Tuesday, April 22, 2008

time flies

...when you're having fun.

Monday, April 21, 2008

three years ago today

Three years ago today I was on what would turn out to be my tenth and final full day of bedrest. The idea actually sounded lots better than the reality, even to a confirmed couch potato like me. I was having contractions and had been for almost two days. I was worried I was messing up the whole stop-watch timing thing and would end up giving birth alone in the bedroom with a rerun of The Gilmore Girls in the background. There was math involved so I was right to be worried. I was watching the Vatican window on tv, waiting for the damn white smoke. I was emailing my three aunts who were so dialed-in to my routine of doing nothing that they all knew I'd gone into real labor and left for the hospital the next morning once I stopped instantly replying to their emails. Three years ago today I was the mother of one just turned two-year old. I was worried I wouldn't love a new baby as much as I loved the one that had lived with us for a few years and who I'd just recently gotten used to. Three years ago I was 33 years old and didn't know what it meant to literally be born to be someone's mother. The Cutie Q always seemed to be on autopilot, almost like he knew better than we did what he needed and what would soothe him. All we had to do was listen and learn. Three years ago today I didn't know that I wouldn't meet this baby until the morning after he was born because he spent his first night in the NICU and I was too dizzy to get myself there. I didn't yet know that he would be a he or that he would be pulled from me blue and stay that way for too long to think about it now without crying. I didn't yet know that he'd teach me that I had the ability to light up a room just by entering it. I didn't know that this baby, my second son, would think I hung the moon just for him. I didn't know that he'd have my eyes, which it turns out are my Gram's eyes too and that I'd think of her often when he smiles and they turn down ever so slightly. I didn't know that our family of three wasn't complete without him. I just didn't know. How could I have possibly known how much more love was out there?

Saturday, April 12, 2008

the really hard questions

Q (age 5): Mama, why is a pajama party only for girls?
Me (age 37):

Thursday, April 10, 2008

new house numbers for an old house

As soon as we complete our condo conversion process in this wacky little city, I'm thinking a celebratory gift to the house might be in order. We've spent months and months writing checks for work that nobody will ever see - patching holes in the ceiling of the garage, building a strange concrete step at the bottom of our back stairs and grounding billions of outlets - all in the name of bringing things up to code in our two-flat 100+ year old Victorian. This is on top of paying lawyers and permit fees and on and on. Just off the top of my head I can think of three thousand things I would have rather spent so much time and money on. A back deck would have been very enjoyable. New windows to replace the original windows in a house full of windows. New sod in the tiny patch of spotty grass in the backyard. New window coverings to replace the levolor blinds I swore the day we bought the house would be the first thing to go {hello two years later!}. You know, things that actual people, not just City inspectors would notice. Things that I would notice and that would bring complete joy and happiness to my family and our TIC partners downstairs who also have small children who seem to always needs things. Like shoes and food. So, to celebrate when this is all behind us I think we'll modernize the ugly brass house numbers that currently adorn the front stairs with these beauties. I can't wait.

Monday, April 07, 2008

view from my front window

Friday, April 04, 2008

Eye Candy

If I had an extra thousand bucks sitting in a fun money account somewhere, this is the first place I'd go. The colors in every one of these Craig Kanarick Eye Candy series are spectacular. I think I'll just go ahead and lick the computer screen in the meantime.