Tuesday, November 28, 2006
What do 10 lb dumbbells, motorcycle tie-downs, a nursing pillow, baby clothes and a lamp have in common? Nothing, other than they were all thrown together in one box.
More photos soon, in addition to my business website which I'm hoping to launch by this weekend.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
When a 98.6 degree milk-and-stomach-acid-soup hits you in the face you'll know the difference. When it happens again, no more than 10 minutes later (some of us are a little denser and slow on the uptake than we should be) and you shrug it off and just rub it into your outfit, the one you've worn two days in a row and already has a variety of spit-up incidents on it, you'll know you're deep in the throws (bad play on word) of motherhood.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
See, 'The Park' has always been a 'same-sex-love-and-get-your-high-on'
sort of place, but this is when the sun goes down. Who would have thought that 3:30pm was the official start to happy hour?
I think my disguise as 'mother' kept me from seeing the worst of it. I was likely mistaken for an undercover cop as I strolled past the dozens of idling cars and drivers.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
After attempting to get 240+ items (including boxes chock full of junk) in the right places and painting the house top to bottom (neither of which is complete), I'm back online and struggling for something to write about. So again, I'm going for a list.
Consistency is key to an infant's sleep routine. Being in 4 different houses (
Unpacking and getting settled when you have a 3 month old to care for is an exercise in patience--boxes sit half-unpacked, everywhere. The anxiety this brings has crossed over into my sleep. The other night I dreamt that I had to catch a flight and wasn't packed and all that was supposed to be packed was buried under piles of junk. I finally got to the airport with things hanging out of my suitcase and looked down to see I was wearing 2 different colored shoes (I actually did this when I was massively pregnant; couldn't see my toes) . Then, while running off to tell the people I was with to hold up while I changed my shoes, all of my stuff is stolen.
I will never ever again gain 50 lbs, whether I'm pregnant or not. Dropping the 15 lbs that have decided to stick around is a real pain in my big butt.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
We've arrived back home, frazzled but safe and sound. The trip went smoothly except for clearing security at the airport, which Alex describes here.
We bought cars, the first milestone in our return to 'adult' life. I get a new car for the very first time which I'm pretty jazzed about. It's mommish, but my pony has some serious hooves--just try to beat me off the line.
Zander is babbling and this is too cute for words.
He's also been 'subjected' to a new trick, which he seems to really love.
My dear friend Lori, mother to little Claire The Duck and William The Bear (above), gave Zander his first Halloween costume, which was good because Alex and I were to jet lagged and disoriented to get around to it.