Friday, September 23, 2011

Dear Bully,

a few seconds ago
Jenny Adams Pietrzykowski
  • Hi M,

    I'm not sure if you remember me from high school. I'm Jenny Adams. I was a year younger than you.
    You certainly remain in my mind from time to time.. I'm not sure if you know the affect you had on the way I spent those years in high school, or the memories I have of it now.

    I have my own child now, I'm not sure if you do as well.. but it frightens me to think that he could be bullied in school or asked/told to fight at parties, or have bullies and their friends show up at his house and fight his parents, or break into their garages/cars.

    I don't want to think of him crying in his room at night, afraid to go to school, angry with his family - for no fault of their own. Embarrassed. As a mother, I don't think I'll be able to handle that. Me one thing, him.. no, not my baby.

    You may wonder why I am writing this to you now, of all times.. I just read this article in the Journal and it made me think of how I will react now as a parent if my child is being bullied or is a bully.

    I'm hoping that the cycle of bullies stop with them. That bullies learn a lesson from their actions and don't allow their own children to act the same. I'm hoping that if bullies think about their actions as teenagers from time to time, they think of how they could have acted differently or how they will teach their children to act differently.

    Do you think that's true?

    Anyway, I'm sure I must have done something to make you mad.. I'm just glad that I was big enough to take the abuse, and walk away and know now that any problems, big or small can usually be solved with a mature conversation.. and not with threats of violence or verbal abuse.

    Hope you are well.

    Jenny Adams

Tuesday, September 20, 2011



I can't sleep. I can't stop crying. I can't believe you're almost 2.

Mommy drops you off everyday at 'school' and I convince myself that you really like going there. You really like all of your friends and you have fun. You'd just be bored with me.

But you're almost 2.

Why am I working full time. Is it worth it? I'm tired by the time I get home. I don't take you to do anything exciting on the way home. No swimming, no dance class, no music, no sports. I've got supper to cook and then I want to relax and you go to bed by 8. You don't get to see your friends during the week because it's just too busy.

Is it worth it?

I really like working. I love what I do, but I'm seeing time slip away. Is there even another option?

Pavel, don't be mad at mommy okay? I'm trying to do my best. I'll figure it out, I promise.

Guilt, please let me sleep.

I love you my little P.


Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Chatty Pabel's Love Affair with the Moon

Cool mom thing.. or not so cool mom thing - I have a pretty cool bestie. He's nearly two (Two more months until he's two!? So crazy..)

Photo Credit Tanja Croucmdiwzw3ew3rszmxl
At the grocery store:
Pavel - Mommy mommy! P for Pavel! (Pointing at a sign that reads: New Lower Prices).
I didn't believe what I heard. I asked him again what he said:
Pavel - P for Pavel!
I even tested him on any signs I could find that had the letter P. Every time he got it right. I was shocked, letter books aren't in our top rotation right now.

Last week when the hubby was out in Asia:
I pick Pavel up from the dayhome and he says
'Hi Mommy! Daddy in China.'
It wasn't very clear, so I said.. what's that hunny?

Dayhome Lady says - Oh, he's saying Daddy's in China. He's been saying it all day.

This should be a lesson to me that Pavel is listening at all times and will repeat what I am saying to people. Yes, I think I realized this before, but with sentences, he's able to get more thoughts across that actually make sense, like this:

Pavel - Mommy... boobies? (Pointing to my fully clothed chest)
Me - Yes Pavel, those are mommy's boobies
Pavel - Pabel boobies?
Me - Yes Pavel has boobies
Pavel - Jaja boobies? (Sheldon's Dad) Nana boobies? (His mom)
Me - Yup them too! Everyone has boobies!

Colours. Jaja taught Pavel his colours this summer. He knows them all! Red, orange, green, blue, purple, black, white, lellow. (that's all the colours that exist right?)
No Fear for this Big Boy

I talk a lot. Just ask the poor girl that I work with. She gets the brunt of it all, her and my husband. It shouldn't surprise me that my son would talk a lot. And he does. Non stop. From the second I pick him up, wake him up, and look in his direction. He's got something to say. Or sing.

Pavel's new favorite game is singing along to the music on the radio.

Semi Charmed Life - Do do doo, do do doo!
Black Eyed Peas - Just Can't Get Enough (His FAV) Switcha!
Spin Doctors - Two Princes - Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy badbadabdabadabababa

I honestly can't stop giggling at this guy. I love 'Mommy Dance, Pabel Dance?' Dance parties with my son are the best, especially when Daddy and Nannie join in. They don't have a choice! lol
He's got a great spinarama move right now.

Pavel picked his outfit tonight. Nice!

The Moon.

Pavel is OBSESSED with the moon. Something my mom said to him back in January. I'm not sure what it is but it stuck. He gets giddy when he sees the moon. He can point it out day or night (yes, you can see it in the day too sometimes, ask Pavel!) We have to say 'Good Night Moon' at my bedroom window at least three times before he goes to sleep and even the odd driveway kiss goodnight is warranted. 
It's pretty sweet though. Every time he points to the moon, the next thing he says after
Mommy! Mommy! MOON! 
Nannie Moon! Nannie Moon!

I think it will always be their own secret way of saying goodnight and I love you to each other, every night before bed even when they are not together. Love.
Pavel Spotting the Moon

The sweetest thing. Sweetest. We went to St. Paul with the family a few weekends ago. Our grandma Sophie wasn't feeling well (she's almost 90 but still keener than ever). When she needed help out of the car and to walk into the house, Pavel ran up and said:
'Nama, Nama, hand?' and took her hand to walk with her into the building.

Pretty proud moment for this momma.