Tom and Gisele welcomed a son Tuesday night. Brady also has a 2 year old son, Jack, from a previous relationship with actress Bridget Moynahan. As of posting, the baby was still unnamed.
Brady told ESPN the birth of his second child would not affect his availability for Sunday's game against the Carolina Panthers. A game we all hope the defense will show up for.
(Oh snap. Did she just go there? Yes I did, I just went there.)
Let me be the gazillionth person who makes the comment that this baby is probably one of the most genetically blessed babies ever. Because this...
Talking to kids about cancer is not an easy thing, and both times cancer has struck my family (my father and my sister-in-law), I struggled with how to maintain a balance between truth and too-much-truth. And, unfortunately, I'm not alone in my struggles as I don't know a single family who hasn't been touched by cancer in one way or another.
To help parents deal with such a difficult and often emotionally charged subject, PBS will be airing a new episode of Arthur called The Great MacGrady on Monday, October 19. In the show, Mrs. MacGrady, the school cafeteria lunch lady, is diagnosed with cancer, and Arthur and his friends all deal with the news in different ways.
There will be a free advance screening of Arthur's The Great MacGrady this Sunday, October 18, 2009 at 2pm at WGBH's Yawkey Theatre in Brighton (One Guest Street). Following the half-hour show will be an hour-long panel discussion and Q&A called “When a Child Knows Someone With Cancer: Helping Young Children Cope with the Cancer Diagnosis of a Loved One”.
Those interested in attending must RSVP to wgbh.org/arthurscreening and the event is only open to guests over the age of 16.
7 years ago today. A Tuesday.
I was 36 weeks pregnant. Lumbering and uncomfortable as I boarded the 7:22 a.m. commuter rail bound for my job at a law firm in Boston. Arrived at work after 8.
Was chatting on the phone with a friend, discussing our baby showers that had both taken place that weekend. Mine on Saturday, hers on Sunday (our poor collective friends!) while our hubbies frollicked in New York City at a Yanks/Sox game. One of my friends from Florida had flown up for my shower. She flew out of Logan Airport in Boston on Monday morning.
I was interrupted from my conversation when a co-worker peeked her head in and said, "Your husband is on my line. Apparently, he needs to talk to you." So I said goodbye to my friend (who was home, but didn't have her TV on) and got on the line with Hubby.
"Do you have your computer on?" he asked breathlessly.
"No. I just got here and was on the phone with Mary. Why? What's up?"
"A plane crashed into the World Trade Center! They don't know many details yet though. TURN ON YOUR COMPUTER!"
Slowly the buzz began to spread on my 21st floor. We were directed into a conference room to watch the breaking news on a projection screen.
That was when I saw the second plane hit.
Shortly after, a firm-wide e-mail was delivered. Our building would be closing at 10 a.m. We were all to evacuate immediately.
I called Hubby back. (Meanwhile he had been frantically trying to call me. The firm's phone lines were being inundated.) Hubby was nervous that they were going to shut down all public transportation. That I wouldn't be able to get out of the city of Boston. 9 months pregnant.
My friend Michelle (who was also working in Boston at the time) and I miraculously got through to each other via our cell phones. We met downtown, so we could walk to the train station together.
It was eerie. Practically everyone in downtown Boston had been evacuated. The city streets were packed, yet it was oddly hushed. Everyone was rushing, furiously punching buttons on their cell phones, desperately trying to get a signal.
I tried to call Hubby from the train station to let him know what my meager train options were to get back home to Central Massachusetts. There was only one train headed towards home, yet it would only take me as far as Framingham, about a 45 minute drive, and not where I had parked my car that morning. But I couldn't get in touch with him. The lines were jammed.
So I waited until the last possible minute to board that train, worried that Hubby might already be driving into Boston to collect me; nervous that he wasn't, and that I indeed NEEDED to get on the train.
Finally, as the announcement was blaring, "Final boarding call!", Hubby and I connected. I SHOULD take the train, and he'd pick me up in Framingham.
As you can imagine, the train was packed. Every seat full, every aisle space occupied. But so silent. Someone kindly felt sorry for my swollen whale-ness and gave me a seat. I let a few strangers borrow my cell phone.
Everyone lost in their own thoughts. Fear, stifled but present. Uncertainty.
I spent the next three days on the couch in my "uniform" (you know, the only XL maternity clothes that fit), glued to the TV. Alternating between grief, disbelief and horror.
What kind of world was I bringing a child into?
September 11, 2001. I will never forget.
[Re-posted from In the Trenches of Mommyhood 9/11/07.]
The rest of the country hates us when it comes to sports. I think they're jealous. Let's fact it, New England has been just a tad bit dominant in American sports recently. Heh.
I think this photo says it all.
Yup, I was at the Celtics rally this morning. This makes my 3rd rally since 2004. It's too cold out for the Patriots. And I'm not really a football fan. I love my Boston Red Sox with all my heart, but I'm a pretty happy Celtics fan these days. It's been 22 years since the Celts last won the finals, and it's been a tough time to be a fan of the NBA in general. All those thugs, all that bad press. And Kobe. Ugh. So not a star.
However, if you think I'm going to miss a rally on such a gorgeous day, you just don't know me very well. I live for the rally. I love to scream as loud as I can and cheer on my teams. I love to see the players up close and personal.
In Boston we know how to do a rally right. We line up the duck boats and load them with players, their family and friends, and we intersperse confetti machines.
We pack the streets 30 to 50 people deep, all wearing the green.
We set off the confetti as the duckboats roll through.
Music is blasting,
People are hanging out their office windows.
The players are having the time of their lives.
They're smoking cigars in honor of Red Auerbach.
And holding up the MVP trophy.
The fans are going nuts!
Kevin Garnett is wearing 10 carats of diamonds in those ears. They're HUGE.
Doc Rivers looks so psyched
Paul Pierce is having a really good day.
Ray Allen looking good despite his baby son's recent juvenile diabetes diagnosis.
House and son.
Yeah, we know how to celebrate in this city. And evidentially, we know how to know how to play sports.
Now it's time to turn back to baseball. Go Red Sox!
(Didn't you just hate that pat expression written over and over again in our H.S. yearbooks? Or did you help perpetuate the phrase yourself?)
Ugh! It's been so dang hot lately! And guess what?! Neither my nor Hubby's car has working A/C! Yee haw!
Still - we drove an hour and a half this past weekend to a cousin's graduation party in Franklin, MA.
Today I drove for close to an hour up to a meeting in Concord, NH.
Luckily, Hubby's got a job not too far from our house this week. But in recent weeks, he's had to drive as much as an hour+ to get to the job.
And to think! Last year, late August, we three drove all the way to Hershey, PA! With no A/C! And there Sweetie was in the backseat, covering herself completely with a wool blanket, just to amuse herself during the long trip.
My memory may be tricking me some, but I really don't think it was as hot during that trip last year as it has been here these last few days.
Thank goodness that it seems tomorrow will be much cooler. About 15 degrees cooler, in fact! Still hot, mind you, but much more manageable.
Stay cool, everyone!
I've been waiting for registration to open on this for months! And finally - it is!
Too bad I don't currently have a job. Oh, I have a decent severance package. And I presume I'll be gainfully employed before my finances completely run dry. But there are no guarantees.
Not that the registration fee is all that much. Actually, I think it's rather reasonable. Especially because I don't need any overnight accommodations. I can just make one long day of it, then head on home.
I can do this! I've been planning to do this! I will register!
But,...uh....I'll just wait a bit longer. Let's see how that second interview I've got on Thursday goes before I spend all my severance pay on other things, m'kay?
Wish me luck! And hope to see you all at BlogHer Boston.
October 11th, girls! See you then!
As of today, Massachusetts is no longer the only state to allow the legal marriage of same sex partners. California's Supreme Court just struck down a ban on gay marriages, making it the second state in the union to allow same sex marriages. Tiny Massachusetts has allowed gay marriages for a few years now, and funny thing.... nothing in the state has really changed. Most couples that marry here in MA are your regular bride and groom couples. But not all. For that most of the state is thankful. But not all. There are always going to be people that speak of same sex marriages as an abomination, against the bible, and will fight to strike down the law. Thankfully, they remain in the minority.
What interests me about our New England area is that every state save Rhode Island allows some sort of domestic partnerships. Same-sex marriage is recognized only in Massachusetts, but four states -- Vermont, New Jersey, Connecticut and New Hampshire -- have civil unions. California has been one of five states -- along with Hawaii, Maine, Washington and Oregon -- with domestic partnership or reciprocal benefits laws that provide some marriage-like rights to same-sex couples. Now, of course, California joins Massachusetts in providing full legal rights to same sex couples.
What is about New England that makes us so much more accepting of same sex unions? It isn't that we're more liberal. I think anyone who has set foot in New Hampshire realizes that it isn't the most liberal state in the union by any means. It has nothing to do with the weather, right? So what is it that makes our little corner of the country welcome same sex couples?
I love that my city in MA has performed almost 300 same sex marriages since the law changed in 2004. These are all families living in our small city, sending their kids to our schools, and voting in our town elections. They are our neighbors, our friends, our classmates, and our fellow congregants. We live in harmony, we see no differences between these families and another other family. In the almost 4 years since MA has legalized gay marriage, nothing untoward has happened. We haven't legalized bestiality, incest, or any other of the horrors predicted by opponents of this law. In fact, life has gone on and same sex marriages barely ever even pass our minds. It's just another fact of life here in MA. I would dare to say that this is the same in other parts of New England, were domestic partnership has removed so many of the fears and worries of gay families, especially with regards to medical proxies and legal decisions.
So congratulations to California. And hopefully the rest of the country will eventually follow suit.
Hey, California!!! Yes, you, way over there, looking long and leggy.
It's me, Massachusetts! Can you see me waving my Cape Cod arm up and down?
Just wanted to say hi! Oh, and thanks for this. We were feeling a bit lonely.
The Kindred Spirits in Massachusetts