Where's Puppy?

If we have puppy, we have everything.

Papou on: Vol. 7

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Papou on papal elections and Coke vs. Pepsi…
“Pope Seccola, that’s who I’m voting for , it will just be endless laughs…”

Papou on abs and flattery
“You look like the abdominal snow man in that.”

Papou on post surgery attire, which will not include pajamas…
“They have the gowns…I wanna hang my ass out after I get my hip done.”

Papou on just say no…
“Too bad Layla’s last name wasn’t Darden, then her initials would be L.S.D.”

Papou on phone calls with granddaughters…
Me: Layla say hi to Papou…
Layla: Waves at phone cutely.
Me: Dad say hi to Layla…
Papou: “Hi Layla, what are you doing, you little ingrate”

Down Under Dictionary: Slippery Dip

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Translation:
Slide

I suppose we call a slide a slide cause well, you sliiiide down it…wheeeeeeeeee! A slippery dip does sound intriguing though, it conjurs up images of bathing beauties from a bygone generation. People who sunbaked without a care before the era of slip, slop, slap. Ladies or gents slathered in coconutty oil, working on their tans in a state of dangerous slickness.  Oiled to oblivion, a swim in the pool is not simply taking a dip, but a slippery dip.

Papou on Vol. 6

Wheres Puppy: Papou on Vol. 6

Papou on modesty…
“Jen, you know I love talking about myself and being mistaken for movie stars…”

Papou on Dickens…
“Layla you’re always stealing all my stuff you little Fagin!”

Papou on vocabulary lessons…
“This is a donkey also known as a Jack ass”

Papou on sharing an electric toothbrush with your partner…
“She’s going to have hoof and mouth disease…”

Papou on Vacuuming…
Take no prisoners

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Somewhere over the Rainbow

Where's Puppy? Somewhere Over the Rainbow

It’s been a while, a good long while. So long infact that our little family had time to go all the way to the other side of the globe and back. I stopped writing sometime in December, not for lack of inspiration, but for lack of motivation, the wintery darkness and melancholy of the holiday season hit me like a ton of bricks and knocked the wind right out of my sails. The little seeds of posts are plenty and I have promised myself that I won’t leave them hanging forever. But first things first, a few words and pictures on our trip to Australia.

For me this trip to Australia meant a lot, a vacation, an escape, a battle between two great countries for my ultimate affection, but above all else it meant a chance for Layla to spend time with her big Australian family, 7 cousins, 2 aunts 2 uncles, 1 Nanny and 1 Poppy. Mick’s family is fortunate enough to have a coast house in one of the most beautiful spots I have ever seen, a little dot on the south coast of New South Wales called Mossy Point. The house overlooks the ocean and happens to just enough bedrooms for all of us to sleep there comfortably (as long as we don’t add too many more kids to the group). If Mick coming into my life was the best twist of fate, the fact that mossy point came with him sweetened the deal even more.

We came from the far corners of the globe (well mostly the far corners of NSW and QLD) to meet down the coast, our family from Connecticut, Michael’s brother, his wife and 3 kids from Young, New South Wales to the west and Mick’s sister her husband and 4 kids (2 of which we had never met before) came from Brisbane in Queensland to the North. It was a homecoming of sorts for everyone, the three of them spent the summers of their youth in this place and now our children were discovering the joys of the seaside and holiday’s spent with a big crazy group of people you call family. The best part about being lucky enough to have a house that can hold all of us at once is that  we were truly able to spend our time there just going about our daily lives together. No plans, no schedules, just the ebb and flow of coastal living.

Lazy mornings lounging with vegemite on toast
Towels over shoulders a walk to the beach.

 A surf in the sea.

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 A dip in the creek.

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 Spinning…

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Splashing…

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Sand castles and seashell hunts.

Walking the steep and narrow path back up to the house, rinsing off, having a bite to eat, a little lounge, a laugh, a snack, a drink. catching up on the goss with your sisters in law and in heart.

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The littlest ones have been replaced by even littler ones
What great child minders they made, attentive and caring, an instant connection.

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Admiring your husband in all his roles, brother, uncle, dad.

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The salt in the air…

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your hair…

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on your skin…

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the sun, the surf…

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easy breezy dresses and free and happy toes

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The look of a coast house filled with 8 small ones…

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 not best friends, best cousins as one of them corrected me.

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 towels strewn all over the lawn, blown off their railings by the sea breeze

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swimmers and sandals and seven kids packed into a shower stall together by choice

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a slumber party every night.

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 Sunsets to the constant drone of waves crashing against the headland

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and sunrises waking us to that same drone.
The most peaceful noise I’ve ever known.

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This is the stuff memories are made of.
Memories are made of this.

Papou on Vol. 5

Where's Puppy? Papou On

Papou on technology… 

“Phones are crazy now adays with the Motion Pictures”
You were born in 1948 not 1928 right? I think you called them movies…

Papou on his firm belief in mid meal wipe downs for Layla...

“You can’t just have free range of Shitsville!”

Papou on cotton balls….

“What’s wrong with these marshmallows???”

Papou on Lunch…

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“Go ahead and have some…”
Thanks dad but I think you can manage to finish it on your own.

Papou on this guy…

Papou on Vol. 5: Papou on this guy...
“Look at Bernie!”

Don’t know if it’s Bert or Ernie? That’s ok just combine the names, maybe no one will notice.

Name 5 things: Layla does to remind me my house is unkempt

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1. She finds ‘snacks’ to share with me just about anywhere we happen to land in the house, the kitchen floor, the couch cushions that space between the chair and ottoman, goldfish in nooks, Cheerios in crannies, you get the picture. She sweetly picks up the ‘snack’ and hands it to me nodding her head yes, as if to say ‘Go on, you have it’.  Why thank you sweetheart.

2. She pulls wipes from the box on her changing table and starts to wipe down surfaces, her dresser, the bedroom door, floors and walls.

3. She tries to give puppy a ‘bath’ any chance she gets, be it in the actual bath tub or even better, the toilet. She may be out smarting me here, perhaps Layla knows that dunking puppy in the toilet is just the motivation Mommy needs to toss him in the washing machine for a proper cleaning.

4. She cried at the sound of the vacuum, this is a child that is not scared by things. The only answer to the question of why this sound made her cry, is simply because she probably hasn’t heard it but once or twice in her life. Her crying was made worse when I couldn’t find the on/off button for the darn machine, why couldn’t I find the button? Because it was my first time using the thing. Previously Mick was the master of the Dyson (while I manned the windex) but due to his increased hours at work it’s only fair for me to try my hand at using it, Layla’s tears were a sad reminder of my lack of vacuuming.

5. In an effort to teach Layla what things are ‘yucky’ and not to be touched Grandma used a sound sort of like ‘yick’ and sort of like ‘blegh’ kind of like ‘yechhhh’ a flemmy sounding sound. A sound which Layla has gone from just understanding to utilizing. She can be found ‘yech-ing’ at the stench wafting from the diaper pail or the splatter of last nights dinner on the garbage can. She ‘yechs’ at the toilet and in reaction to rather large dust bunnies that cross her path.

Bonus Thing:  Her favorite bath time game is handing me or Michael strands of my hair, one by one from the bathtub, sometimes in conjunction with the ‘yech’ sound.

Needless to say my darling girl gets her cleanliness from her father. Can someone tell Santa that all I want for Christmas is a roomba and a toddler sized swiffer? Thanks.

Layla’s Closet

Where's Puppy: Layla's Closet

This may not come as a shock to some of you but, I like finding excuses to shop, and my daughter has been one of the greatest excuses to ever come my way. Shopping for myself is a bit less fun now adays due to lack of dressing up and all that tummy to love. But shopping for and dressing Layla is great fun. Since it is Thanksgiving I have to give thanks to Papou without whom, only a very small portion of her wardrobe would be possible, quite possibly she would be dressed only in vintage finds. Also let me clear one thing up despite the glamourous title of this post we are not going on a cruise. I just like the idea of a ‘Cruise wear collection’
we are however going to that spot on the map below.

Where's Puppy: Layla's Closet

Map illustration by Alison Lester from her book “Are we there yet?”

We are headed to Australia!
Off to Mick’s homeland, my second home, the place where half of Layla’s roots lie.
First stop Sydney and then a good old fashioned road trip, 4 hours down the south coast to a little spot called Mossy Point.
It doesn’t just sound lovely. It is lovely. Waves crashing, sun shining, toes in sand, lovely.

When we hop our flight on January 1st summer will have arrived in the southern hemisphere and since summer here has come and gone and Layla has grown and grown right out of her American warm weather clothes, it was time to scrounge around the shops for the leftovers of last season. I was on the look out for bargains and for items that could be mixed and matched many different ways to keep Layla’s wardrobe fresh for the entire 3 weeks of our trip. She will be meeting some friends for the first time, and seeing cousins and relatives for the first time since she was 2 months old.
So even if her jet lag leaves people with a bad impression, hopefully her clothing will not.
You will see below the items I purchased new as well as some previously acquired items.
Then you will see them all mixed and matched together to create a fun vacation/holiday (you say tomato, I say tomato) wardrobe.

Where's Puppy Layla's Closet

Purchased at Carter’s: New

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Op purchased at Walmart: Gift from Grandma – Old

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White Sandals: See Kai Run – Purchased from Diapers.com
Silver sparkle slip ons: Tom’s – Purchased at Shoes and More, Westport Conn.

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Pale pink ruffle suit: Purchased at Carter’s – New
Pink and green Lilly Pulitzer Suit: Gift from Auntie Fun – Old

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Purchased at Carter’s: New

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Purchased at Carter’s in a set with tunics: New

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Purchased at Carter’s: New

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Purchased in a set of 3 at Carter’s: New

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Patterned Butterfly hat: Purchased at The Children’s Place – Old
White Bow Hat: Gift from grandma – Old
Purple Hat reversible to white: Purchased at Polarn O. Pyret – Old

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Black Jackie O’s: Janie and Jack – Gift from Auntie Fun
Wayfarers: The Children’s Place – Old
The Elton’s: The Children’s Place – Old

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Purchased at Carter’s – New

Where's Puppy Layla's Closet

Purchased at Carter’s: New

I spent about $150 on the new clothing, hopefully some of it will last till Spring or Summer in the U.S.A.
If not it can remain in Australia with Mick’s sister and her new baby Pippa for their summer next year when she will be big enough to fit into them. Either way they should get good use.

Where's Puppy Layla's Closet
A tunic can become a beach cover up

Where's Puppy Layla's Closet

Where's Puppy Layla's Closet

Slip, slop, slap is the Australian way, a country of people striving to be sun smart.
All good Aussie children know to put their sun hats on when they go outside, it starts from a very young age.
So Layla will learn to Slip on a shirt, slop on some sunscreen and slap on a hat.

Where's Puppy Layla's Closet

Florals can mix with checks.
Shorts with tunics
and leggings with a hoodie for cooler nights.
Rotate sunnies, hats and shoes to change the look.

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There are about a million combinations of t shirts and shorts, I tried to capture most of them.
The key to stretching the vacation wardrobe is keeping everything in complimentary tones and colors right down to the accessories, that way anything you pull out of your luggage is pretty much a go.
I hope to employ some of these same techniques when packing my suitcase, here’s to it making it on the plane with less then ten pairs of shoes and minus an ‘overweight’ sticker.

Where's Puppy Layla's Closet

Papou on Vol. 4

Where's Puppy? Papou On

Papou on Layla’s Communication Skills…

“Your like Mister Ed the talking horse” She nods a lot…

Papou on election results…

“I’m like the old Italians…the communists are in, the socialists are in, it don’t make-a no difference to me, I still sell-a the pizza…I’m still selling fish”

Papou on Layla’s passport application…

“What’s the use, she’s probably on the no fly list”

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Papou on Layla’s passport photo…

“She looks like Al Capone’s daughter”

Papou on caring for a child with a fever…

“Let’s see if we can get her to drink a lot of water…I’ll tilt your head back and pour it down your throat…I’ll waterboard you…I’ll send  you to Gitmo!” He just kept going…

Papou on Layla pretending a raisin box is a phone…

“It’s her spy phone”

Where's Puppy? Papou on Vol. 4


A Look Back: 11.07.09

Where's Puppy? A look Back: 11.7.09

In honor of our anniversary, a little look back at a day that I truly cherish with all my heart. 2009 was a rough year, while it brought the beginning of new adventures in a foreign land for me, it also brought the end of my sister’s life. Marrying Michael was the highest peak to the ultimate valley of my life, the full range of human emotion all squished into one little year. I didn’t know how I was going to survive, let alone become who I was before, but I knew part of it was having Mick by my side forever and ever…amen.  It was so special to be married with just a handful of guests to witness and celebrate with us. It felt like our little secret. We didn’t need to put into words or explain to anyone, not even each other what this day meant to us. We felt the truth of what it meant deep in our hearts. With the exchange of rings came a fresh start, the chance for a good and happy life together, and no more oceans keeping us apart. It was a beautiful spring day spent along the harbour with good friends and good bubbly. I can still remember waking up that day and feeling like it was christmas morning. I cultivated a look for our wedding day that I loved, with new and old items coming together for a registry office bride in Sydney.

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Clockwise from top right:
Knee length Ivory dress with beaded belt detail
Something old and blue my mom’s engagement ring of gold and aquamarine
Diamond pave and platinum earrings, an 18th birthday gift from my father.
My engagement ring and wedding band

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Clockwise from top right:
Grey patent leather peep toe shoes from J Crew
Feather, flower and pearl hair comb from David’s Bridal
White Satin clutch with Rhinestone Clasp and Muted grey and cream leopard cardigan from J Crew
Bouquet of white flowers with hints of green and pink

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White gold and diamond cross on long delicate chain
I gave it to my sister for christmas and then inherited it, I cherish it.

Where's Puppy? A look Back: 11.7.09

Photo Credit: Nicholas Laycock

“How wonderful life is while you’re in the world…” – Elton John

Where's Puppy? A look Back: 11.7.09

Photo Credit: Myles Czinner

Him…

Where's Puppy? A look Back: 11.7.09

Photo Credit: Myles Czinner

Me…

Where's Puppy? A Look Back: 11.7.09

Photo Credit: Nicholas Laycock

We….

“Life is a game and true love is a trophy” – Rufus Wainwright

Taking the Throne

It finally happened, I am a real mom now. There are two things that make you a real mom and neither one of them have anything to do with actually birthing a child. One being that you can locate something that at least 2 – 3 other people have previously looked for and were unable to find. The other being that it is now illegal for you to use the bathroom in peace, alarm bells must go off the minute you set foot in there. It doesn’t matter that your family wanted nothing to do with you five minutes earlier when you were asking them for a kiss and cuddle, as soon as the bathroom door shuts and your pants are around your ankles they need you…and now! This poses a particular problem in my tiny bathroom, in my tiny house, where the toilet is no more than 6 inches from the bathroom door and the bathroom door is conveniently located directly between the two bedrooms and right off the kitchen and the living room. There is no sneaking off to the depths of a master suite, and considering I can still hear the TV show that Mick is watching and Layla tinkering away on her toy piano, there is certainly no pretending that I can’t hear their crys of ‘ma, ma, ma!’ and ‘Jen??’ resepctively. It’s even harder to ignore the pounding of tiny fists on the door and harder still to pretend I don’t notice the bathroom door opening directly into my knees courtesy of my loving husband, just so he can see what I’m doing…isn’t the answer obvious?  The idea of holding onto one small shred of dignity is clearly lost on him.

But I should wear my badge of ‘Real Mom’ proudly knowing that many a mom came before me and many will follow. As I sit there on the pot, I can’t help but chuckle at the whole situation, I am reminded of my own mom and my sister and I putting her through the same form of torture.  As soon as she slipped away we sensed it, we would graciously give her a head start by about a minute, then trek into her bedroom and straight to the bathroom door. We would crack the door open and upon seeing her on the toilet, instead apologizing for the intrusion and closing the door to give her privacy, we took it as a welcome sign to walk in and start interviewing her, ‘When’s lunch? What are we having? Who is on the cover of that magazine you are reading? Why are your underwear pink? How does a toilet flush?’ she was a captive audience. I never thought anything of bothering my mom in the shower or on the toilet, I thought I had full access to her 24/7 with no exceptions. Sure she had a semi-bewildered look on her face, but she never locked us out, she was selfless, patient and available, the definition of a mother really. Now that I have experienced all this myself I know how wonderful the solitude of a hot shower or a little toilet time can be and I also know what that look was, that was the look of a woman who couldn’t even relieve herself in private anymore, she had given everything for us and now she had to give up her god given right to take a crap in peace.

Mick tells me a story of his younger self lurking outside his mother’s bathroom door. He heard what he thought was a familiar rustling sound, to him the unmistakable noise of candy being unwrapped, he pounded on the door ‘I want lollies, I want lollies!’ Think again young Mick, it’s only your poor mum trying to unwrap one feminine product or another in peace, but peace was not in the cards, being accused by your child of sneaking into the bathroom to eat candy was….sad…sad…sad. But alas we are moms, mommly moms and we will just have to look forward to the private bathroom sessions that await us in our twilight, and until then we shall hold our heads high as we do our business to a symphony of crys, and questions and knocks. I bet we can even direct someone to a hidden bag of chips in the pantry from our throne, cause we are that good.

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