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Splish Splash Water Park in Calverton, New York (Long Island)

Splish Splash Ride

Although I have lived on Long Island for about 6 years and have been spending summers out here ever since I started dating my husband (almost 15 years ago), this weekend was my first time at Splish Splash Water Park in Calverton, New York, and it was the kids’ first time at a water park. The kids had a blast and it was a great family fun day trip on Long Island. There are a few things we’d probably do differently next time we go so I thought I would share them with you.

We considered going to a water park on our Disney Social Media Moms trip but one of the water parks was closed and we ended up spending so much time in the other parks and at Sea World that we skipped it. So, we promised the kids we would check out Splish Splash when we were back on Long Island.

Splish Splash Ride

Parking and Tickets – Military Discount!

First thing you have to know is that you are going to be shelling out a lot of money. Read more

They Are Very Considerate

My son has decided that I need more sleep. And he is enforcing this by waking up regularly and demanding that I join him. As soon as I cuddle him, he falls fast asleep. The moment I attempt to put him down, he cries. If I finally get him to bed, he is back up within the hour.

I try to imagine it from his perspective–he spends an hour trying to get mommy to sleep: reading books with me, cuddling, nursing, singing. And then finally, just when he thinks he has me down for the night, he wakes to discover I am not there. Sneaky mommy. Just what does it take to get mommy to get her much needed sleep?

And then there is my darling daughter. Lately she has taken to asking me how much I love her. Being a bit of a sap, I told her:

I love you more than there are stars in the sky.

Tell me more, mommy.

Well, sweetie, I love you more than there are pebbles on every beach. More than there are grains of sand in all the deserts in the world…more than…

Do you love me more than this light?

Huh? Ummm…well, yes, sweetie. I do love you more than this light.

I love you more than the hamper, mommy.

Well. Ummm. That’s good to hear, little one.

More than the hot pink hamper, mommy.

Thank you, sweetie.

Need a Pick-Me-Up?

I got this from @remarkabletweet, a twitter DM that actually caught my attention. Type this into your browser, using your own first name:

http://yourfirstname.isabsolutelyremarkable.com/

And bask in your own fabulosity.

Enjoy.

You Voted for HER?

I’ve been doing some thinking about influence.

I was joking with another HAWT blogger that I’m a connector, but how do I make my zillions off of this? I always seem to connect exciting people together and they have synergy or whatever and go off and do fabulous things. For example, I connected one of my favorite college professors with my Iraq veteran husband and now he’s been a guest speaker at the professor’s classes twice.

I’m a node, but I’m rarely at the center.

Then, I started to think about success. I see a lot of Internet classes advertised by bloggers I respect and I wonder–do people who take these classes really achieve success? And if a few do, how likely are they to have done so anyway? Is it the knowledge conveyed in this class or is it the attitude of the person who uses the knowledge?

This is no disparagement on the quality of those classes. I just suspect that the people teaching these classes on how to become just like them did not need a class to become themselves.

And then I thought about a person who I think is just wonderful. Sweet, smart, helpful, confident, fun, etc., etc. I voted for her for the Hot Blogger Calendar (and yes, she’s in it).

Why did I vote for her?

  1. She Asked Me To: For starters, she asked me to vote for her. So did several others I know through blogging. But since some of the nominees asked me, I was almost certainly going to vote for one of them.
  2. She Deserves It: The Hot Blogger Calendar is interesting because it leaves it to the voter to define “hot.” That could mean talented, popular, sexy, or something else. In this particular case, the blogger is attractive, talented, and is increasingly making ripples throughout the blogosphere.
  3. She Had a Shot: People love to be on the winning team, don’t they?
  4. She Wasn’t a Sure Thing: Although a lot of people know her, she isn’t huge. Not yet. Even better than a winner is an underdog who wins.
  5. She Plants Seeds: This blogger always helps out others, though it is not in a calculating way. She is genuinely kind and the karma comes back to her.
  6. She Wanted It: I knew she would do it if chosen. And she showed her eagerness for this”honor” with a humorous stunt that was daring but still classy.

I think this last one is especially important. All the others who asked me probably fit the first five criteria, but this blogger just seemed to want it more than the others.

There are some people who draw success around them and they do it by “dressing” the part–by which I mean that they give off a winner’s aura. More importantly, they make you feel like you are part of their success and it is just so much fun to be along for the ride.

So, if you voted, how did you make up your mind? What makes a winner in your book?

Toddlerism: Princess Obvious

Toddler: (climbing off her toddler bed; whump; falls on floor; cries a little)

Me: Are you okay, sweetie? What did you hit?

Toddler: The floor!

Ba-dum-cha!

In other baby news, Junior started his swim “lessons.” They offer free lessons from two to six months’ so he goes in the pool when his sister has her lesson. It is so funny to watch them together. Who would have thought that the same parents and the same parenting could produce two such different children?

Junior just chills. Someone is holding me and it is not mommy? Oh, well…she seems nice. She’s lifting me up? Nice view. Now I’m under water? No problem.

He’s now three months’ and 18 POUNDS. Not sure how tall, but really tall. I’ll find out in a couple of weeks. Pictures coming soon.

Is the Animal Circus Cruel?


In October, we went as a family to the circus. I always loved the circus as a child and I was delighted to see it was every bit as magical as I remembered it.

When the lights came on and the elephant parade made its entrance, my toddler was rapt, I nearly cried with joy, and my newborn–well, he fell asleep…but everyone else was really, really excited.

As we were leaving, however, I noticed a protest of the use of animals in the show.

When I got home, I did some research, and all the available information seems so biased, I just can’t make up my mind! I’d love to make the circus a family tradition, but I also don’t want to support animal cruelty.

I am an animal lover, and I also happen to be a vegetarian (though I have no issue with others eating meat), but I do not think that captivity is prima facie cruelty. So, if anyone has some relatively objective and recent information about the lives of these animals in the major circuses (good or bad), I would really love to hear more.

Chubby Jokes

While most of us prefer to lose, rather than gain weight, chubby is good for a newborn–allowing one of the few acceptable opportunities for otherwise un-p.c. jokes.

Junior’s large size (10 lbs, 4 oz at birth) has prompted a number of zingers. The best one, so far, comes from one of DH’s co-workers.

How big was he at birth again? And how big was the baby he ate?

Hahaha.

Got your own chubby baby joke?

Or do you want to hazard a guess about how big he’ll be at his two month appointment on 10/30? Here are some clues: He weighed in at 13 lbs, 10 oz and measured 24.25 inches at his one month appointment. And here are pictures of him from a week ago on 10/23 (I’ll even include one with me and with an infant car seat for reference).

I’ll post his weight early next week…



Virgo it is then…

Theoretically, I could go into labor right now and the baby could theoretically be born in under eight hours. But right now, it looks like Junior is going to be a Virgo.

Diva the Kid is a Leo, as are my granny and mother in law. I generally do well with Leos.

Here’s what BabyCenter’s Horoscope thinks of the Libra and Virgo match-up:

Libra Parent (Me) & Virgo Child

One of your primary concerns in life is harmony in your relationships, but your Virgo child is more interested in attaining perfection. Not nearly as gregarious and people-oriented as you are, he’s most comfortable when surrounded by quiet, order, and routine, so it’s best to establish a daily schedule for his meals and bedtime. This could be difficult for you, since you aren’t as practical as your little Virgo. Efficiency matters less to you than friendliness and positive feelings.

Still, your love of peace and your little Virgo’s need for order can dovetail nicely. Your child appreciates that you keep a pleasant, comfortable home. You, in turn, like the way he keeps his toys organized and, as he gets older, how he completes his chores in a timely manner. It should be easy for you and your child to get along and create a cozy home together.

Everyone Deserves A Breath of Fresh Air

The Fresh Air Fund has provided free summer vacations to New York City children from disadvantaged communities since 1877. Many of these kids would otherwise not have a chance to play in open spaces, enjoy nature, or even just relax on the grass under a shady tree. The kind of experiences that should be a part of childhood.

As a child, I used to visit my Grandfather at the hotel where he worked in the Catskills. I can remember how much more carefree the summers seemed, even to this suburbanite. For the Fresh Air Fund children who grow up in concrete hi-rises, this change of pace and environment can be even more important.

Imagine a childhood summer without blades of grass tickling your toes, catching fireflies, or splashing in the water.

There are a lot of ways you can help these kids get out of the city for a little while and experience more of their world.

One of the biggest ways a family can help is to host a child. Unless all prospective host families are screened and vetted in time many children may miss out on this invaluable experience. Families who want to extend an invitation to a 9-12 year old are especially in need. If you are interested, please contact Angie (angie@freshair.org or 1-800-367-0003; 212.897.8900).

If you cannot host, you can help with a donation to The Fresh Air Fund.

Please spread the word this and every summer!

Toddler Empathy

We had a fabulous day today.

First we went to a “Soccer Tots” demo. We’ve been joking all week about what a 1-3 year old soccer clinic looks like. We imaged half the kids sitting on the floor, a quarter of the kids crying, and a quarter accidentally kicking each other.

Soccer Tots

Despite my high expectations for humor value and low expectations for organization, the class was actually quite fun for the kids involved.

Baby LOVES kicking the ball around so I was hoping it would be a big hit. She’s been getting better and better at being around new people and today she participated like a champ. A little boy her age wanted to share with her which is just about the cutest thing, but Baby isn’t quite at that stage yet. I was very proud, though, that she managed to throw the ball as well as kick it in the right direction. Here’s another picture…faces blurred to protect the cute little people who aren’t related to me.

Go, Soccer Tots!

After her nap, we ventured out again to check out our local libraries. We have a choice of two and as a Libra I am incapable of reaching a quick decision.

At the library was the calmest, sweetest dog and Baby actually got close enough to touch the dog (though she stopped short of an actual petting)! This is huge for us. Usually she doesn’t even want to be in the same room as a dog, although she is fascinated by plush dogs and dogs in books. All the way home she kept telling me, “Mama, Woof Woof!”

Just for fun, here’s another pic of my cutie:

Baby in a Hat

Finally, at bedtime tonight, my daughter gave me a glimpse of the caring young woman I hope she will become. We were reading Babar, one of her new favorites, and when we got to the part where Babar cries because he misses his mother (who was shot by the hunter), tears started streaming down my little girl’s face. She pointed to me and said, “Mama!” I hugged her and told her that I was fine and mumbled something about trying my best to avoid getting shot by a hunter.

Then I reminded her that the story had a happy ending and asked her if I should keep reading. I made sure to keep my tone upbeat through the rest of the story as we followed Babar’s homecoming, wedding, and coronation. Her smile grew as we continued the reading and then she burst out in applause as Babar and Celeste rode away in their beautiful balloon.

The End.