Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Sometimes I still read books... OK they are audiobooks, but still...

Malcolm Gladwell showed up on HONY today and I recognized him!

And then I googled it to make sure I was right. And I was.

For some reason this gives me hope that I haven't completely lost touch with the educated-thinking-adult population of the world.

The toddlers can take away my high heels, my blow-dried hair and my sense of accomplishment, but they haven't taken my brain. Not yet sir, not yet.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Baby Girl Wish List

When I'm not working or trying to keep Milo from writing on the walls (I mostly fail at this) I find myself daydreaming about baby products... Mostly it's stuff I've discovered since he was born and wished I had, or stuff that I think will help with the transition to two.

When it comes to mom-products, I'm all about crowd-sourcing so if you have had experience with something on this list that you loved or hated, or if you know of something amazing that I've missed, prettiest-of-pleases tell me.

1) Solly Baby Wrap - A friend of a friend here in San Diego is the creator of these amazing things and they just look so soft and comfy! I love my Ergo for tromping around town and working and especially as baby gets older its nice to have something hardy that can handle the weight of a toddler. But for those first few newborn months of super soft squishy babyness, doesn't this look dreamy? Plus, it will keep baby girl out of reach of pokey little toddler fingesr while also keeping my hands free to remove sticky-ness from said toddler fingers. Coral or Grey Stripe? Although at a price tag of $65, this would be a personal splurge.

2) B.O.B. double stroller - Maybe its because I live near La Jolla, but these uber-expensive joggers are everywhere. Everyone I know seems to have them. At Stroller Strides last week, I kid you not: 90% B.O.B. duallies. I caught the bug, they are super cool, but at a heart stopping  retail price-tag of $709, we may have to go with something more pedestrian, like a Baby Trend. Unless Santa wants to give me a Craigslist miracle.

3) Bumbo - The ubiquitous plastic baby bumper seat. I didn't have one with Milo, and  wished that I did almost daily. Why didn't I just go get one? Because I thought its usefulness would be short lived. I think I under estimated to awesomeness of anything that helps keep your baby upright. Babies love to sit up and they burp better that way. It's the little things. Odds are high that I'll be able to snag one of these off someone who is done having kids and feels like making room in their storage space. Right? Maybe? Please? In aqua.

4) Carseat Canopy - I have a very blue, very masculine one already, but practical or not, I want a girly one for baby girl. Grey chevron? Lilac? I would take neon pink if they had any this season. But good-heavens no fuchsia. NEVER fuchsia.

What am I missing? Educate me. I'm listening.

"Where'd You Go, Bernadette?" by Maria Semple

This book is clever, insightful, unique, snarky, hilarious and surprising. The kind of book that is fun to read (a la Mortal Instruments) but still makes you feel smart (a la Kite Runner). Try it, you're welcome.

Crystal Blue

Books are the food of love

“They had only ever discussed books but what, in this life, is more personal than books?” – Gabrielle Zevin

"Georgia Warhorse" by JJ Grey & Mofro

If this doesn't make you feel sexy you don't have a soul.

Oh hey Old Self, there you are!

Sometimes when Milton is napping I put on JJ Grey & Mofro and hang out in the kitchen trying out a new recipe.

It is on those days that I feel like a person, perhaps even a woman, and not just a mom.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Monday, July 14, 2014

For today

I find myself lingering in the moments alone with my son. I hold him a little too long before I put him in bed at night and I kiss him too many times when he wakes up in the morning. If he is enraptured by a small shovel and some sand I will sit a watch him until he's finished, heedless of whatever responsibilities loom outside of that perfect moment. We spend so much time together, hours piled into days on end, interrupted only briefly by outsiders. Whenever he's within arms reach I run my fingers through his hair and brush it off his forehead.

I catch myself thinking 100 times a day how incredible he is - how beautiful his face, how charming his giggle, how engaging his personality. He has a facial expression for every nuance of every situation. When he's learning something new his body becomes very still but his eyes are laser focused. When he's content his face is completely relaxed and his eyes will drift about in casual observation. When he's up to something he will look at me sideways with his eyebrows raised. When he's happy his smile is so bright you could see it from outer space.

Our time together has always been precious, but it seems more urgent now that change is on the horizon. In a few short months he will have a sister and our alone time will inevitably diminish. I have decided not to mourn this change. I believe that the joy will outweigh the loss and I do not mourn. But I do allow myself the indulgence of savoring, of allowing each exquisite moment to last as long as possible.

Change comes soon enough and childhood is too terribly short, but today, he is small and he is mine.