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July 19, 2010


MIL Dramarama

So a few weeks ago, my MIL and her husband came down for the afternoon to see the twins.

Chicken had gone to the office for the morning and wasn’t back yet when they arrived.
When they came in and she reached for a baby, I asked them both (as I ask ALL visitors), to please wash their hands first (as well as leaving their shoes at the door which they always comply).
MIL freaked. Claimed her hands were clean and I was being ridiculous. Balked. Rolled her eyes and complained all the way to the sink. As she complained I said our ped had advised it because the boys were born early and it was the safe thing to do and then she called our ped ridiculous.
I was so pissed, but held my tongue.
Folks, this is New York City. It’s fucking dirty. By the time you get to my apartment, no matter how clean your hands MIGHT have been in the car (which is probably not that clean because the last I was aware they don’t have sinks in autos) you have touched your car handle, two security door handles of my building, a security box button, an elevator button and my front door knob. There are about 1,000 people who come in and out of this building on a daily basis with all of the residents, delivery people, staff, day help, etc.
Your hands are no longer clean and you WILL wash them before you touch my babies. My babies, my house, my rules.
But remember, this is the same woman I asked to please not watch TV when she had the babies for the evening (in Argentina) and they watched TV all night long and then told us how much the babies just LOVED the TV.
What do you do about a situation like this?? Then, to top it all off, we learned from a cousin this weekend that she has been bitching about this incident! That she couldn’t believe that “Puffer asked me to WASH MY HANDS!” and that her feelings were so hurt. That she felt we’d gotten closer in Argentina and that now she was marginalized.
For the record, we asked her to wash her hands, or to use antibacterial gel every single time we baby handled in Argentina and she would most of the time–REFUSE. Especially the antibacterial gel.

Gossip Much?

A few weeks ago I got a tip that a certain very popular TV show was auditioning for twin boys just about the age of my guys.

By the time I got the tip, they were already doing the open casting call that very day and I’d missed it.
I figured, what the hell, I’ll email the casting director with a few (OK, 10) photos of the boys and their stats even though it’s too late for us to make it to the open call.
Well, to my great surprise she called me back in less than 10 minutes and was very interested. They were making a decision the next day and she’d let me know.
I never heard back from her and that was that.

She called me last Friday and said the twins they cast ‘might not work out’…something like that.
Could we come in for a 2 hour interview on Tuesday? Um, sure!
This is not an open casting call, this is just for MY guys! And this casting agency does many other shows, not just this particular show so now we are in the database.

Our plan is to wear the boys on the subway in the Ergo/s and hope to God they nap and are in a good mood when we arrive to wow the producers!
Regardless, it will be an interesting outing and pretty cool to see ‘behind the scenes’.
I don’t currently watch this show, but I bet some of you do. I will be watching religiously if we get the part!
Wish us luck!