Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
So much has happened in my life in the past month. I have crazy stories, overwhelming emotions, hilarious moments and good news to write about. I just can't seem to do it. Oddly, it almost makes me sick (like in the way potato salad makes me ill) to even think about updating my blog. It must be some weird pregnancy thing.
Or maybe it's because I sort of binged on the whole blogging thing. I posted often and about everything and now I just feel nauseous.
So sorry to my small following. I'm sure it's just a phase.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Ryan thought they were cool until one knocked our cooler over and started digging through our food. So he hit the horse in the snout with the cooler lid. I'm pretty sure that's against park policy but somebody had to save our Capri Suns!
We didn't sleep much, but we had a great time. I am already planning next summer's trip. Let me know if you are in.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
p.s. I'm sad I didn't get a photo of the box Ryan crafted to send this thing across the U.S. It was pretty cool.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
10) seam ripping
9) eating a cheeseburger at the park today
8) new gold sandals
7) my clean bedroom (thanks Ryan)
6) roomy (and insanely comfortable) "fat shorts" circa a month after I had Ethan
5) bubble tea with friends at Snap in Georgetown. weird... and worth it
4) finishing a craft
3) feeling ring and pinky finger freedom when super glue wears off several hours after finishing that craft
2) walking to get smoothies for Family Home Evening
1) hearing my child say, "you're probably right"
What makes you happy today?
Friday, April 24, 2009
Sometimes you have to stop and think about yourself in order to stop thinking about yourself so much
I have a few friends who are so afflicted by early pregnancy that you can see the exhaustion in their faces. They are sick and tired and depressed. What sacrifices these women make to bring their children to this world! It really makes me feel lucky... and sometimes guilty.
One of the only things I can complain about my pregnancy right now is the difficulty I have getting up in the morning. To me, waking up from my night's sleep is sometimes like the moments after being dunked in a swimming pool. You surface, confused and with a deep breath. As you try to find your footing, your bully big brother pushes you down again. You think about fighting him or trying to keep your head above the water, but he's much stronger than you and so you give up and go deeper this time. He lets go and you work your way to the top, breathe, then feel his malicious hands on the top of your head driving you down once more.
This in and out of consciousness goes on for at least an hour every morning in my bed. It's a million times worse than those days in college when I would stay up until at least 4 a.m., drop into bed and then find myself crying when I had to wake up at 7 that morning. I at least felt emotion about it then. Now I just feel lifeless. It's not me who doesn't want to get up. I guess sleep just doesn't want me to leave. So he keeps pulling me back like that bully big brother.
The first time around (when Ethan was the fetus) I was just always late for work. Neither my editor nor my co-workers had children so I'm guessing the last pregnant women they spent serious amounts of time with were their mothers. And that was probably when many of them were the fetuses growing organs and toes in their mommy's womb and exhausting the life out of her. They don't remember that. So they looked at me like I was lazy. I'd tell them that darned city council meeting lasted until 11 p.m. or I was working on an in-depth story until the early hours of the morning. That was often true. But really I just needed someone to grab me by the hair and pull me out of bed every day.
I sure need that now, now that I don't have a job to answer to. I guess my kid is my job, but he usually sleeps in as well and we have these lazy mornings where we get up, he plays and I just lie around until I feel alive enough to take a shower. Come to think of it (I just read this post up to this point) that doesn't seem so bad. It may be difficult to get up and go places/make appointments/etc. but I will take lazy mornings without vomit, or worse - a workplace - any day.
I guess I can't complain.
(photo: A headless me at 16 weeks! p.s. I went in for an ultrasound yesterday and it seems this baby - like our first - was determined to be very modest. We couldn't get a peak. So we are holding on until 20 weeks. Here's hoping for a boy or a girl ;-)!)
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Is it wrong of me to post this photo on my family-friendly blog? Or do you think it is more wrong that I think this is really hilarious but also kind of cool? If you are an adult female (no males allowed) and want to see what else this seller might have to offer (if you ever fantasized that you were Princess Leia when you were little... or yesterday), click here.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
4 large (120 grams) egg whites
1 cup (200 grams) superfine (castor) sugar
1 teaspoon white vinegar
1/2 tablespoon cornstarch (corn flour)
Preheat oven to 250 degrees F (130 degrees C) and place rack in center of oven. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper and draw a 7 inch (18 cm) circle on the paper.
In the bowl of your electric mixer, with the whisk attachment, beat the egg whites on medium-high speed until they hold soft peaks. Start adding the sugar, a tablespoon at a time, and continue to beat until the meringue holds very stiff peaks. (Test to see if the sugar is fully dissolved by rubbing a little of the meringue between your thumb and index finger. The meringue should feel smooth, not gritty. If it feels gritty the sugar has not fully dissolved so keep beating until it feels smooth between your fingers). Sprinkle the vinegar and cornstarch over the top of the meringue and, with a rubber spatula, fold in.
Gently spread the meringue inside the circle drawn on the parchment paper, smoothing the edges, making sure the edges of the meringue are slightly higher than the center. (You want a slight well in the center of the meringue to place the whipped cream and fruit.)
Bake for 1 hour 15 minutes or until the outside is dry and takes on a very pale cream color. Turn the oven off, leave the door slightly ajar, and let the meringue cool completely in the oven. (The outside of the meringue will feel firm to the touch, if gently pressed, but as it cools you will get a little cracking and you will see that the inside is soft and marshmallowy.)
The cooled meringue can be made and stored in a cool dry place, in an airtight container, for a few days.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Ryan changed Ethan's stinky diaper that night and Ethan pointed down there and said, "This is my ridiculous poop." It was pretty ridiculous... but I'm wondering if he has ridiculous and disgusting mixed up.
All of this labor talk reminded me of a blog post I have read several (and bawled my eyes out) times. Jasmine is a former co-worker of mine and an amazing writer. Her son's delivery might have been more agonizing than that of many other women (including my own) but her words create an almost palpable account of the emotions, physical hardship and, ultimately, the joy of labor. Read it.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
I did this last weekend in New York. Slipping the $500,000 diamond solitaire ring onto my ring finger (the diamond was about as wide as my digit) made me rethink this whole "I really want to buy a house" thing. It broke my heart to give it back to the kind Tiffany & Co. employee.
I guess I'm on a new "I think I might die without that diamond" kick.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
... like chasing wild turkeys in a parking lot,
...like shaking your head daftly in Times Square,
or trying clothing on over your front-attached backpack to see if it will fit the future uber-pregnant you...