do you know what hand foot and mouth disease is? it's a poop disease. you can get it from poop, and my son had it. do you know what that means? it means that some dirty little monkey shoved his hands down his pants then immediately gave fox a high five. and i'm embarrassed to admit that even with my obsessive hand sanitization habits, this one slipped below the radar. are you wretching yet? but the saddest part is that sweet fox was just a sick, pitiful, sad little soul. he wouldn't eat. repeat: fox. wouldn't eat. he no longer looks like he has rubber bands around his thick thighs. i wish i had his discipline, what with swimsuit season around the corner. but sad. and gross.
so now that i've scared away all of our friends...
we have an expiration date. we're dunzo. moving. end of may. i think i've been flitting through my life here in the city without internalizing that it really wasn't going to last forever. i just assumed we would magically find a way to stay, although i knew deep in my nerdy heart that it just wasn't realistic. and what makes our termination all the more painful is that this week new york was incredible. the weather has been absolutely perfect, buds are on the trees, and the cityfolk are waking up from the crusty winter. one of my favorite feelings in the world is the first time of the year you can leave your living quarters without a coat or jacket. fox was so confused as we were walking out the door on wednesday... "coat? hat?" and he grinned when i told him it was too warm outside for such nonsense. and this week i actually started to feel like i was getting my mojo back. after childbirth, becoming a mother of two (i'm now "legit," as my dear friend noe put it), enduring a poop disease, i bit the bullet and actually left my walk-up apartment by myself with the kids, and we survived. we loved it. can i really do this? i'm not holding my breath.
green was donned, no pinching necessary, although -- those cheeks -- i was tempted.
and then i go and find the following video, and it's just the icing on my hormonal, emotionally unstable cake. i'm probably the last one to hear of them, but the PS22 chorus? ah. mazing. glee for rills. you need to watch all of their youtube videos, but this one was my favorite. i get a lump in my throat every time i watch it, especially when fox watches it with me and says, "the kids, momma; i like it." i've been mildly obsessed with this song and the jay-z version for months, and there's nothing like mini new yorkers singing about their hometown, the greatest city in the world. i love that my indie-girl is one of them: