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I’m gonna make you fall in love with Brett Dennen

8 Dec

if it’s the last thing I do. No, really. He’s so awesome.

And I can safely say he is my second favorite enormously tall, bespectacled redhead.

I just discovered this version of one of my favorite songs–one that we perform in my band–so I thought I’d share the love.

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“…’cause it will not last forever.”

13 Jun

Tonight, my daughter and I did our normal bedtime routine.

I told her two stories (one about today’s camp show, and one about a big dolls from Frozen);

We sang through our repertoire of songs, but this time she insisted upon trading off with each word,

sometimes each syllable,

making

“Yan”-“Kee”-“Doo”-Dle” and the rest of our lineup feel extremely long.

(By the way, I have no idea that song make it into the ritual for my David Bowie and Brett Dennen loving daughter; that was a total husband move. And he doesn’t even know the real words. He ends it with “Yankee Doodle went to town, ’cause he’s a Yankee Doodle Dandy.”)

Anyway,

tonight, we did things as we always do, until it was time for the last portion of our bedtime routine: the snuggling.

We snuggled under the covers a bit, and then, somehow, we ended up with both of our heads under her pillow, faces touching in the dark.

And then I moved back just enough so that I could see her face, and we kept opening and closing our eyes at one another,

making the other laugh,

and the song that popped into my head was Billy Joel’s “This is the Time”. Weird, I know, right?

Possibly even weirder than Yankee Doodle.

(By the way, I remember being in second grade and watching the video montage for the 5th grade musical, “Clowns”, in which my husband played the role of “Roger” {He would not forgive me if I did not include that} and I used to get all choked up watching those big kids waving at the camera, knowing that there was something momentous happening. That time was changing, that life was changing, that the world around them would soon be different, and they would be saying goodbye to what they knew, as they headed off to an unknown future.)

So tonight, as we cuddled under that pillow, I thought about the words to that song.

This is the time to remember
Cause it will not last forever
These are the days
To hold on to
Cause we won’t
Although we’ll want to

They say that in parenting the days are long and the years are short;

They say that life goes by in a blink;

Tonight, I lived up to my daily intention, in that I cherished every moment,

every second with my daughter

under the pillow

in the dark.

This is the time to remember, cause it will not last forever.

These are the days to hold on to.

I am doing the very

very

best

that I can.

Yes.

30 Apr

Today was another full day of soaking rain.

After I picked up my daughter at 1 we kept busy

drawing in the sunroom, building with Magnetic tiles from loving “aunts

and making a run to the drive-through for some donuts;

Vanilla with rainbow sprinkles.

But as four o’clock set in, and the rain continued to pelt mercilessly on our roof and at our windows,

I decided to capitalize on some time while both kids were playing and occupied to unload the dishwasher.

Halfway through my task, my daughter came racing into the kitchen.

“Mommy? Can we have a dance party? To my favorite, Brett Dennen?”

(She really said it like that.)

My dear girl,

the answer to that question was,

and will always be,

Yes.

And it looked a little something like this

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photo 3-1photo 4-1And man, did it feel good.

With my two hands.

21 Apr

Today was an unusual day.

I got a call from my husband when he went to drop our daughter at school and  he told me that school was closed for Passover.

I raced to the car and met them, and picked up my daughter and he went off to work. He was a bit annoyed. Not at me, just at the situation.

So I had to cancel a call I had planned to help a friend with a business proposal,

and headed off, with both kids to my favorite store. We had to make three trips to the kid’s section to make sure that there were not, in fact, any good dress up dresses, but we did OK.

And then we went grocery shopping. I got everything on my list.

I fed my kids; for my daughter, it was the lunch I had packed for her school day, and I watched her eat the entire thing, which is a feat in itself.

I gave the baby pieces of my fresh mango. He loved it.

While my sister ran the Boston marathon (in 3:17:13!!!), I strolled both kids in the double wide to the pharmacy to pick  up photos that I’d had developed and made a return.

I took the long way home, stopping to take care of my parents’ dogs.

I walked in the sunshine and blasted Brett Dennen and my daughter heard the first measure of “Comeback Kid” and was like

“Mommy! Brett Dennen” and I swelled. And I sang along. I sang out loud.

And during my walk my family was all texting in a big chain about my sister’s marathon performance and everyone was so excited.

And then we came home and played and I fed my son some more as my daughter kept herself busy upstairs.

She used her stool to find a pair of shorts in a high drawer and changed into a new outfit.

And when I came upstairs I told her I was proud of her.

“Mommy,” she said. “You make me feel whole.”

I write all this because my daughter reminded me of something that a friend, who is going through her own tough time, told me recently:

She wrote a beautiful metaphor to me about holding things in two hands. She can hold her pain in one hand, but still be excited for her friends’ joys and mourn their sorrows in the other. It isn’t all or nothing.

So today, I had these really nice moments. I celebrated my sister.  I felt grateful for my kids.

And I still felt pain.

But I was able to keep it in one hand. I was able to get stuff done, and I was even able to enjoy things and feel proud of myself.

My struggles are still acute; I don’t know if they are still categorized as Postpartum, or if I am just now dealing with issues of anxiety, but I know that it is a daily battle.

However, today, I flexed the muscles in my other hand more than I have in a very long time.

And it may not be a marathon,

but I feel strong.

Here comes the comeback kid…

7 Apr

Today, in the words of  my  most favorite, Brett Dennen, I felt as if “I’d never been laid so low”.

That may be a bit hyperbolic, but I was definitely feeling low; I got an unexpected putdown that kind of knocked the wind out of me.

And it’s been hard.

But I had to keep on living, and doing and fighting and being there for my family.

So just now, I was cleaning up the playroom, which was an absolute disaster after we had a Friday night late-night-neighborhood play-date, and I was putting away a bunch of Barbies into their special container when I spotted this:

photo-22A feather, in a place it just wasn’t supposed to be.

And that, and some loving and supportive words from family and friends have made me feel like I can come back.

So, Here comes the comeback

the kid is back

 back on track.

Everybody body loves a comeback.

Grateful.

5 Mar

This morning my heart is overflowing. I don’t know how to begin.

Last night, my husband and I hosted a political fundraiser for a friend who is running for State Representative in the area.

It was our first time hosting such an event, and it was incredibly special.

It was also the debut of…wait for it…my new band. I have the privilege of singing in a band with two incredibly at talented musicians, one on either side of me. They have given me something so happy in a time in my life when happiness was sometimes hard to find.

We performed our first ever gig. And I’d say we did a pretty good job. After our set, my dad pulled me aside and said, “Look at where you were two months ago. Look at how far you have come.”

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This morning, as I clean up the discarded party hats and noisemakers, I can’t contain my feelings of gratitude. This past week has been overwhelming, to say the least. Thank you to each and every one of you for reaching out to me, for reading my story, for taking the time out of your day to empathize with me, and for those of you who reached out to me, each message so filled with love. I am so very grateful.

photo (95)A very special friend came last night to hear me sing. We call each other soul sisters. And she brought me tulips. She is a beautiful gardener.

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“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”

-Marcel Proust


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I look at these tulips and think of new life. I think of where I’ve been and where I hope to go. I think of the start of spring. I think of sunnier days ahead. I think that my soul will continue to blossom and I think of the gratitude I have for the love I have found.

I think of the signed Brett Dennen Album hanging in my hallway, and the inscription inside: “This album is dedicated to those who might have lost their way but found it again from within.”
I am starting to find my way.

With love, gratitude and tomorrows,

B

 

“Whenever you feel unhappy…”

25 Feb

Yesterday was a pretty heavy day around these parts.

And so today, I’m taking time to exhale and spend time with my guy, Brett Dennen.

Because sometimes, you just have to dance it out.

So that’s what I implore you to do. Just dance it out. To my man Brett, and my favorite song, “Sydney (I’ll Come Running)”. Dance around your kitchen; dance as you cook breakfast or pack lunch; dance behind your steering wheel on your way into the office. Trust me. Just dance.

Much love,

Becca and Sydney

Amazing things.

4 Jan

Lately, it feels as if my daughter is doing new, amazing things every day. Every hour.

Whether it is a new word or expression,

a new number she is able to count to,

a new connection she’s made or memory she has conjured and expressed,

I am finding myself constantly in awe of her and the speed at which she is learning and growing.

And changing.

I have been trying to think of a way to share some of her most recent “moments o’ wonder”, but it would be a really, really long post.

And as much as you love my kid, I don’t think you have two hours to spare, reading about her newest dance move, involving a funny, back-and-forth head bob and right foot stomp.

So, while I have about 80 grillion cutie cutes to share with you, I will instead share with you the most amazing thing that she did…

in the last five minutes.

Let me set the scene:

My little girl has gotten really into music. She loves everything from folk to alternative to Motown and R&B, and so family dance parties have become a part of our daily routine. They are pretty epic. And her new favorite thing is to dance around while holding our “henties”, the Yiddish word for “hands” that we use in our family.

She loves to twist to Brett Dennen holding my henties.

She loves to slow dance to Al Green with her daddy, holding his henties.

She especially loves to rock out to Cee Lo holding Lola’s henties.

We all hold henties, we dance like maniacs until we can’t breathe,

and then we dance a little more.

And so, five minutes ago, as I read my baby her pre-nap bedtime story,

That’s Not My Snowman,

she came to the page where the Snowman held up his hands, covered in mittens that were too fuzzy.

And she put her palms on each of his hands and said,

“Snowman? Henties!” and began to dance with the snowman in the book.

And I keeled over with cuteness overload.

So yeah, my daughter, dancing with the snowman in her book….most amazing moment of the last five minutes.

And, just because you asked

(or, you know, you would if you could…)

I will also be a dear and give you the second most amazing moment of the last five minutes.

This:


Baby is back….baby!

2 Dec

Why, hello there! Yes! It’s me! I’m back! Remember me? I first wrote to you one, whole long year ago. Yes, it’s me! I’m back! HEELLLOOO!

So let me just begin by getting a few important things out of the way:

One, I am no longer a baby. I am a big girl. See how much more eloquently I can express myself now? See? Told-jya-so. I am a week shy of 20 months old. That makes me big. How big am I? Sooooo big!

Second, thanks so much for sticking around! When I first introduced myself last Thanksgiving, back when I was ever so small, immobile and hairless, I never could have dreamed that you’d hang around here, checking in on me, for all this time. Well, I’m just tickled. Thank you, thank you!

Now that we are all on the same page here, let’s talk turkey. Literally.

Since my last note occurred as a Thanksgiving recap, I figured that it would only be appropriate to do the same this year. So, here goes:

Thanksgiving this year was so wonderful. I was the belle of the ball (if I do say so myself).

What I wore:

Purple Tunic dress, Janie and Jack

Argyle tights, Janie and Jack

Knit cardigan, handmade for me by my Great-Aunt

Sparkly shoes, I don’t remember where they are from, but probably from a fairy, because they’re extra sparkly.

Because it was a holiday, I broke from my usual flashy, tie-dye, pink and glittery style of dress, and opted, instead, for a more conservative, polished look. With my glasses, daddy said I looked “Librarian chic”. I don’t know what that means, but it probably means I was the cutest girl ever. 

While many things about this Thanksgiving were the same as last year (my whole family, gathered around the fire, gathered around me), I was like a whole new gal. For one thing, whereas last year I was just learning to sit up on my own, and my biggest trick was giving kisses to my toys, I now am a bona fide member of the family; I walk, I talk, I joke, I laugh, I smile, I sing…like I said, life of the party, I am.

In fact, speaking of singing, music has become one of my very favorite things. I love to listen to music, to drum along with my favorite tunes, to sing the many songs I’ve memorized and, of course, to dance. I can’t get enough of my music. Right now, my favorite songs are Oasis’ “Wonderwall”, Brett Dennen’s “Sydney (I’ll Come Running)”, “Rainbow Connection”, an a cappella version of Taio Cruz “Dynamite” and “How Much is that Doggie in the Window?”

I’ll totally make you a mix tape, if you’d like.

I had a great time singing for my family, and they had an equally great time challenging me to “Name that Tune”. All they had to do was sing one line, or even a few words, from one of my favorite songs, and I could call out the name instantly. Daddy thinks I am going to be a musician. Like my Mama.

The highlight of Thanksgiving was definitely the meal. It was so nice to have teeth this year! It’s amazing what a few canines can do for a gal. I tried so many delicoius treats, making sure to shout, “MMMMM, NUMMY!” after each bite, fore everyone to hear. My favorite was the apple sauce; In fact, I liked it so much, that I made sure to get plenty of it all over my dress, just so I’d have it to snack on later.

When we went around the table, each of my family members explaining why and how they felt thankful, it made me feel so proud to hear so many people mention my name.

I love them all, too.

When it was my turn, I kept it short and sweet, just saying, “Thank You.” Everyone must have liked my brevity, because they clapped and cheered. What can I say? I know how to win over a crowd.

After dinner I played piano with mommy, snuggled up with my Aunt and Uncle and chased after my cousins’ doggie. It’s a tough job, but somebody has got to do it.

Well, thanks for letting me recap my night for you. It’s been swell! It’s so nice, now that I can talk in sentences, and all. That reminds me, I had my first four word sentence, just this afternoon. “I draw a penguin,” I said. And I did. I should mention, drawing has become my other very favorite pastime. Mommy thinks I’m going to be an artist. Like my Daddy.

To be honest, I’m not yet sure what, or who, I am going to be. All I know is this: I like being sweet. I like making nice to my mommy, rubbing her softly and gently with my little hands and kissing her, as many times as I can, every single day. I like laying my head down and burying it into my daddy’s chest, and saying “Love you, dada.” So I will keep doing those things, whether I’m a cartoonist or a cappella singer or designer of the sparkliest of sparkly shoes.

And I promise to try to keep you updated, along the way. Now that I can talk, and all, I will try to stop by here more often. If you’ll have me, that is. So in the meantime, I hope that you enjoyed a holiday as wonderful as mine. Again, I say “Thank You.” Short, sweet, and I mean every ounce of it.

As I love to say, “MWA!”,

Big Girl, Ever After

 

Could be a whole heck of a lot worse.

15 Dec

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Well, it may not be our thwarted big family trip to St. John, but I’m cozy, under a blanket, listening to my main man’s music,

working on THE NEW WEBSITE

and OMG do I have a story for you as my big premiere.

I literally could not make this stuff up.

Stay warm and stay tuned.

So…

3 Mar

I am seeing this guy tonight. And would you like to know my reaction?

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Dance with me?

I wanna strum upon your strings and make you cry love, cry out loving. 

YESSSSSSSSSS!