Saturday, December 19, 2009

Best of 2009

I started to write a piece for MV Parent with a list of the "Best of 2009." I ended up taking the story in another direction but I couldn't abandon this part. Thought I would share it here.

Best Doctor’s Waiting Room 2009

There is no shortage of entertainment at Dr. X’s office, one of our children’s doctors. Since we are often forced to wait up to two hours to see the great Dr. X, we have plenty of time to amuse ourselves in the sparse waiting room. Our favorite thing is the collection of faded, water-stained, handwritten signs that are posted near the receptionist's desk.

One of our personal favorites is:

Dr. X likes to spend an unlimited amount of time with each of his patients, including you. If you think your

wait is too long, you may find another doctor.

Another sign nearly takes the prize:

Barb is in charge of billing and sends out invoices every Thursday. If you do not pay your bill, Barb will

send your name to collections and you will have to find another doctor.

I have never met Barb face to face. I am assuming she lives in the dungeon where they store the complaint letters from unhappy patients. Unfortunately, Dr. X is worth the wait. He does spend an unlimited amount of time with us and we've been timely with our bills. You'd think that only if they got their act together enough not to double-book appointments and tick off their patients, they could earn enough money to purchase a computer, a printer, and a word processing program to make their signs.

Monday, November 30, 2009

A new post?

Yes, something new! I finally remembered to post my November column from MV Parent about my love of People magazine.

Then, to reward you for visiting, a very special 24-hour early SNEAK PREVIEW of my December MV Parent column. Gasp! You'll see it here first - 12 whole hours before it is uploaded to www.mvparentonline.com.

I also wanted to use this post to pass along two important things about my parents. First of all, my mom thinks you should all know that my People subscription is completely funded by her and my dad - they renew it each June for my birthday. This is unquestionably the best gift I get every year and I silently thank them each Friday when it arrives in the mail and I am treated to a sneak peek at the latest "news."

In fact, one year, my dad forgot to renew the subscription. I was completely bereft. Had they decided I was too mature and intelligent to read such fluff? I was too embarassed to even ask my dad about it so I tried to learn not to anticipate Friday's mail and did my best to move on. One random fall day he realized his mistake, called People right away and it's been smooth sailing from then on.

One more thing about my mom - when you read the part in the advice column in the post below, take note of the comment about her fake cookie exchange. How do these things happen? One minute she's innocently baking some Christmas cookies, the next she's emailing the neighborhood to see who can come over Sunday morning and pose with a cup of tea for some reporters. I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. And that's why I love her so much.

Advice for the Seasonally Challenged

It’s no secret that the holidays can be a busy and stressful time for everyone. Santa is lucky enough to have his elves and Mrs. Claus to help him get everything done but the rest of us are left with the little comfort we can gain from quick conversations with friends in passing at the mall. In order to help my readers in need, this month I have transformed this page into an advice column with answers to your toughest seasonal questions.

Dear Laura,
My daughters swear that the only things they want this year are Zhu Zhu pets, those battery-powered fuzzy hamsters that run on a plastic track. Every toy store is sold out and I don’t want to disappoint. What’s a mom to do?
Desperately Driving to Every Toy Store Within Fifty Miles

Dear Desperately,
When all I wanted was a Cabbage Patch Doll for Christmas 1983, my mom swore she wouldn’t get into a fist fight at Toys R Us about it. Instead, she painstakingly sewed Mary Ellen, a homemade doll that vaguely resembled a Cabbage Patch Kid but without the plastic head, vague baby powder scent or Xavier Roberts signature on its rear end. At the time (and for many years afterwards) I was delighted. In retrospect, maybe it was a tad disappointing to not have the real thing. But, as an adult, I can now see her point. So, to make sure your girls are happy on Christmas morning, surprise them with a real hamster and all the necessary accessories. Sure, it will be a messy, smelly, and expensive winter but your girls will be happy. We hope. Let’s just hope that next year they don’t come out with Lu Lu Pets, battery-powered lions who chase after prey on a plastic track.

Dear Laura,
My holiday to-do list is a mile long. Make cookies, set up the tree, decorate the house, shop, wrap, send out cards, the list goes on and on. How am I ever going to get it all done?
Frazzled Franny

Dear Franny,
I would love to tell you some helpful hints to make your holiday less stressful, but if you’re like the rest of us, you’re not going to sleep well until you’ve done all of those things and done them well. So you have to make four dozen cookies for the cookie exchange? Everyone’s going to know if you use Pillsbury refrigerated dough. Have to decorate the house so it looks like a page from Martha Stewart Living? Start buying as much holly as you can get your hands on and I don’t want to hear any excuses about your son’s allergies. Suck it up. Do you really need six hours of sleep? Think of the uninterrupted time you will have to shop online from Midnight until 3 a.m. You’ll get it all done eventually, Franny. And everyone will think you’re perfect.

Dear Laura,
Do you have any tips to make a holiday party fun and easy?
Hostess with the Mostest

Dear Hostess,
My parents’ house is the hub of all the family activity during the holidays so my mom and dad are often entertaining and cooking for a crowd. At Thanksgiving, the turkey was golden brown, the crowd got along famously, and they even planned a neighborhood scavenger hunt between courses. When I asked my mom for the secret to her success, she had a few tips:
- Have your spouse do the dishes while you’re cooking. It will keep him focused and helpful instead of reading the paper on the couch and asking “Can I help?” every few hours.
- Go to the bathroom before the guests come. Then you won’t have to uncomfortably wait in line for the powder room while the food gets cold and the guests get lonely.
- If you are inviting guests who may get into an argument and cause a scene, designate a third guest as the “hall monitor” to keep their fighting limited to the basement rec room.
My mom is available for private party consultations if you would like more tips. This weekend though, she will be busy setting up a fake holiday party at her home so the local paper can get photographs for a feature they’re doing on cookie exchanges.

Dear Laura,
I don’t know what to get my four-year-old niece for the holidays. She has every toy in the toy store, her bookshelves are packed, and clothes just seem boring. Any ideas?
Aunt Who Doesn’t Want to Gift a Pair of Pants

Dear Aunt Pants,
A few years ago, Santa loaded his sleigh to the very top with toys for our house. He brought trains, cars, dolls, books, and everything else on our kids’ lists. The living room looked like a page from “The Night Before Christmas.” A few days later, the kids were bored again and we were wondering what, if anything, we could have bought to keep them occupied for more than a few days. Coincidentally, on the same day, our washing machine died and we had to dip back into the savings account to buy a new one. After the friendly delivery men installed it, we were left with a giant cardboard box. And that’s when we discovered the perfect gift. Our kids played with that cardboard box until spring. They painted it, cut out doors and windows, and moved half their possessions inside. It was a clubhouse, a restaurant, a school house, and a backyard shed. Auntie, get yourself to an appliance store and ask for directions to their dumpster. Your niece will not be disappointed.

Dear Readers,
Whether you’re racing around like crazy to get everything finished or taking things calmly and rationally, I hope all of you have a happy and safe holiday season. While I love to joke about making sure everything is picture perfect, you don’t have to be the perfect shopper, hostess, or chef to make sure you and your family have an enjoyable season. After all, if kids can have endless fun with a cardboard box, you can have a truly happy holiday with refrigerated dough, generic knock-off toys, and a dysfunctional family. However you decide to celebrate this year, do it with peace and joy.
Laughing Laura at her Laptop

People...People Who Read People

I have been a faithful subscriber to People magazine for at least 8 years now. I am slightly ashamed to say it but the truth is, I love People. I like to know what’s happening in Hollywood (have you seen George Clooney’s new girlfriend?), what happens behind the scenes of my favorite tv shows and movies (Jon Gosselin needs to get a life!), what celebrities do with their kids (People had a photo of Suri Cruise wearing high heels!), and all the gossip, blatant self-promotion, and Britney Spears psychotic episodes that fill the pages in between.

I know it’s ridiculous. I consider myself very well-read. I’m college-educated and what’s more, I’m a writer. But everyone has a guilty pleasure and mine is People. It takes my mind away from my daily routine and transports me to a world of fluff and nonsense.

The members of my book group share a guilty pleasure that takes them away from their daily routine: the Twilight novels by Stephenie Meyer. These women are major Twilight fans. They inevitably spend a few minutes of each book group meeting reliving their favorite parts of the books, discussing when the next movie will come out, and sharing fan websites they’ve discovered. One time, they selected iron-on t-shirt transfers based on whether they belong to “Team Edward” or “Team Jacob.” No one has actually shown up to book club wearing their t-shirt but I have a strong suspicion that it’s only because the shirts are crumpled at home in a laundry pile.

When the first book in the Twilight series appeared as one of our book club picks, I voted for the group to read it. It wasn’t like the types of novels that I usually read, but I’d heard lots about it in People and just had to see what all the fuss was about.

In case you have been living under a rock, the books chronicle the love affair between Bella, a shy but beautiful teen and the elusive but gorgeous classmates that catch her eye at school. I’m not spoiling anything by telling you they turn out to be vampires. When Bella begins to fall for one of them, a lot of drama (and possibly blood-letting) ensue.

To be honest, I don’t know how it all turns out. I couldn’t bring myself to finish the book. Vampires just aren’t my thing. But, according to my research in People, they are actually quite “the thing.” There’s another series of books that have been turned into a popular HBO show called “True Blood” and more books, shows, and movies are on their way.

(People research also indicates that pirates are now out. Just thought I should let everyone know.)

The books that I do enjoy share one major similarity: they are all based in reality. To me, a good story is something that could actually happen in the real world. I’ve read and enjoyed everything from Pride and Prejudice to The Namesake to so-called “chick lit” and just about everything in between. All of the books I like feature plots that could actually happen in real life.

A few years ago, I was on a young adult kick and read The Princess Diaries. Mia, a nerdy San Francisco teen, discovers she’s actually the ruler of a small nation called Genovia. Far-fetched? Yes. Could it actually happen? Yes.

Could a young boy find out that he possesses the ability to become a powerful wizard and travel to a magical boarding school to learn his craft well enough to destroy the dark lord who has vowed to kill him? No. I’m not a Harry Potter fan. Also, I don’t like Lord of the Rings, The Golden Compass, or any of their movie adaptations.

My husband, an English teacher, has spent many hours explaining to me that it doesn’t matter that these stories are not real. He has told me to look beyond the plot and try to take the lessons and relate them to the real world.

Harry Potter, he explains, is essentially an unlikely hero who is burdened with greatness. It’s a classic storyline that has been repeated in books for centuries, he tells me. I just can’t do it. All those Quidditch matches just get in the way.

Maybe that’s why I like People so much. It is entirely possible that Robert Pattinson (the star of the “Twlight” movies) is dating co-star Kristen Stewart. In fact, People has the photos of them canoodling to prove it. It is also entirely possible, per a sidebar in People, that there was tension on the set of “New Moon,” the newest Twilight movie to be released this month.

Is it possible that I will go to the theater with the book group and see “New Moon” when it comes out?

Maybe.

I better wait and read the review in People before I decide.


Friday, October 16, 2009

A Letter in Today's Mail

Dear Eb,
Miss you so much! Can't take one more minute of this. Miss you.
Love you,
Mackenzie

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

TMI

Here's a link to my column for the October issue of MV Parent. It's all about getting too much information.

http://www.mvparentonline.com/articles.php

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

I decided that I can't continue with the Pros and Cons about the first day of school. I've spent all day agonizing day over what to write today and I realized it all boils down into one...

Con: I hate when things change.

Pro: Eventually I'll get used to everything being different. And, at the very worst, I'll have plenty of time to seek professional counseling to help me get through it.

What I Did on my Summer Vacation


My latest MV Parent article came out today. This month, I hired a co-writer to help me out. Luckily she's a good writer with a good sense of humor and the only difficulty of working with her was that she was overly concerned about hurting someone's feelings. Still, I would definitely hire her again.


You can read the finished product at http://www.mvparentonline.com/articles.php.

Monday, August 31, 2009

T-Minus Eight Days...

I know from my Facebook friends that I am not the only mom counting down until the first day of school. Only eight more days of whining, arguing, and the constant moaning, "I'm bored."

The first few days of school will inevitably be peaceful and relaxing for us moms. But, I wonder if I will still be as happy after a week or two.

In order to figure this out, I have decided to come up with a list of Pros and Cons about the first day of school. Each day, I will post a new entry listing a positive thing about the kids going back to school and a negative thing.

I thought of today's Pro and Con at lunch...

Con: I will have to eat lunch alone.

Pro: Actually, I learned that a few old friends of mine are free to keep me company during lunch. It turns out that Kelly, Dylan, Brandon, Brenda, Steve, Donna, and David are available every day from 11-1 on channel 68. Good thing we got a tv for the kitchen. Those guys will make me feel like I'm eating at the Peach Pit every day. And, as far as I know, none of THEM has a peanut allergy so we can eat whatever we want.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

I Couldn't Make This Up if I Tried

It's not just me who's in the holiday spirit. This morning, I was doing some chores upstairs but ran down to switch the laundry. As I was coming down the stairs, I heard Sister Bear singing to herself in the living room. What was she singing? "Frosty the Snowman." Next thing you know, Brother Bear will be singing for me to "Have a Holly Jolly First Day of School."

Friday, August 21, 2009

It's the most wonderful time of the year




It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas around here. Yes, I know it’s August but the other day, my own little Brother Bear insisted that I read him The Berenstain Bears Save Christmas. Sister Bear wandered in during the reading and when it was done, she burst out in “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer” and Brother and I enthusiastically joined in. If it wasn’t for the thermometer’s declaring that it was 93 degrees outside, I could have sworn it was December.

In The Berenstain Bears Save Christmas, Santa Bear discovers that the citizens of Bear Country have been focusing more on shopping, decorating, and baking and less on the spiritual and meaningful parts of Christmas. He threatens to cancel the holidays until he visits the Bear family tree house and sees that Mama, Papa, Sister, and Brother really do know the true meaning of Christmas.

Maybe reading the book is playing tricks on my mind, but despite the heat and humidity, it really does feel like the holidays around here. There are only seventeen summer days left until the kids head to school and Christmas arrives at this Bear family’s tree house. I’ve been waiting eight years for this particular first day of school when Brother Bear, the youngest in our family, starts full-time kindergarten and I’m anticipating it the same way I used to wait for Christmas when I was a child.

The way I figure, this Christmas will be chock full of gifts for Mama Bear. When Brother starts kindergarten, I’ll be free from the chains of “staying home.” Uninterrupted chores, lunch with friends, a stolen moment with the television, an afternoon at the farmer’s market, the opportunity to supplement our measly income…the possibilities seem endless. Without a child in tow, I can finally accomplish, without interruption, those chores and errands that have bugged me for eight years.

I have stayed home to care for our children since the day Sister Bear was born eight years ago. “Staying home” for me meant a steady stream of part-time paid jobs, working nights and weekends when Papa Bear was around to care for the children. During the day, it meant playgroups, swim lessons, trips to the library, Mommy and Me classes, and eventually, a few mornings of preschool. It meant playdough on the kitchen table, storytime on the couch, arts and crafts, bike rides, sledding, and any other kind of fun I could improvise. I think I’m a pretty fun Mama Bear. Just the other day we went to the splash playground and I was out there with the kids making up relay races and games in the sprinklers. For eight years, we played together, laughed together, watched Nick Jr. together, and tried desperately to entertain each other during long cold winter afternoons.

And there were many long cold afternoons. Staying home can be boring, annoying, thankless, and tedious. While my part-time jobs did a lot to save my sanity, at home with the kids, there never seems to be time to think or plan or dream. Instead, my daydreams are often interrupted with a request for more apple juice.

I wonder if things are about to change. With the cubs in school for six hours every day, will I find time to get some peace of mind?

For all my talk of watching TV and browsing at the mall, I know I’m kidding myself. Somehow my part-time jobs will start to become closer to full-time and we will use our extra income to fix things around the tree house instead of our much talked-about tenth anniversary celebration. Brother Bear’s teacher will surely ask for help in the classroom and there will inevitably be sick days for all. Half of my friends still have little ones at home so unless I plan to head to their house for PB&J, a leisurely lunch with stimulating conversation is probably not going to happen.

Santa Bear might be on to something. This Mama Bear needs to stop making a list and checking it twice. Instead, I need to focus on the simpler things. When the kids are at school, I really will try to set aside a few minutes for quiet thought. After all, I have a lot to think about after the last eight years. I spent all that time raising two smart, happy, self-assured, and thoughtful children. And just because the kids are in school doesn’t mean my job is done. Instead, I hope that from now on I can meet those challenges with a clearer mind and a new perspective. It will be kind of like having a white Christmas.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

New Restaurant Coming Soon!


When we were in Clinton, NJ last week for vacation, we noticed a new restaurant was coming to town. The sign says its called "Antnee's Portugese BBQ and Texas Weiner." It's located next door to my favorite Chinese food place, which is called "Bo Bo Kitchen." I wonder if they have a Zagat guide to Clinton, NJ yet. If they do, I'm putting in my name to do some reviews.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

People Vs. Twilight


I have been a faithful subscriber to People magazine for at least 8 years now. I am slightly ashamed to say it but the truth is, I love People. I like to know what’s happening in Hollywood (who will get custody of Michael Jackson’s kids?), what happens behind the scenes of my favorite tv shows and movies (Jon and Kate have been separated for less than a month and he’s dating?!), and all the gossip, blatant self-promotion, and Britney Spears psychotic episodes that fill the pages in between.

I know it’s ridiculous. I consider myself very well-read. I’m college-educated and what’s more, I’m a writer. But everyone has a guilty pleasure and mine is People. It takes my mind away from my daily routine and transports me to a world of fluff and nonsense.

The members of my book group share a guilty pleasure that takes them away from their daily routine: the Twilight novels by Stephenie Meyer. These women are major Twilight fans. They inevitably spend a few minutes of each book group meeting reliving their favorite parts of the books, discussing when the next movie will come out, and sharing fan websites they’ve discovered. One time, they selected iron-on t-shirt transfers based on whether they belong to “Team Edward” or “Team Jacob.” No one has actually shown up to book club wearing their t-shirt but I have a suspicion that they exist in someone’s closet.

When the first book in the series appeared as one of our book club picks, I voted for the group to read it. It wasn’t like the types of novels that I usually read, but I’d heard lots about it in People and just had to see what all the fuss was about.

In case you have been living under a rock, the books chronicle the love affair between Bella, a shy but beautiful teen and the elusive but gorgeous classmates that catch her eye at school. I’m not spoiling anything by telling you they turn out to be vampires. When Bella begins to fall for one of them, a lot of drama (and possibly blood-letting) ensue.

To be honest, I don’t know how it all turns out. I’m not even sure I finished the book. Vampires just aren’t my thing. But, according to my research in People, they are quite the thing these days. There’s another series of books that have been turned into a popular HBO show called “True Blood” and more books, shows, and movies are on their way. (FYI, People research also indicates that pirates are now out.)

The books that I do enjoy share one major similarity: they are all based in reality. To me, a good story is something that could actually happen in the real world. I’ve read and enjoyed everything from Pride and Prejudice to The Namesake to so-called “chick lit” and just about everything in between. All of the books I like feature plots that could actually happen in real life.

A few years ago, I was on a young adult kick and read The Princess Diaries series about a nerdy teen who finds out she is actually the heir to the throne of Genovia. Far-fetched? Yes. Could it actually happen? Yes.

Could a young boy find out that he possesses the ability to become a powerful wizard and travel to a magical boarding school to learn his craft well enough to destroy the dark lord who has vowed to kill him? No. I’m not a Harry Potter fan. Also, I don’t like Lord of the Rings, The Golden Compass, or any form of science fiction.

My husband has spent many hours explaining to me that it doesn’t matter that these stories are not real. He has told me to look beyond the plot and try to take the lessons and relate them to the real world. Harry Potter, he explains, is essentially an unlikely hero who is burdened with greatness. It’s a classic storyline that has been repeated in books for centuries. I just can’t do it. All those Quidditch matches just get in the way.

Maybe that’s why I like People so much. It is entirely possible that Robert Pattinson (the dreamy star of the “Twlight” movies) is dating co-star Kristen Stewart. In fact, People has the photos of them canoodling to prove it. It is also entirely possible, per a sidebar in People, that there is tension on the set of “New Moon,” the Twilight movie currently in production.

Is it possible that I will spend $8 to see “New Moon” with the book club when it comes out in November? Maybe. I better wait and read the review in People before I decide.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Teacher of the Year

If you can sew on a button, cook scrambled eggs, lead a group of preschoolers in “Duck, Duck, Goose” select appropriate curtains for your living room, or sketch the food pyramid, it's probably because you took a class in Family and Consumer Science.

What are Family and Consumer Sciences? It’s the new-fangled name for good old Home Economics. You probably think of Home Ec as a required middle or high school class where you burned the grilled cheese sandwich beyond recognition. My husband recalls Home Ec as the class where he “accidentally” turned the onion dip green.

But Home Ec is really much more than that. The International Federation for Home Economics, which serves as a consultant to the United Nations, states that Home Economics includes the study of food, nutrition and health; textiles and clothing; shelter and housing; consumerism and consumer science; household management; design and technology; food science and hospitality; human development and family studies; education and community services and much more.

If you’re wondering how I came to be such an advocate for Home Ec, it’s because my mother has been teaching it at my alma mater for more than 25 years.

In my high school, Home Ec is one of the most popular departments and my mom, Ms. Jayne Stoll, is well-known as one of the school’s “cool” teachers. Over the years, she has taught cooking, child development, interior design, fashion, home computers, and more. She was named Teacher of the Year a few years back and at the time, everyone wondered why it took so long for her fellow teachers to get around to honoring her.

In my mom’s classes, you get to eat whatever you’ve cooked, play with a sewing machine, go on field trips to Ikea, and discuss “Jon & Kate Plus Eight.” As part of her Child Development course, she runs a preschool in the high school, which she is careful to label “play school.” Two times a week, preschoolers come to play and learn while the high school students observe and discuss their behavior. In my senior year, I took Gourmet Cuisine with my mom and although I am ashamed to say that I got a C on her test on kitchen cleanliness, I aced the final exam by making a spectacular Baked Alaska.

This year, my mom is retiring from her teaching job and is finally leaving high school, 42 years after she was awarded her diploma. While I don’t imagine that she’ll use her retirement to whip up Baked Alaska for my dad every night, I have no doubt that Home Economics will play a large part in her daily life. After all, don’t Home Economics play a large part in all of our lives?

Even if you have a reserved seat at your favorite restaurant, you must make some kind of food for yourself each week. Even if you rent an apartment, you considered its layout and design before signing the lease. Even if you don’t have children, you might have to choose some appropriate toys for a niece or nephew for a birthday gift.

What my mother teaches are the skills we need to cope with the challenges of everyday life and she teaches them in a way that her students find engaging, exciting, and fun. And they are lessons that stick in your head, long after you’ve left her class.

One recent afternoon, my kids were whining for a snack and the pantry was bare. It didn’t take long for me to remember the homemade pretzels we made in Home Ec. Fifteen minutes later, little hands are busy rolling dough, stomachs are filled, and I am glad I chose to take Gourmet Cuisine and I’m even gladder that the class was taught by my mom.

The next time you find yourself whipping a snack from scratch, balancing your checkbook, or putting together a Halloween costume, take a minute to thank your Home Ec teacher for these valuable skills.

Thanks, Ms. Stoll...I mean Mom!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Vacation


Henry used to have a hard time saying the word "interesting" and his mispronunciation has stuck with me. So, I now present you with:


Ten Inn-ser-ess-in Facts About Our Trip to Niagara Falls



1. While sitting outside eating ice cream, we not only heard a Celine Dion song but also a Sarah McLachlan tune! Those Canadians love their musicians.



2. The sign by the hotel pool said it was 1 meter deep. We jumped in and hoped for the best...turns out the water was never above Henry's chin.



3. Canadian restaurants are both compassionate and accomodating when it comes to food allergies. They made me slightly afraid of going back to our favorite restaurants at home.



4. We ran into some friends from Clinton while we were there, which isn't that strange unless you consider that it's the same family we ran into when we were on Cape Cod last summer. We figure that if we ever had enough money for a vacation home, they'd probably end up as our next door neighbors.



5. My wonderful husband got so flustered by the Border Patrol that he told them that our reason for visiting Canada was for "a holiday." I think he thought we were entering England.



6. While waiting in line for an attraction to open, we witnessed a fellow tourist videotaping everything around her, including a 5 minute segment of the employee wiping rain off of a turnstile.



7. Elizabeth was terrified when she saw a simulation of a dummy (complete with a sack over his head) being electrocuted in an electric chair at the Guinness World Records Museum.


8. This was the first time the kids stayed in a hotel. I woke up at about 3 AM one night to find that Henry got out of his bed, climbed into mine, and fell back asleep clutching my knees.


9. The kids and I were mesmerized by an Anne of Green Gables animated TV show on Canadian Public Television. There were frequent mutterings of "this is weird..."


10. We were so confused by the way things were priced. They were either completely overpriced for the tourists and/or priced in Canadian dollars that we were seriously left wondering if paying $9 for 4 AA batteries was reasonable.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

I recently reconnected with a high school friend named Catherine and after a brief summary of how our lives have changed in the last 16 years, she said, “I just have to ask you. Were you on the news in Massachusetts about 9 or 10 years ago?”

Yes, Catherine, I was on the news. And it was mindboggling.

Just after my husband and I got married, we prudently decided to spend a little of our hard-earned money on a new stereo. We went to a local shop called Cambridge Sound Works, which is pretty well known in the Boston area for selling quality stereo equipment and speakers. We had done a bit of research in advance and had thought about what we were looking for. With the aid of a helpful salesperson, it didn’t take us too long to choose the equipment we were looking for.

While we were finishing the sale, we noticed that amongst the other shoppers was a television news crew. The female reporter approached me and told me that she was doing a story on how difficult it is for women to buy electronics. She asked if she could ask me a few questions.

I have looked back on that moment many times over the years, and every time I scream to my naïve and younger self, “NO! DON’T DO IT!” I don’t know what possessed me to say yes to the reporter in the first place. While I hesitate to put labels on my social and political beliefs, I might call myself a feminist. After all, in my purse was a credit card bearing my “married” name, which hasn’t changed a bit from my “maiden” name.

Why would shopping for electronics be more difficult for women? Have you ever gone shopping with a man? Typically, they’re not necessarily what I would call “browsers.” They give the products a once-over, look for one that suits their needs, and bring it to the cashier. Women shoppers tend to be all about browsing, selection, and careful decision making.

But, I did say yes to the reporter and her interrogation began. After a short time, it became very clear to both my husband and I that what she was really looking for was a quote from me saying that shopping for electronics is simply “mindboggling.”

A sample from the interview:
Reporter: So, would you say shopping for electronics is mindboggling?
Laura: Well…it can be hard to make a choice.
Reporter: Oh, you’re right. That choice can be mindboggling, wouldn’t you say?
Laura: Umm…I wouldn’t say that. It is a little daunting…you know, spending all that money.
Reporter: Definitely. If I were shopping here today, I’d definitely say it was mindboggling.
You get the drift.

The whole incident left me fuming and embarrassed. I was too ashamed to even watch the 5 o’clock news that night. Apparently Catherine did and who knows how many other thousands of Bostonians.

I was really glad to hear from Catherine again after all these years. And I’m even happier that when she saw me on the news 10 years ago, she didn’t hear me use the word “mindboggling.”

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Wrong Number


Wednesday, May 6, 9:42 a.m.
Phone rings.

Laura: Hello?
Caller: Um...yeah...hello...is Fred Turner there?
Laura: No. There's no one here by that name.
Caller: Oh. There's no Mr. Turner there?
Laura: No.
Caller: Oh. Is this 315?
Laura: Yes.
Caller: Is this 315-853?
Laura: Yes.
Caller: Is this 315-853-2694?
Laura: No. You've got two numbers mixed up.
Caller: Oh. I meant, is this 315-853-2964?
Laura: Yes, but there's no Mr. Turner.
Caller: Oh. Well, did Mr. Turner used to live there?
Laura: No.
Caller: Oh. Well, did the man that used to live there repair clocks?
Laura: No. The man that used to live here was a psychiatrist.
Caller: Oh. Is this Clinton, NY?
Laura: Yes.
Caller: Do you know a Mr. Turner who repairs clocks?
Laura: No.
Caller: Oh dear. I've been holding on to this number for several years. I have a clock that needs to be fixed.
What Laura wanted to say: Lady, you need more than your clock repaired.
What the always polite Laura really said: Sorry I can't help you. Good luck!

Friday, May 1, 2009

Happy Mother's Day Dad


My husband Ben has been an absolutely amazing father to our children from the very beginning, which is amazing considering that his paternity was questioned in his first week of being a father.
A few days after her birth, our daughter Elizabeth was hospitalized to treat a moderate case of jaundice. As part of the testing, the doctors checked her blood type. A young and naive medical student was sent in to relay the information that Elizabeth’s blood type was O positive.
“But that can’t be!” Ben exclaimed. “Laura is O positive and I’m type AB!” The med student fumbled with his clipboard, avoided eye contact, and muttered something about checking with the lab.
When we got home from the hospital, Ben checked his Red Cross Blood Donor card and it said he was actually type A.
A few days later, we arrived at the doctor’s office for a follow-up visit. When it was our turn, the nurse whisked my husband away, telling him there was some unfinished paperwork to be taken care of. Once I got into the exam room with the baby, the doctor very gently stroked my back and said, “There’s been no mistake about the blood type. If there’s something you need to tell your husband, we can help you…”
The doctor’s earnest belief that I had an extramarital affair and my sheer exhaustion caused me to laugh hysterically.
We ended up moving out of town a few months later and have spared ourselves the embarrassment of having to face that doctor ever again, although we laugh thinking that the med student probably shares our scandalous story when exchanging tales of his first days on the job.
Despite being confused about his own blood type, Ben is really an intelligent and thoughtful man. He seems to know a little about everything, including the genetic intricacies of blood types. When the kids are sick, he explains the anatomy and decodes the doctor’s diagnosis. He always reads my articles and columns and has supportive and helpful suggestions every time. He completely gutted and renovated two homes, one of which we were living in at the time. And when something breaks, he can always fix it.
One very cold December night, we were driving home from doing some errands when we got a flat tire. Luckily, we managed to navigate the car into our own driveway and despite the fact that it was 20 degrees outside and past sunset, Ben set right to work changing the tire.
He came inside after a few minutes and told me that the light from the outside spotlight wasn’t enough to work by and asked if we had a flashlight. I searched all three junk drawers, the basement and the shed, and found nothing. Luckily our kids had joined the search and found their Little Tykes hippopotamus flashlight. Ben decided it would have to do.
Little did Ben realize when he headed out the door that some insightful (and probably wealthy) Little Tykes designer had configured this flashlight so that it only stayed on for about a minute, saving parents the expense of having to replace the batteries every night. The flashlight was also equipped with noises (what toy isn’t these days?), so every time you needed the light to come on again, you had to squeeze the handle and listen to the hippo laugh, “Uh huh huh, uh huh huh, uh huh huh huh huh.”
So there my husband was, lying on his back on the hard driveway in 20 degrees in the middle of December, trying to unscrew a rusted spare tire in the dark, and being taunted every 60 seconds by a blue plastic hippopotamus. Did he complain? Not really. Did he successfully change the tire? Of course.
Ben always seems to meet challenges like these with a sunny outlook, humor, and barely any complaint. He teaches seventh grade students all day long but never balks at taking on extra work during weekends and holidays to supplement our income. In the evening, he coaches the soccer team, helps with homework, takes the kids to doctor’s appointments, and oversees bedtime while I’m at work.
Do you remember that old 1980’s movie “Mr. Mom?” Michael Keaton starred as a stay-at-home dad who wrestled the vacuum cleaner, barely knew how to put on a diaper, and just doesn’t have a clue. While that movie is good for a laugh, my husband is not that Mr. Mom, and our children are much better for it.
Ben isn’t perfect. He tells me repeatedly that he doesn’t do dishes. He has a tendency to save every scrap of paper that crosses his desk. He likes to procrastinate lesson planning until the last possible moment, when he often enlists the help of the rest of the family. And the other day, Ben said he couldn’t remember when Mother’s Day is.
It really doesn’t matter to me if he forgets Mother’s Day. This year, I’m going to combine Mother’s Day with Father’s Day into one celebration of the devotion that we both have to our family, because I know I wouldn’t be half as successful at being a mother if it wasn’t for Ben’s love and support.

Monday, April 27, 2009

I'm not complaining...


...but really? 93 degrees in April? It was HOT today. A little transition between winter and summer would have been nice.
But no...I'm not complaining.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Growing Up

As a parent, I feel torn between wanting my kids to stay babies forever and wanting them to grow up quickly so I can see what they will grow into. Every day I try to enjoy them in their current phases and try not to push towards the future too much.

However, it's not really in my personality to enjoy the moment. I've always been more of a forward thinker. Back in the day my friends and I watched "Dead Poet's Society" until we had the whole thing memorized. Remember Carpe Diem? The movie made a big impression so I try.

Despite my best efforts at "seizing the day," I was getting a little anxious because Elizabeth seems to be the only one of her peers who has not lost her front teeth. Tonight one of them finally, stubbornly came out (with a little yanking, Elizabeth admitted).

I had a very strange affection for Elizabeth's front teeth. They were very tiny and positioned in a unique way that I hope I will always remember. I envision her new front teeth as being gigantic and sharp and well, adult.

Tonight I am happy and excited that Elizabeth has reached a milestone that many of her friends have already celebrated. Tomorrow I'll try to go back to enjoying the momoent but I know the whole time I'll be wondering when the other front tooth is going to finally come loose.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Poetry

Okay, the blog is 24 hours old and I'm already adding a post. This is good.

Ben found this poem on "The Writer's Almanac" and we both loved it so much that I thought I'd share it.

Meditation on Ruin
by Jay Hopler

It's not the lost lover that brings us to ruin, or the barroom brawl,
or the con game gone bad, or the beating
Taken in the alleyway. But the lost car keys,
The broken shoelace,
The overcharge at the gas pump
Which we broach without comment — these are the things that
eat away at life, these constant vibrations
In the web of the unremarkable.

The death of a father — the death of the mother —
The sudden loss shocks the living flesh alive! But the broken
pair of glasses,
The tear in the trousers,
These begin an ache behind the eyes.
And it's this ache to which we will ourselves
Oblivious. We are oblivious. Then, one morning—there's a
crack in the water glass —we wake to find ourselves undone.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Hot Off the Press

Last week I had a front page story in the Courier about some trees that were cut down in the Village of Clinton. This is the kind of small town news that gets people talking! I also had the honor of writing a really cheesy caption to the accompanying photo.

http://clintoncourier.com/

(By the way, if you want to continue to read the story, you have to register. There is no fee - you just have to provide some information.)

R.S.V.P.

If you have a child over one year old, you’ve probably had at least one birthday party for them. It’s one of those events that is well worth the hard work you put into it. When you see your child happily enjoying their friends, squishing cake in their face, or smiling to see their new gifts, you realize that birthdays are a milestone worthy of a good party.

As I’ve talked to my friends over the past few weeks, I’ve realized that there are many people, myself included, who struggle with one particular part of the planning: getting RSVP’s. It seems like a day or two before the party, there are a few people who still haven’t responded. No phone call. No voice mail messages. No e-mail. Nothing. You finally decide that if they haven’t called, they’re not coming. Right?

Not necessarily. My friend Frances recently had a birthday party for her daughter at the bowling alley. When 3 kids didn’t bother to RSVP, she assumed they couldn’t make it. Needless to say, she was pretty surprised when these kids actually showed up to the party. The staff at the bowling alley had to come up with seats and food for the kids, and Frances had to try to appease the staff while scrambling for extra treat bags.

In my opinion, Frances did the right thing. I guess she could have called those people to double-check. Or, she could have just packed up a few extra treat bags and told the bowling alley staff to add a few extra place settings just in case. But Frances is a busy mother and she made the easiest and most logical decision.

Clearly the parents of those 3 kids are not as logical as Frances. Was it that hard to pick up the phone? Has their e-mail been down for the last 2 weeks? How could you forget to RSVP but remember to come to the party?

Maybe they don’t know the meaning of RSVP. According to my research, it is an abbreviation for
the French phrase “Respondez, s’il vous plait,” meaning, “can’t you just find five seconds to email or pick up the dang phone and let us know if your kid is coming…please?”

In an effort to restore a little etiquette to the birthday parties of 2009, I have devised several different strategies for dealing with these situations:
1. New and improved invitations There are a number of ways to avoid the RSVP problem right off the bat. Instead of using the standard “RSVP” at the bottom of the invitation, offer incentives. “Call now and your child will receive extra Skittles in their treat bag!” How about adding “Call now! Space is limited!” Check with Hallmark to see if they make one of those “singing” cards that would play Blondie’s 80’s hit “Call Me.”
2. Revenge You can only hope that your child will get invited to their party. Since you know they’re free and easy way with responses, don’t think you can just forget to RSVP to their party. That won’t mean anything. Instead, forget to RSVP, bring your two younger kids along as well, tell the hostess that all your kids are highly allergic to their dogs and insist that they keep the dogs outside during the party. That will teach them about inconvenience!
3. Passive aggression Perhaps you’d like to show your annoyance with this family without coming on too strongly. When it’s time for cake, pretend you don’t hear the kid ask for a piece with extra frosting. At game time, give him an extra spin or two before Pin the Tail on the Donkey. When it comes time to mail the thank you notes, you could “forget” to put on a stamp or use the wrong zip code so it takes a long time for the note to arrive.
4. Plain old aggression On the other hand, there’s nothing wrong with coming on strong. On party day, hire a bouncer who will check the name of each child who RSVP’ed off of a guest list. If anyone isn’t on the list, instruct the bouncer to blockade the door. If the parents try to slip the bouncer $20 to get in, have the bouncer threaten to call 911.

So, the next time your kid gets a party invitation, you better not forget to RSVP. Put it on the refrigerator, the bulletin board, or on your “to do” list. It only takes a moment of your time and it means a lot to the person on the other side.

I’ll be mailing the invitations for my son’s party in a few weeks. I’d hate for you to have to meet my husband’s cousin Snake at the front door.

In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb


Our daughter was born in the first days of a New England spring, which is to say it was 30 degrees outside, snowing, and not a crocus or daffodil was in sight. The doctor said she would be a winter baby but she held on for two additional weeks, probably hoping we’d carry her home from the hospital in just a onesie, the warm sun reaching deep into her soul. But, just like adults experiencing the first winter in a new place, Elizabeth didn’t know that Mother Nature had no regard for the calendar. Instead, on March 27, a week after the calendar said it was spring, snow flurries were gently falling from the sky as we joyfully held our baby girl for the first time.
That winter was a particularly long, cold, and snowy one. Waiting for the baby was like waiting for a spring that would seemingly never arrive. The dark days of winter stretched endlessly as I listened to everyone tell me that my life would soon make a complete and total transformation. I would go from a professional, successful 25-year-old manager at a non-profit to a young (too young, some said), stay-at-home mother, with no experience taking care of someone who would depend on me for her every need. Was I really going to stay home? Did we have enough money? Enough space in our apartment? I had no answers.
As the plows worked to clear the streets, we worked to prepare ourselves as best we could. We took classes: childbirth, breastfeeding, infant/child CPR. We visited friends who had just had babies. We asked questions. We savored nights out alone, as everyone had told us they would soon become rare. But it seemed that no matter how busy I tried to be, the waiting and the anticipation was overwhelming. Would mid-March never arrive?
The due date came and went and the doctor’s appointments became weekly and then daily. We threw up our hands in defeat; an induction was scheduled. Elizabeth stubbornly arrived, probably wishing she could wait until April, if not May. Driving home from the hospital, snow was still piled along the street. The elation I felt in the hospital was starting to be replaced by fear. I was overwhelmed, tired, and afraid of doing this all on my own. It was supposed to be spring. Why did it feel like winter again?
Night and day were mashed into one sleepless blur until the calendar showed it was time for her first check- up. This time, the temperature in the car said 42 and there was a trickle of water flowing from beneath the snow piles. A few more weeks passed and after an Easter dinner at my aunt’s house, the sky was still bright at 6 p.m. as we drove home with a window cracked. Now that the baby could sleep in 5 hour stretches, I had the energy to take daily walks. On Mother’s Day, we walked through town without our jackets and stopped for an ice cream cone. The warm air on my bare arms felt like freedom.
Spring will come, even if it doesn’t match the day on the calendar. The first day your baby smiled is like the random day in February that it hits 50 degrees and your heart warms from the joy of it all. The first morning she let you sleep until 7 a.m. is like looking out the window and seeing that the green patches in your yard now outnumber the white ones. And the first time she grasped your finger, looked into your eyes, and cooed is the day you walked barefoot through the back yard.
There are moments of spring in every day. You just have to find them. Time passes, babies grow, and eventually, every winter turns to spring.

Facebook


Laura Stoll is completely addicted to Facebook, the social networking website used by fellow moms, her much younger cousins, old high school and college friends, and 132 million other people.

[This is a sneak-peek at Laura’s “wall,” the place on Facebook where she updates her current status, makes friends, receives messages, joins different groups, becomes a “fan” of things, and more.]

September 1
Laura Stoll has joined Facebook.

September 9
Laura is now friends with Becca, her 16-year-old cousin.
Becca wrote on Laura’s wall: “Hi Laura. I didn’t know they let people like you on FB.”
Laura wrote on Becca’s wall: “Hi Becca. Yes, they let old people on here too.”

September 23
Laura beat her own high score of 729,408 on the Facebook game Tetris Friends. She told the family she was making dinner during the 30 minutes it took her to reach this awesome goal. When the pizza delivery guy showed up, Laura avoided eye contact with her husband. Since he is a friend on Facebook, he will learn of her achievement the next time he logs on.

October 2
Laura is now friends with Heather, a friend of more than 25 years.
Heather wrote on Laura’s wall: “Hi Laura! It’s great to see you on Facebook. Did you know Joe & I got engaged?”

October 5
Laura regrets telling her mom that Heather got engaged. Heather’s mom wasn’t too happy to learn that Mrs. Stoll learned about the engagement on Facebook. Guess she was hoping to tell Mrs. Stoll the good news in person.

October 6
Laura gets an e-mail from her mom asking how she goes about signing up for “Spacebook.”

October 15
Laura became a fan of Bravo’s “Project Runway,” just in time for Halloween.

October 22
Laura has sent a relationship request to her husband, Ben Fehlner. If Ben accepts Laura’s relationship request, it will show on Laura’s wall that she and Ben are married.

October 23
Ben has not responded to Laura’s relationship request.

October 24
Ben has not responded to Laura’s relationship request.

October 25
Laura logged into Facebook as Ben and accepted her own relationship request.

October 26
Laura has updated her relationship status. She is now listed as married to Ben Fehlner.

November 7
Laura has received a friend request from Tammy, a girl from high school that once insulted Laura by wearing the same peach colored lacy gown to the homecoming dance.

November 10
After pondering her mother’s advice to let bygones be bygones, Laura has ignored Tammy Garbowitz’s friend request.

November 21
Laura took the quiz Are you really a New Jersey girl? with the result You can take the girl out of Jersey but you can’t take the Jersey out of the girl.

November 24
Laura is now friends with Brian, a childhood friend whom she hasn’t seen or heard from in 15 years.
Brian wrote on Laura’s wall: “Hi Laura! How are you? Long time, no see. I’m married and living in Florida with my wife and nine kids…”

December 7
Laura is now friends with Avery, her old college roommate.
Avery wrote on Laura’s wall: “OMG! So happy to see you! How’s life? LOL! We’re doing well. We had our master bathroom renovated over Thanksgiving…couldn’t deal with the construction so we skipped town…went to St. Barts. So glad we brought the nanny…the kids activities at the resort were so mundane…Grayson was totally bored with their pathetic excuse for arts and crafts. I’ll have to post some pics. Anyway, how are you? Still living in that little house???”

December 12
Laura was supposed to be mopping the kitchen floor in anticipation of dinner with her in-laws. Instead, she wasted more than 2 hours on Facebook looking at her friends’ walls. She should have done the mopping; when she finally pulled herself away from the laptop, she felt like she had overindulged.

December 20
Heather wrote on Laura’s wall: “Laura – just wanted you to know that Joe and I set a wedding date – August 1.”
Laura decides to keep her mouth shut this time and let her mom hear the wedding details through the regular channels.

January 2
Laura became a fan of Cadbury Mini Eggs. Bring on the Easter candy!
Laura’s friend Kelley also became a fan of Cadbury Mini Eggs. Who knew that the love of one delicious candy could bring friends together?

January 4
Laura has posted a link: http://www.mvparentonline.com/. “Read my latest article on MV Parent!”

January 11
Laura has updated her status: Laura is trying to think of an idea for this month’s MV Parent column. Hmm…Facebook?

January 14
Laura has joined the group I’m not Addicted to Facebook; I Just Have to Check it Every Fifteen Minutes.

Freedom of Speech

One of the hazards of being a parent is that invisible sign we all wear that apparently says “Advice Needed and Welcomed.” As soon as the baby bump begins to show, family, friends, and complete strangers feel compelled to give you all kinds of advice about parenting. You may be lucky enough to hear someone’s horrific childbirth tale or about the time their sister-in-law’s cousin’s ultrasound went terribly wrong. There’s something about being pregnant that makes people want to talk.

Once the baby is born, there’s nothing like pushing a stroller around town to encourage strangers to impart their unsolicited wisdom:
“You’re feeding him a bottle? You know they say breastfeeding is best.”
“When my little Timmy was a baby, we didn’t have to use those annoying car seats. Why don’t you just hold him right there on your lap in the car?”
“Oh dear! What happened to her little mittens? It’s freezing out here!”

The worst part about receiving this advice is that most times you have to be polite and accepting, even though you might feel insulted. How can you snap back at that kindly 80-year-old grandma? (Even though you actually did remember the mittens, but you think the dog grabbed them when you were taking out the garbage and the baby was screaming and you were late to preschool pick up.)

The insomnia and exhaustion that new parents suffer can quickly transform one of these seemingly innocuous moments into something sour. One day, I braved a short walk to our neighborhood gift shop with a six-week-old Elizabeth in her stroller. Of course, as soon as we got there, she was audibly making a messy diaper, and I quickly headed toward the exit. On my way, I was stopped by a well-intentioned stranger who said, “What a beautiful baby. Oh, and such funny noises she’s making! How in the world is she doing that?”
"She’s…uh…she’s…er… pooping,” I replied, a little too loudly, anxiously looking at the door.
"Oh my heavens!” squealed the woman, and, covering her mouth and nose, quickly backed away.

I wish I had the nerve to talk to strangers in such a direct and open way. If something is bothering me, shouldn’t I just say it? Why does anyone need the insomnia excuse? We all know people who don’t hesitate to say exactly what they are thinking. While sometimes being around those people is intolerable, don’t you sometimes wish you could be more like them?
One time I was at the playground talking with a woman whose children had beautiful and unique names. We began to talk about how we chose our children’s names, and she told me she had considered naming her daughter Elizabeth, “but that name is just too common.”

I was taken aback by her comment and really didn’t know how to respond. Fuming on the way home in the car, I thought of a dozen witty comebacks that I’d never get a chance to use.
“Yes, that name is very common. In fact, we're naming all our kids Elizabeth. We're raising an army to stamp out rudeness.”
“Speaking of common, why is it some people have no common sense when it comes to polite conversation?”

Of course, there are other ways to tell a stranger exactly what you think. On a street near ours, there is a handmade cardboard sign tacked to a telephone pole that says, “Dunkin Donuts Cup Thrower – you are a MORON.”

I love that sign. Sometimes I drive home from the grocery store the back way just so I can take a look at it. Obviously someone was annoyed enough with the litter on their street to do something about it, and whether they meant to or not, they used a bit of humor in doing so.

Come to think of it, putting up a sign is a great idea. It gets the point across while still maintaining one’s anonymity. Next time I’m at the playground, I’m going to put up my own sign:
Lady who thought my kid’s name is too common – you are a MORON!

The Perfect Gift


Before I start this month’s column, I would like to update my readers on recent happenings at our house.

First, to all of the Project Costume readers, I want you to know that my husband Ben and I handmade two Halloween costumes this year with virtually no tears and only one argument. I used the Singer to sew a very simple Harry Potter cape for Elizabeth, which was made of only 2 pieces of felt. My mother, who is a certified home economics teacher, said that although I had chosen an easy pattern, my sewing was very well done and she thanked me for not calling her multiple times with questions. Our son Henry wanted to be Wall-E this year and my husband gets all the credit for transforming a cardboard box into Wall-E with amazing accuracy. (Please don’t tell Disney.) Both kids were thrilled with their costumes.
Second, to everyone who read Re-Elect Mom, I am happy to report that Elizabeth and Henry reelected Ben and me to the jobs of mom and dad. I was worried that they, like many other Americans, would vote for change this year, but they kept with the old guard and we couldn’t be happier. Look for our State of the Union address early next year.
Now that it’s December, I really want to give my readers the perfect holiday gift: a story that’s uplifting and funny and familiar and touching. But as anyone who has ever done any holiday shopping knows, the perfect gift is hard to find.
For example, think about shopping for your spouse. He really needs some new shirts and ties for work but he’s also been complaining that his MP3 player is slow and out of date. Both gifts will cost you a bit of money and you’re hesitant to do both. Which do you choose? Or maybe your wife loves to cook. Would a new state-of-the-art food processor be exciting to her or just a reminder that it’s her daily chore to make dinner? Or should you spoil her with a piece of jewelry she’s been admiring?
Retailers are quick to remind you that you don’t have to choose. Get them both! With holiday sales starting just after Halloween, you should be able to find any number of gifts at low prices. But you want just one. Just one perfect gift that will make him or her remember the holidays all year long.
And that’s what I wanted to give for you this month: the perfect holiday article. But the retailers who sell inspiration to writers also started their sales soon after Halloween and I bought too many ideas. I have seven typed pages of half-finished columns. I started a parody of “’Twas the Night Before Christmas” that I thought you would like. St. Nicholas turns out to be my mom coming to help me through my holiday stress! I have a list of the top 5 free or inexpensive gifts your kids didn’t even know they wanted: a cardboard box, a pile of snow, a make-believe game of Air Guitar Hero, etc. And I even wrote a letter to Santa asking for some children’s toys that I still secretly want: dress up clothes, a bicycle, and an Easy Bake Oven. But none of those ideas seemed perfect enough for you.
So the best I can do are a few almost-perfect sentences that I hope you will accept as my gift.
This December, take a moment to absorb the small details that make it such a special time of year. When you or your spouse carries the Christmas tree inside for the first time, stop and smell the cold air coming off the pine needles. When your kids have finished ripping open their gifts and sit in the living room in a daze, look into their eyes and remember what it felt like for you many years ago. If you make your favorite cookies, forget about how many calories are in them and take one and eat it slowly, savoring every morsel of butter or sugar or chocolate inside. If you hear a favorite holiday song on the radio or at church or at your kids’ school, sing along. And when the holidays are over, save some of that cheer to last the whole year.
And what perfect gift am I asking you to get me this year? Just keep reading my stories.

Re-Elect Mom!

Being a parent is a job you choose to take, but what if keeping that job depended on being re-elected by your children every four years? An election year might sound like this…

Children, I am speaking to you today to ask you to re-elect me as your mother. I have the experience that this family needs to grow and prosper for the next four years, and I know what it’s like for you, Joe Juice Box, a child of the 21st century.

I know from our conversations around the kitchen table that the state of our economy is at the forefront of your minds. That is why I am proposing a radical 300 penny bailout plan aimed at revitalizing your piggy bank. For too long, you have watched the CEO’s of your family bring home fat paychecks and live the good life. In order to restore faith in our economy, I will inject 300 pennies into each of your piggy banks. You may choose to spend them or save them; either way, I feel that this cash injection into our economy will boost economic confidence.

Healthcare is obviously a top priority in our lives. I know how hard you work at the arena and on the soccer field. As your hockey mom and your soccer mom, there’s nothing I can do to stop the pain of your flu shot or the embarrassing way Dr. Pediatrician discusses your impending adolescence. However, I do think I can help prevent future trips to the doctor. I vow to install Purell dispensers throughout the house, restock the medicine cabinet with Tylenol that’s not out of date, buy new batteries for the digital ear thermometer, and check Target for those SpongeBob band aids you’ve been asking for. In return, I ask that you tell us when your best friend comes down with the stomach bug and that you give us a brief warning before vomiting all over your sheets.

When it comes to the environment, I propose the most comprehensive climate change bill that this family has ever seen. For the past four years, we have kept the thermostat at a mere 65 degrees all day and night. This year, I propose lowering the nighttime temperature to 63 degrees and raising the daytime temperature to 70. I will also provide vouchers for a blanket and a pair of slippers for everyone in the household.

I would now like to introduce you to a man I have chosen to help me lead this family, my vice presidential selection, Dad. Dad has served this family since its inception and he has the experience and the leadership that we need. And Dad is not afraid to fight the terrorism that happens right in our front yard. On that fateful day when our house was rocked by the incessant ringing of the doorbell, it was Dad who flung the door wide and chased down the middle school boys who rang and ran. Yes, Dad has the bravery and leadership to keep this family safe from whatever neighborhood bullies lurk in our hedges.

Whether your bedroom is red or blue, Dad and I are mavericks that can bring you the change you are looking for. And Dad and I have the audacity of hope to believe that this family can be the strongest, the greatest, and the most powerful family on the face of the earth.

Project Costume


In the world of Halloween costumes, either you're in or you're out.


In this episode of America’s favorite fashioned-themed reality show, three sets of parents are challenged to come up with the best Halloween costume they can for their child. They have just 31 days to do it and a budget of only $30. Let’s meet our contestants.


Allison and Adam’s 7-year-old son Zachary loves superheroes. He’s a fan of Spiderman, Batman, and Captain America, but this year he’s told his parents that he wants to be the man of steel: Superman. With two full-time jobs between them, how will this couple find time to make their son’s Halloween dream come true?

Gina and Tom are not surprised that their 2-year-old son Ryan wants to be a firefighter this year. He has been obsessed with fire trucks for the past six months, and they’ve already got a helmet that Ryan wears for dress up.

Laura and Ben are the parents of an adorable princess-loving 4-year-old named Elizabeth who wants nothing more than to be Disney’s Sleeping Beauty. Authenticity is the key when it comes to this costume. The dress must be an exact replica of the one in the movie, right down to the color she describes as “a big dip of ruby.”

Two weeks into the competition, and Allison and Adam are spotted at Target in the costume aisle. Zachary has happily pointed out the Superman costume, which includes a one-piece outfit with enhanced muscles, a cape, a mask, and boots. The price tag says $24.99 so they throw in a plastic pumpkin for collecting treats and head to the check out.

Back at home, Gina and Tom rifle through Ryan’s closet and pull out his yellow raincoat, his dress-up firefighter helmet, and his rain boots. After they try the outfit on him, Ryan decides that he really is a firefighter and proceeds to wear the outfit all day, every day. The $30 still sits in Gina’s wallet. She’s considering rewarding herself with a bag of mini Milky Ways, which she will hide in that corner kitchen cabinet where no one ever looks.

Laura and Ben have decided that the only way they are going to give a dime to the Disney corporation would be through buying a pattern and sewing the Sleeping Beauty costume themselves. Luckily Disney has marketed their own line of patterns and if they are able to find fabric the color of “a big dip of ruby,” they can make their little girl happy.

Laura and Ben both grew up with mothers who could sew any costume they desired and with the aid of a handed-down Singer, they figure they can pull this off. Never mind the fact that the most complicated thing they’ve ever done with the sewing machine was to hem a pair of pants. But, they happily remember that they’ve signed up for unlimited long distance calling and help is really just a phone call away. The cashier informs them that the fabric, the pattern, and the notions total $26 and they head home.

It’s now a week before Halloween and Zachary has safely hidden his Superman costume in his closet. He’s worried that taking it out of the plastic package might cause it to be stained or wrinkled. Ryan is still happily pretending to be a firefighter. Laura and Ben are up until midnight every night cursing at the Singer. They’ve managed to pin the pattern to the fabric, cut out the necessary pieces, and even sew the skirt together. Now, something called the “peplum,” which seems to be a princess word for a belt, is giving them trouble. Phone calls are placed, the webcam is set up, and although they are completely frustrated, they have to admit that slowly things are beginning to come together.

The night before Halloween, Zachary carefully unsnaps the plastic bag that contains his costume and lays it out on his bed. He admires the mask and cape, wonders if the blue tights will make him look like a girl, and then decides that the chest muscles will far outweigh the bottom of the costume.

Ryan announces that he’s tired of firefighters and would actually like to be Bob the Builder for Halloween. Gina and Tom try not to panic, go back to the closet, and manage to pull out overalls, a plaid shirt, work boots, and a construction helmet from the dress-up box. Ryan happily tries on the costume and Gina sighs with relief, knowing that spending the money on the Milky Ways was a good choice.

Meanwhile, Laura has noticeably more gray hairs and Ben hasn’t slept in days. Their mothers are getting annoyed by their constant phone calls and begin to put caller id to good use. After Laura breaks down in tears on the phone with a friend, therapy is kindly suggested. But the costume is nearly finished and Elizabeth excitedly dances to the spinning and whirring of the sewing machine.

It’s Halloween, the day of the big runway show, and the children put on their costumes as their parents make last-minute adjustments. Zachary is strong and confident in his costume and Allison and Adam know that with their busy schedule, a trip to Target was the perfect idea for their family. Ryan looks adorable as Bob the Builder and Gina and Tom are glad that their dress-up box contained so many possibilities. Elizabeth twirls and curtsies in front of the mirror, proud of how much she looks like the real Sleeping Beauty.

Meanwhile, Ben is sound asleep, having finished the costume at 3:00 a.m. and Laura is furiously counting the change from the fabric store to see if there’s enough for her own bag of Milky Ways. She’s got to find something to give her enough energy to walk through the neighborhood all evening.

And here, another entertaining episode has come to an end. It just goes to show that you don’t need to be America’s next top designer to make your kids look presentable on Halloween.
Auf wiedersehen, readers, and best wishes for a happy and safe Halloween.

The Clinton Cider Mill: A Fun Experience Right Around the Corner


Seven year-old Elizabeth and her little brother Henry, age 4, consider themselves two of the luckiest children in Clinton. Their grandparents, John and Mimi Fehlner, own and operate the Clinton Cider Mill. For Elizabeth and Henry, this means a cold apple cider slush and popcorn after school, a Sunday morning on the porch eating hot donuts with friends and neighbors, proudly giving friends a behind-the-scenes tour, watching their Pop press the cider, and much more.

John and Mimi Fehlner began operating the Cider Mill in 1998, when the building was for
sale and in danger of becoming a parking lot. Since then, they have grown the business into a
thriving country market, with people traveling from all over to taste their unique and home
grown products with fresh non-pasteurized apple cider as the centerpiece.

Clinton Cider Mill cider is made from New York State apples on an 81-year old hydraulic press, which occupies much of the Cider Mill building. While technology has increased by leaps and bounds, the cider making process has remained the same since the Wentworth family began making cider in Clinton over 100 years ago. After being washed, the apples are brought up an elevator to a grinder where the whole apple is ground into pulp. The pulp is then spread on special wooden trays. Stacks of apple pulp, cloth, and racks are called a cheese. The cheese is pressed as pure apple cider flows down and is captured in the pipes below and pumped to the final strainer. The strainer removes any fine particles of apples and sends the cider to the holding tank. Cider is then pumped to the refrigerated tanks and is ready for customers.

During weekends in October, visitors are welcome to watch the cider being pressed. Adults and children alike are mesmerized by the machinery and often spend an hour or two listening to the flapping of the belts, the grinding of the apples, and the hum of the elevator. The staff is always available to answer questions. In addition to jugs of cider, a favorite treat of the Fehlner grandchildren is the cold cider slush. If you’re feeling chilled, you can also get a cup of hot cider.
Another popular item at the Cider Mill are the fresh, hot cider donuts made from the Mill’s own cider. Come at lunch time and get a cup of hot soup. The bakery also features cookies and at least ten varieties of pies, all of which are baked on-site. Special orders are taken for Thanksgiving pies. New York State apples, local maple and honey products, jams, salsas, baking mixes, apple accessories and more are also for sale.

If you are looking for a fun family activity this fall, be sure to bring everyone to the Clinton Cider Mill. If you visit on the weekend, you can purchase a cup of soup, a donut, and cup of cider and watch the cider being pressed. Join the crowd on the porch and enjoy the crisp fall air. You’re sure to see familiar faces, meet people from all across the country, and there’s a pretty good chance you’ll also see Elizabeth and Henry Fehlner.

The Clinton Cider Mill is located at 28 Elm Street in the Village of Clinton. They are open daily from Labor Day through Thanksgiving. Hours are Mon. – Sat. 10-6 and Sun. 10-5. For more information, call 853-5756.

Cider Facts
-There are about 100-125 apples in a bushel.
-One bushel makes 4 gallons of cider.
-Our fresh, sweet cider has no additives and should last about 10 days if kept cold in your
refrigerator.
-It takes almost six years to turn sweet cider into cider vinegar naturally.