There was more pool time. The best is when their lips are blue, they’re shivering and are asking for more cold water in the baby pool.
Instead, we dunked them in a hot tub.
Before either the pool or the bath, there was mad stacking.
Archive for the ‘Parenthood’ Category
Quality Time With Bodhi
May 25, 2012Chasing The Nap
May 24, 2012I am one of those moms who only wants her child to sleep at home. Not the car seat or the stroller or the Ergo. Why? Maximum breakage for moi!
When Ian’s on the verge and we have a car ride between us and naptime, I will do the following: Windows down, gangsta rap up, and feed a snack to him piece by piece. This usually works. Usually.
Sometimes you can’t get through that last piece of Veggie Booty. You just gotta rest.
Like this:
Stay At Home Mom Stays Home. Alone.
May 23, 2012
Lounging at the pool while mom slaved away at home…all by herself.
It was so sweet. After being up half the night teething, Ian ended up out of the house on Tuesday with Em & Ash & Bodhi and thus, I did my cooking from home. I hadn’t realized how long it’s been since I’ve been alone in the house for more than a couple hours. How long you ask? Um…how old’s Ian?
It was quiet. All day. I listened to Adam Carolla swear without guilt. I cooked for our family and other families. I showered. I left hot pans on the floor. I had my laptop in plain site on the couch. It was surreal.
I feel incredibly blessed to be able to stay home with Ian, but I really don’t understand these amazing blogs I come across with professional photography and new recipes every day and designer homes with handmade paper flowers, all produced by stay-at-home-moms (or WORKING moms, for Christ’s sake). How the eff do they do it? It’s all I can do to have clean hair, fresh food for my kid and an activity that does not involve strolling to the grocery store yet again. I can’t even get stains out of clothes, much less have a podcast, much as I want to, and I really, really want to. I have things to say. What was I saying?
Like this:
Bros
May 21, 2012
15 & 5 months
16 months & 16
The only thing that hasn’t changed is the chair.
Lena Dunham
May 20, 2012
LOVE
I realize I am late to this party (hey, I have a kid). I remember seeing a billboard for Girls a while back and thinking, oh, that must be the new Sex And The City. And maybe it is. This is not your mother’s Sex In The City tho. And by your mother, I mean me.
Both in her movie, Tiny Furniture, and in Girls, from the very first frame, I am riveted. Watching it, I feel both young and old. It almost makes me want to be in my twenties again. Almost. Okay, that’s a total lie. It actually makes me feel grateful that I’m not in my twenties anymore because it brings back with such painful clarity the slow agony that was my twenties. But in a good way. Ohhhh, girls are so complicated. No wonder my husband hates the show.
I think she is genius. The sharp, sharp honesty of her writing and her eye is groundbreaking and I can’t help but get this tightening in my stomach, feeling like I’m watching a speeding train that will soon be far, far gone. Like a grass roots non-profit doing incredible work that eventually goes public and develops a line for Target, Lena will get a stylist and a trainer and this young artist who went to Oberlin (OHIO!) and decided to put it ALL out there will one day soon own a home in Silver Lake and eat too much kale and not enough pizza. Here’s to hoping she stays weird.
Horses Horses Horses
May 15, 2012We went to Will Rogers State Park for the second day in a row. It’s an easy drive, it’s quiet and beautiful, the street we park on has my DREAM home on it (I have a physical reaction when I see it-weird), and it doesn’t have the humanity that the park brings.
Today, we discovered the horses, and digging in the dirt with sticks. After hours of reading Teeth Are Not For Biting, Sleepy Time, and I Love Christmas, we were due for some fresh air.
Hello, horse.
Time to throw rocks.
Plane.
