has peaceful colors. He wakes up hungry for a juicy insect. He looks this way...And that way. No food! No food! He must find a new tree home. What's this a scorpion[?] Watch out chameleon scorpion's stinger is poisonous. Carefully the chameleon creeps past.

Z's been writing up a storm since school began, declaring her love for her teacher, issuing invitations to friends to elaborate themed events, penning pleas for American Girl dolls and planning her birthday party down to the minute. She also writes stories, which I really treasure. I checked in with her teacher this week to see how she's adjusting to 1st grade, and it seems that aside from her tiny size she fits in perfectly. She's working above grade level and making friends.

A started Montessori preschool this week and the report from her teacher read, in part:

"[A] is always busy! Her main focus has been practical life. Flower arranging and cloth washing are her favorites. Today she was shown banana slicing and stayed focused throughout the entire process. We tend to lose her during the clean up stage of a longer sequence but today she followed through until every item was cleaned on back on the shelf. I think it helped that she was able to wash the items in the sink! She is very vocal and able to stand up for herself and her work. It is great that she isn't timid with all the new children or wary of the new environment. She is a very confident girl!"

Friday Shopping Report: Eye drops

What do you buy when your eyes are recovering from Lasik PRK? Well, you don't shop online, because focusing on a computer screen is damn near impossible. (At one week post-laser, it is much better, but since I still need to look away from the computer every few minutes to rest my eyes, I'm not tempted to cruise the online sales listings on my lunch break.)

Instead, you try and buy eye drops. A lot of eye drops. Here's my take on the OTC varieties I've tested in the last 7 days.

Tears Naturale Free I went through a big box of these pretty quickly post-surgery. They are individual one-use vials, but I found that each vial is actually more like 3-5 uses. They feel like tears. Walgreens makes a knock-off version that lists for about a dollar less.

Systane Ultra Preservative Free Eye Drops are very similar to Tears Naturale Free: individual vials that feel like soft tears. At least at Walgreens, they cost a bit more than Tears Naturale Free, but since I had a coupon that came with the starter kit from Dr. Kraff, the cost difference was negligible.

Refresh Optive Sensitive Lubricant Eye Drops I got a few of these as samples from Dr. Kraff, and they're also similar to the Tears Naturale Free individual vials, but they are slightly more moisturizing and the moisture does seem to last a bit longer. This helps make up for the fact that there's less solution in each individual vial (more like 1-2 uses), but the product performance isn't so much better that these are worth their premium price.

By far the most interesting eye product I've tested is GenTeal Eye Gel. Now that my eyes have healed, I'm supposed to apply it just inside my lower lash line and blink until it's coated my whole eyeball in soothing squishiness. I do this before bed so that my eyes can stay tucked under a sheet of moisture all night, but the box indicates for daytime use as well. It does feel good. I purchased the GenTeal brand on my doctor's recommendation, but I saw a lot of similar eye drop gels and eye gel products, and given how similar the tears are, I doubt I'll remain brand-loyal in the future.

Immediately after getting PRK, I couldn't wear any eye makeup. But since I've now been giving the go-ahead to do so, I picked up a waterproof mascara, Maybelline Great Lash Waterproof. It's a pretty basic mascara (and was on sale for under $4 at Walgreens), but it is doing a decent job of staying on even under a near-constant shower of artificial tears.

Not Lasik, PRK

When I showed up at the doctor's office for Lasik on Friday afternoon, they took some measurements and determined I wasn't a great candidate for Lasik after all. So I ended up getting a procedure called PRK, which involves a longer, harder recovery (but costs $1000 less).

I'll write more about my experience later, but right now my vision is too blurry to be working on a computer for more than a minute or two.

Friday shopping report: New eyes, new body

New eyes

flickr photo of Lasik by Space Pirate
Queen (Creative Commons)

As I write this, I'm just a couple of hours away from LASIK surgery. With my employer discount, it is working out to $4100. And my very generous mom is kicking in $2000 (Thanks, Mom!). Yes, I'm nervous. Also, excited.

New body

Did I mention I signed up for Derby Lite, a roller-derby inspired workout class? Well, in addition to the park district fee, I had to shell out for a helmet and knee, elbow and wrist pads ($108), roller skate rental ($50) and a boil-to-fit hot pink mouthguard ($39.99). Now all I need are some fishnets knee high tube socks.


Also, a Groupon
I couldn't resist the $10 at Oak Park's Jerusalem Cafe for just $5 Groupon* offered earlier this week.

We didn't buy
I found a pair of skinny 5-slim jeans on sale at Gap Kids for just $9.99, but even rail-thin Z deemed them too tight and uncomfortable so they went back.

*Affiliate link

Unfit to parent after 11pm

Something horrible has happened to A, a champion sleeper for most of her short life. With little warning, she's started resisting bedtime, refusing lullabies and making sure she's not the only one awake and unhappy in the wee hours.

Let's take last night. She didn't nap at the babysitter's house, so Josh put her to bed around 7pm. She asked him to stay in her room (this is a new development), and he watched her fall asleep, exiting the room at 7:20. (I was at a preschool board meeting.)

Josh and I turned in around 10:15, and at 10:55pm, I heard A calling--nay, yelling--for me. I went into her room and sat quietly on her chair as she tossed and turned. Her eyes closed within 10 minutes, and after 25 minutes, I began my stealthy creep out of the room.

The floorboards creaked. I was busted. "I'll come back and check on you in 10 minutes," I assured her, hoping she was close enough to slumber that she'de fall back asleep before then.

Kid art, kid psychology

More and more, Josh and I have noticed how troubled big sister Z gets when A is upset. She hates to see (or hear) her cry and frequently demands we just "give in" to A's requests to get her to feel better faster.

She's also taken to cheering up her sister herself, hugging her, patting her back or head, giving her toys and drawing her pictures of happy scenes, like these of Chanukah and a birthday.

But lest you think Z's some kind of perfectly thoughtful sibling, realize that her kindness only goes so far. She'll only work at making A happy if she is not the cause of the distress. If she's snatched a toy away, refused to play with her or called her "a baby," she shows little regret.

Screw fear, I'm getting Lasik!

I've considered getting Lasik every fall for the past 12 or so years, but this year I'm finally gathering up my nerve (and $4100!) and going under the knife laser. My ragweed allergies have become so unbearable I can't wear contacts at all and I hate wearing glasses.

I had my initial screening at the Kraff Eye Institute during my lunch hour today, and because I'm never one to move slowly, I immediately canceled last week's contact lenses order and booked my Lasik procedure for this Friday afternoon!

For those of you curious about the process, I have a 2 hour pre-operative appointment tomorrow and a 2 hours surgery appointment on Friday at 1:30. I'll be given Valium and numbing eye drops before the operation and should be ready to walk out of there by 3:30pm. I may miss Kol Nidre services that night, but I should be fully functioning for Saturday morning.

It kind of blows my mind. Not unlike looking up and seeing Z at the top of her elementary school climbing apparatus. Or can I still call it monkey bars?

Living History: Naper Settlement and American Girl Dolls

Saturday afternoon I took Z and A to Naper Settlement, located about 45 minutes away in Naperville. Z has become consumed by an interest in history recently, her interest stoked by the historical American Girl novels she checks out from the Oak Park and elementary school libraries by the stackful.

At Naper Settlement, we went back in time to the 19th century, sitting in on class in a one-room schoolhouse, touring modest and grand homes and watching demonstrations by a blacksmith and printing press operator. Z peppered all of the docents (some of whom looked to be high school students) with questions and remembered a lot of details about the workings of old homes and covered wagons from books and her visits to other historical sites like Vance birthplace and Living History Farm in Iowa.

I was surprised that, aside from one other visitor, we were the only patrons there on a beautiful fall Saturday afternoon. With admission prices comparable to a movie ticket and all of Chicagoland a short car ride away, I was surprised to be so outnumbered by costumed reenactors.

Only 3 years old, A didn't show as much gusto for the past as her big sister, but she patiently visited all of the sites, filling my purse with a natural history treasure trove of "chestnuts, acorns and rainbow leaves" every time we stepped outside.

Friday shopping report: 4 pairs of shoes and more!

Shopping on State Street
I took Z on a special "just the two of us" outing on Labor Day, and in addition to checking out the Chicago Architecture Foundation's Model City, we shopped. And shopped.

I'd promised Z a pair of shoes, but locating just the right pair took stops at Macy's and Nordstorm and the Sketchers store, were we scored this none-too-subtle pair of glittery, light-up kicks. They are regularly $40, but everything in the store was 20% off. I also picked up a pair of leather sandals for Josh for a remarkable $15!

At TJ Maxx, Z picked out a Halloween costume. She'd been talking about going as Strawberry Shortcake, but she changed her mind and selected a spider witch getup. We'll keep our eyes open for plastic cauldron for collecting candy. I also found a lovely new tablecloth ($16), an iPod charger for the car ($8) and a paint-your-own-birdhouse kit ($7) to add to the birthday closet.

I was shop-weary, but Z didn't want to go home without something for her little sister. At first she insisted on getting A a matching pair of Sketchers, but I explained the folly of spending a lot of money on shoes for a kid who refuses to wear anything but Crocs (no socks). She felt strongly we couldn't come home without any presents for A, so we walked over to Old Navy and found a cute hot pink tulle tiered skirt on clearance for under $8. Z convinced me to buy her a matching one, and a 97¢ sport-cap metal water bottle made it into our cart as well.

Did you say Crocs?

I would not be surprised if I am one of 6pm.com's top customers. This week alone I bought warm, wooly Crocs ($12) for my shoe-averse 3 year old (so far she refuses to wear them) and new, larger classic Crocs ($10) for Z (who actually wore the tread off a pair she's had for almost two years).

Just the thing to warm up in before I lace up my roller skates, right?

I also ordered a pair of retro-fabulous New Balance sneakers ($30) so that I won't have to worry about toting my sole pair of athletic shoes back and forth between my work gym (where I keep them) and Oak Park, where I am about to start roller derby workouts with Derby Lite. Stay tuned for that shopping report next week!

This class fits just right

We attended the open house/curriculum night at Z's school yesterday and got a chance to meet her new 1st grade teacher and many of her classmates, and we came away with a major case of the warm fuzzies.

We were pleasantly surprised to find 3 familiar faces among the girls in the class--1 neighbor and 2 children who used to attend Z's Montessori school. The teacher seems energetic and very well qualified and the academic challenges are just what my daughter's hungry for. She's actually excited to be responsible for completing homework, writing in her weekend journal and diving into math, social studies and reading. The G&T teacher introduced himself to us and said he'd be working with the 1st graders (including Z) four times a week.

It looks like this will be a smooth transition and it makes my heart swell to know how many people are already looking out for Z--her new teacher, her kindergarten teacher and the gifted and talented teacher are all checking in on her today to see how she's adjusting. We're blessed to have such a great school in our neighborhood.

Our adventure on the North Shore

Despite A's tearful protests against getting in the car, we headed north to the Chicago Botanic Garden in Glencoe early this morning, were we met up with our friends Jay and Kate and their 2 (but soon to be 3) kids. The weather was glorious. If it weren't for my horrible, no-good ragweed allergies, I'd ask for 72 degrees and sunny every day of the year.

Fortunately, taking double the dose of Zyrtec + saline spray/Neti pot + wearing my glasses instead of my contacts = I can see/breathe. Sometimes.

We wandered through the beautiful gardens, gawking at a Hindu wedding and admiring heirloom tomatoes, local apple varieties, fragrant roses and immaculately groomed Japanese gardens. The kids clamored for snacks, hopped in and out of their strollers and made their own kites.

A was pretending the manicured shrubs were giant scoops of ice cream

After the gardens, we took a quick drive over to Highland Park for NY-style slices at New York Slices and Blizzards and cones at DQ.

World's cuddliest little boy makes himself slightly less huggable by frosting himself in soft serve

Next week: 1st grade

Josh and I suspected Z's kindergarten teacher was going to recommend advancing her to 1st grade during today's parent-teacher conference, but we didn't expect to hear that she scored in the 99th percentile of the tests administered to her by the gifted and talented teacher. And we were floored to find out our tiny, 37lb 5 year old is reading at the 6th grade level.

I had been telling myself for weeks to be patient with the public schools, reminding myself that in good time they'd come to see Z's abilities and provide her with some extra enrichment. It turns out I didn't have to be patient -- Z's teacher was nothing short of amazing. It is thanks to her that the G & T teacher was brought in early and a social worker evaluated her social and emotional readiness. She even spoke with the principal, selected the 1st grade class she thought would be best for Z and spoke with that teacher about her new student. She let Z get in her (much-anticipated) turn as class helper today and told me they'll have a little send-off celebration for her on Tuesday. Wednesday will be her first day in 1st grade.

Thanks to everyone who commented on my original post; your thoughts were very much on my mind this week as we deliberated our options. I also read my friend Kim's post Parenting Gifted Children: Do Kindergarten Students that Start Ahead Fall Behind and contributed to a discussion of redshirting on Ask Moxie (since redshirted classmates will be 2 years older than my child).

In the end, however, our instincts lined up with the recommendation of the school. They've only skipped 3 kids in 8 years, so this isn't a decision they take lightly. And while even 1st grade will probably come easily to Z, she's now very much on the radar of the G & T program and I feel pretty confident they'll keep her challenged and engaged.

Friday shopping report

I was so good this week. The only thing I bought was a copy of Laura Lippmann's What the Dead Know (using store credit, no less!). I haven't started it yet, as I'm still reading last Friday's book as well as a library copy of the child development book NurtureShock, which is sure to be the subject of an upcoming blog post. I'm only 75 pages in, but it reads like Freakonomics for Parents; it's a research-based but highly-readable book that turns conventional wisdom on its head.

I didn't buy
Since I'm embarking on something of a diet plan, I didn't eat out at all this week. Instead, I packed my lunches and kept a meticulous food diary, both on paper and at MyPlate. I plant to keep this up until I'm back in the mid-130s, weight-wise.

I flipped through Boden and Lands End catalogues, but I'm going to try to hold off on purchasing any fall or winter clothes until I audit what's currently in storage.

On finding the right classroom for my child

Today Z is in kindergarten. She didn't luck into a spot in the Spanish immersion classroom, so she's in a regular class of 18 with a wonderful, experienced teacher. They line up for lunch, recess and their extra-curricular classes and they work on their letters. The goal, by the end of the year, is for each kindergartener to tie their shoes, recognize 20 sight words and write 2 simple sentences about a picture.

If you know my daughter, you know she's already reading chapter books.

I'm fortunate that her school has recognized her gifts early in the year and they're having her assessed by the gifted and talented teacher this week. We have a meeting scheduled with her teacher for Friday where they'll tell us our options, but it looks like they're going to recommend skipping her ahead to 1st grade.

After much soul-searching, I think moving her ahead a year is the right thing to do. Z conquered the kindergarten curriculum (and more) in her third year at Montessori preschool and she's the kind of kid who craves new challenges. She's already complained about being bored by "sitting and coloring" -- she'd rather read or just play with the great toys in the classroom. She knows a handful of 1st graders and her teachers agree she's ready socially.

The only drawback is her size. In the 10th percentile for her age, she'll look positively puny next to 6 and 7 year old 1st graders. Once again, she'll complain about "always being in the front row for the class picture." Yes, I'll be swimming against the cultural currents, which seem to favor "redshirting" children so that they'll be the biggest/strongest/smartest.

It's been interesting going through this process while reading Monica Holloway's parenting memoir Cowboy & Wills: A Love Story. Although on the face of it the challenges Monica Holloway deals with raising a son with high-functioning autism are quite different from mine, we both see the incredibly important role school (as well as the companionship of a wonderful dog) plays in a child's success.

In the meantime, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

I received my copy of Cowboy & Wills for free as a part of the From Left to Write online book club. The link to the book is an affiliate link.