On Monday, I decided to embark on a brand new diet. Ever since Jasper was born three months ago, I’ve felt a little…not great. First there were all the Christmas goodies…then New Year’s goodies…then yeah, it’s the middle of January goodies…then that whole sale on chocolate hearts as big as your face (yes, I held one up to my face before consuming it)…then, before I knew it, the first vestiges of spring and warmth came around. And that’s when I realized {Read More}
Boycotton. That’s Right.
November 14, 2011 By 2 Comments
Rainbow stripes are slimming. And now, a half-week update on Boycotton (a term I’ve just now thoroughly invented to define my week-long ban on sweatpants): I continue to not wear my cozies- excepting, obviously, those occasions wherein it is not only acceptable but expected; bedtime, early evening viewings of Jane Eyre, etc., etc.- and here is what I’ve found. It is difficult. Because nothing fits. Nothing. I am too small to wear my maternity pants (you so rarely hear the {Read More}
This goes way beyond Mommy Fashion.
April 21, 2011 By 1 Comment
Fashion. During our commute this morning, I handed a book back to Nora and saw that it had been in publication for 25 years. I laughed and said that was crazy, since that was how old I was. Then I paused, realizing that I was indeed that age…plus five years and ten months. Which makes me painfully close to 31. I mentioned to Peej that I still felt like I was in my mid-twenties, and if I had to check a {Read More}
Housewivery, unfortunate pants & inconsequential rage.
January 14, 2010 By 6 Comments
Things that bother me this week (settle in, we could be here a spell): Pants. I tried to buy my first post-preggo pants this past weekend. It was an epic fail on all fronts, mostly the posterior. Silly me, I’d thought it was high time to ditch the elastic-waisted maternity jeans. It is clearly not time. It may never BE time. (Sure, some of you keep telling me that it’ll HAPPEN, you just HAD the baby! This is false. She {Read More}
Nighttime isn’t for sleeping! It’s for rockin’ the party.
December 10, 2009 By 4 Comments
I fear I’ve become…bland. Don’t get me wrong, I totally and fully dig my current life, but I worry that my “adventures” have become a little PG to those of my pals sans kiddos. I will strive to be racier. Let’s try it out. This past weekend…we bought our Christmas tree. (Sigh. Oh well.) We quite possibly spent waaay too long debating the merits of Balsam vs. Frasier Fir. Couldn’t tell you what they are NOW, but at the time {Read More}
The turkey innards need to come outtards.
November 25, 2009 By 3 Comments
I decided to post a day early- why not? There’s no reason I HAVE to post on Thursdays…I can still be wild, fancy-free (whatever that means), not tied down to convention… Okay. Or it’s because we’re hosting our very first Thanksgiving tomorrow and there is NO WAY ON EARTH I can get Nora ready, the house ready, the food ready (a turkey? I may end up serving deli slices) and enjoy a leisurely blogging session. So, I’m enjoying my leisure {Read More}
Hey there, Scorpio baby!
October 29, 2009 By 11 Comments
Well, this is it. The end of Date Night Month. (And, uh, the BEGINNING OF THE REST OF MY LIFE AS A PARENT AND NON-SLEEPER.) October has treated me pretty well. This week alone we rounded out the dates with a viewing of “Where the Wild Things Are” (I cried, surprise, surprise), a yum dinner at Kiki’s Bistro (no relation) for Peej’s birthday (we had steak pomme frites- bringing us up to…four steaks this week. Nice life) a walk in {Read More}
Two weeks. Gosh, that sounds definite.
October 15, 2009 By 3 Comments
I’ve been watching a lot of television lately. I have little to no energy left to renovate or get the house baby-ready at the end of a workday (my new mindset: the baby can sleep on me. Here, throw me that towel.) Between episodes of Ghost Whisperer wherein I cry like my arm is being broken off at the shoulder (I don’t know where this new obsession is coming from- I never used to watch ‘ion: positively entertaining’ tv) and {Read More}
