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Superman visor @ Cartoon Fanclub, Tank top @ Target, Orange hoodie @ Tutti Bella,
Plaid Shorts @ OldNavy, Black pants and Elmo shirt @ Tutti Bella,
Shark found in the ocean, Gummy Vites @ Whole Foods, Elephant hoodie @ Tutti Bella
Posted at 11:54 AM in Fashion | Permalink | Comments (2)
For probably the first time ever, I unpacked my suitcase within hours of arriving home, just so I could get my dirty laundry and try out my new washing machine. Thankfully, the appliances did fit down the stairs, so no walls were destroyed and sanity was retained.
Henry and Nick had a splendid weekend without me and I certainly had a good time in the city without them. The old house felt a little more like home after being away for four days and I'm fully rejuvenated and motivated to unpack, organize, repair and clean.
In other news, the neighbors from across the street came over last night, along with their little boy, to introduce themselves and bring us a loaf of homemade bread. As I thanked them, Henry hid behind my leg and then ran inside only to return with an armful of toys, which I assume was to entice his new friend to stay and play.
It's too bad that when the doorbell rang I was wearing my bathrobe (it was 6 pm) and that Henry wasn't wearing pants and that I had a porch full of shrink-wrapped furniture that doesn't belong there. I felt so awkward and I think our new friends couldn't get away fast enough.
Posted at 07:59 AM in House | Permalink | Comments (3)
I don't think that Nick and I are good house people. The caulking of bathtubs, the foam insulating of holes, the pruning of hydrangeas... Our life used to be so carefree and now we have a list of home projects a mile long and I do believe that having a baby was less of a life altering occurrence than buying a house. It's constant work to keep this place in order and to keep the neighbors from thinking that a bunch of dirt bags moved in.
I'm taking off my work gloves and going to New York for the weekend. I have to rest up for next week's egress window installation.
Until then.
Posted at 07:54 AM in Misc | Permalink | Comments (5)
When I hear other mothers complaining about how their 2-year old won't stop talking and it's driving them crazy, I have to stifle the urge to throttle them. It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to listen politely as I'm told, "Once they start, they never stop!". Um, yeah... that would actually be great. Thanks.
I realize that everyone has the right to complain, no matter the circumstances. For example, this morning I was complaining about the ugly curtains in my house, but really I should be thankful I even have a house in which ugly can hang. I'm being super hypocritical, but OMG, please shut up about your kid not shutting up!
Henry's new three-word sentences are music to my ears and I wouldn't care if he wanted to stay up all night talking about the same thing over and over, because it makes me so happy to hear his words and thoughts. We still have a long way to go, but I have him on a hefty dose of essential fatty acids, which really does wonders for kids with Apraxia and SID. You can read all about it over at the Cherab Foundation.
My father came through Minneapolis last week and took Henry to see the Doodlebops. Never heard of them? They are only the hottest Canadian rock n' rollers to ever hit the Disney Channel.
Posted at 12:44 PM in Bad Mom, Henry, Speech Delay | Permalink | Comments (8)
It's only been a few days since I last posted, but I feel as though I've aged 300 years. Even though I was happy to move, it did not happen without tears. I have a porch full of furniture that won't fit up or down the stairs and a shower that drains through my kitchen ceiling. Both of these things caused mini spaz attacks on my part.
Plus, I don't remember where I packed my underthings or my make-up or anything really. Does anyone know where the baby is?
Problems aside, I love our new 105 year-old house and feel proud to be the owner, but if my new washer and dryer don't fit down the basement stairs, I will take an ax to the wall.
Posted at 07:02 PM in House | Permalink | Comments (5)
Goodbye apartment. You were good to us, but I won't miss you or your hideous hallways.
I'll be back next week to update you on the Doodlebops concert, life in a house and three-word sentences.
Posted at 07:21 PM in House | Permalink | Comments (0)
Many Hollywood celebrities hail from Minnesota, but most local A-listers are the people who report the 5 o'clock news. It would not surprise me to find out that there is a Star Map for where the weathermen live.
At the opera on Tuesday night I spied a true celebrity, Garrison Keillor. He was there with his little girl and his commanding presence. Although he keeps an apartment on the Upper West Side, he's a Midwestern folk humorist, whose weekly radio show, "A Prairie Home Companion" has been on MPR since the 1970s. It's true that I find his stories of rhubarb pie a bit sleepy, but I won't deny the man's genius.
Posted at 04:03 PM in Minneapolis | Permalink | Comments (2)
All my friends claimed that they didn't want me to leave, but I had so much help packing in Brooklyn that maybe I should have thought otherwise. For this move, Nick and I seem to be in some type of packing denial. The movers are coming very soon and I've not yet picked up the boxes. We took possession of our new house on Friday and we spent the weekend purchasing appliances and a whole bunch of other boring things that are necessary for home life.
You want to know something? It's really, really hard to spend money on things like dirt. The dirt is needed to change the grade around the house, so water doesn't seep into the basement. Good times.
I tell you what will truly be a good time from now on --laundry.
Posted at 10:53 PM in House | Permalink | Comments (7)
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