I Don’t Have a Camera (And Other Updates from This Week)

by Marinka on April 13, 2012

And that’s ok.

But my phone is a BlackBerry and it takes terrible photos, so more often than not I just don’t bother. But last  Saturday I had a day that I will never forget. It was a day that I knew I’d treasure forever as it was happening and I couldn’t believe that it was happening.

On Saturday, my son and I went to see the Mets play at CitiField.

The week before I told him that I had the tickets and he was so, so happy and then when he realized that his dad would be away that weekend, he gasped, asking me who’d he go with then? And when I said that I’d take him he looked at me like he wasn’t sure about it.

I knew where he was coming from.

I’m not much into baseball. I’ll take him to practice or a game if Husbandrinka isn’t available, but overall, I’d rather sit it out. But somehow, through my 10 year old’s passion for the sport, it crept into my soul. Or maybe that’s just indigestion.

But I was eager to take him and happy to root for the Mets and jeer when the Braves got a hit and have him explain some rules that I didn’t understand (I did know that there is no crying in baseball, so I’m ahead on that score.)

I was happy to laugh together and chant Duda! Duda! and yell at Ike Davis to bring everyone home and share french fries and look at the people run on the field to clear the trash that the wind swept in in between innings.

It was a perfect day, even before this happened on the way home. Because that was really a moment that I was proud of myself as a mother.

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Masterpieces that I’d written over at Babble Kids Scoop, in case you missed any and can’t take one more second of not reading it.

Risky Play is Great For Kids! Unless I’m Their Mom.  Why I’d rather my kids have a fear of heights than a broken bone.

Children’s Books We Don’t Like.  I asked some of my favorite bloggers to contribute and I love the list. Love to hate, that is.  By the way, if you’d like to be included in my Babble blogger round up posts, please email me at MarinkaNYC@gmail.com and I’ll add you to my list.

I made breakfast for dinner.  It didn’t go well.

Birthday party trends that I wish would go away.  I’m looking at you,  goody bags.

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In the I am reading category, I’m in the middle of two great books that I love.  Both take place in New York City, which has extra appeal to me.

My Mortal Enemy is the first Willa Cather that I’ve ever read.  It’s an Old New York novella about marriage.  The writing is wonderful and makes me wonder why I’ve never read Cather before.  (And why I always almost-say Catheter instead.)

Henny on the Couch is Rebecca Land Soodak’s new novel, starring my favorite subject- motherhood.  I am not very far into the book yet (I was reluctant to put it aside to concentrate on My Mortal Enemy because we are discussing it in book group on Monday and I hadn’t read the past three books for that group and I mayor may not be on probation as a result), but I am enjoying it tremendously.


Have a nice weekend.  Please let me know if you are reading anything great.

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CSY April 13, 2012 at 1:53 pm

The giving up his seat touched me SO much! I’ve taught my boys (and my daughter, too) to open doors for perople, which is nice until they spend 20 minutes holding the door open for EVERYONE and their mother! We live in the counrty so there aren’t any buses, but my sons are growing up to be gentlemen – I hope! Good for Ladrinka! He’s made THIS mother proud too!


kimberly April 13, 2012 at 9:01 pm

I’m reading Fifty Shades of Grey, hello it’s porn.


dusty earth mother April 15, 2012 at 8:03 pm

If you’re liking Cather, you must read “My Antonia”. My favorite. So much my favorite, that when my husband proposed, he hid the ring in a copy of the book that had a little pocket cut out right over my favorite line. Very romantic, no?


April 15, 2012 at 10:43 pm

I love when my son looks confused at me when I tell him I’m going somewhere with him instead of his dad.


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