Cotton candy and dreams fulfilled

Wow, I can't believe it's been a whopping 22 days since i've posted. Of course thanks to all the emails from friendly "wellwishers", I have been constantly reminded that i have not blogged in X number of days...lol.

Ok, so here goes...first things first, i did NOT get to go to the Bravo A-List awards because my nanny flaked on me at the last minute. I'll spare you the gory details but suffice to say that she is still gagged and bound in the tool shed under my basement stairs...we'll deal with her later.

Ok, so moving on, I've been well, things have been well. I am so happy and excited to announce that my girlfriend just graduated from 4 grueling years of OB/GYN residency at UCONN and to celebrate, she threw a big bash for all and sundry. So as yours truly rarely misses an opportunity to shake her "groove thang", we packed up our bags (and the bound nanny) and headed up to Connecticut for the weekend. The party was sooo much fun, the food was dee-lish and i bumped into a couple of friends i had not seen in like - forever. I rocked my brand new "wanna-be-Kimora-fabulous yellow killer wedges" and strutted my stuff like it didn't stank:

The next day, I slept until 12:00pm, it was awesome! So when i finally did meander out of bed, I thought it might be a good idea to actually soak up some of the culture of Connecticut as opposed to only being able to describe landmarks based on their proximity to neon lights.

We found a festival in the Yale area, International Festival of Arts & Ideas and decided to take a gander (i know, i know, i don't know why i used that word either). It was actually very interesting, with different stations exhibiting different forms of art. There was dance and song and miming and actual art pieces. One of the performances was by a Christian Academy dance troupe and it was so beautiful and inspiring:

We also found an African Interpretive Dance, but I've seen the real deal and, believe me, this was NOT it. It was almost comical to watch the spectators impulsively burst into "dance" flailing and flopping around as if in the throes of an epileptic seizure. Oh well, to each his own:

Finally, full of cotton candy and dreams fulfilled, we piled into our minivan and headed back to New Jersey (the nanny was still bound).

Three minutes away

So today was the first day of school for rugrat #2. Yes. My little munchkin has flown the nest (at least for the next 8 hours). He was supposed to start yesterday but has contracted that curious case of the pink eye and so we kept him home for a day just to observe and make sure things were stellar. So I dressed him up, got his lunch all packed, grabbed some extra diappies and a blanket and bundled both rugrats into the car and off to school. After the long tortuous ride (ok, it's actually 3 minutes away), we arrived. He jumped out with glee grabbed his lunchbox and marched excitedly to the door. So i took rugrat #2 to his class seeing as it was his first day and all. He stepped into the classroom and immediately grew deathly silent. He didn't cry, he didn't scream or anything just...silence. Then he turns and looks at me and says "No." Simple, just one single, solitary (albeit loaded) word. I almost lost it and grabbed him and ran but i calmed myself and explained to him that rugrat #1 was just down the hallway and they could meet up at lunch. He wasn't convinced but i reluctantly left him and dropped off rugrat #1 at his class.

So now I'm back home, working and peeking at the empty playroom every now and then. It is so weird...look:

Sigh...i should be relishing the peace and quiet but i tell ya, this is gonna take some getting used to. Maybe I'll go peek in at lunchtime...it's only 3 minutes away, right?