– I’m still slowly recovering from last week’s stomach bug. When I get really sick I always lose my appetite and then have to slowly build myself back up to three meals a day. This is probably Crohn’s-related because Anthony had no trouble acclimating to normal life at all, whereas I still feel like my energy isn’t 100% yet. The day I was the sickest I slept for over fourteen hours while Anthony grew increasingly weary of watching the baby while still recovering himself and increasingly anxious about my health. When I finally woke up he basically said to me, “Oh my god, you slept fourteen hours and I was so worried about you and goodbye I am going to take a nap.”
– I think my water pumpkin isn’t going to make it.
– Quite often Isobel will stop and ask me the date. This is very important for some reason. Sometimes if she thinks she is falling asleep, she’ll ask me what date it is over and over to stay awake. Yesterday we were return from swimming lessons when she stopped the conversation to ask 1. what day it was, and 2. on what street we were driving. It was then that I started to suspect she might actually be a time traveler.
– I tried to give Anthony a great Father’s Day even though it was low-key from recovering from our illness and simple because, obviously, we’re broke. I think it was a good day. He stayed out all night with his friends the night before, slept in, saw a movie, napped, and then I cooked him and my parents some hamburgers with sweet potato fries and mango with tajin for dessert. Yum yum.
– Isobel has started swimming lessons again without incident–if you count showing up six hours early ‘without incident.’ Which I totally do because I was worried there’d be tears and shrieking and the lamentations of the women over getting in a pool with a stranger and being dunked repeatedly underwater like some form of torture. We didn’t get to do swimming lessons last year because of Anthony’s extended recovery from shoulder surgery, though the year before that Isobel and I took a Mommy and Me class which was fraught with struggle. I had been waiting to take my child to a Mommy and Me swimming class since, I don’t know, my whole goddamned life, but the anticipation quickly turned to dread when she behaved as if she was a cat and the pool was, well, a pool. Eventually she struck a reluctant truce with the pool and these days she loves swimming, provided her face never experience even a hint of moisture. Which is why she is one of the few people I know who think appropriate swim attire includes a tiara. I was downright nervous for this year’s swimming class but she is doing great. She’s the most hesitant and cautious one in her class (with the exception of when her teacher asks them to do “tiger arms”) and she is so proud to learn to swim “like a big girl.” I am so proud, too.
Life List: Grow a Garden Full of Poppies. Life lists aren’t always full of grand gestures or exciting trips. Some of them are about slow and steady work toward a meaningful goal.
Scrapbook: To The Best Man I Know. My husband is a fucking awesome dad.
Snapshot, continued. I caught Anthony’s barf virus. Unfavorite.
Recipe: Sloppy Joes, Slop Sloppy Joes. Turns out homemade is miles better than from a can. Who knew?
Make Your Own Harry Potter Wand. Magical! I can’t wait until Isobel is a bit older and we can do this together.
SF Conservatory Bloom Guide. Planning a trip to the San Francisco Conservatory? This handy guide will tell you what’s in bloom.
The Quest. The Amazing Race meets Middle Earth? You have my attention.
The Library of Unborrowed Books. An art installation made up of library books that were never checked out. Lots of Thrift Store Gore-type finds there, I bet.
Kanye West Lyric or Lucille Bluth Quote? Harder than you might think.
Nine lies to unlearn before it’s too late. They need to start discussing these in high school.
180 Book Recommended by TEDsters. I could sort through this looking for good books for a long time.
Thrift Store Score: Toys for Isobel. At this point her only non-thrifted toys are from other people.
Recipe: Apple Bacon Cheddar Quesadillas. So good.
Thrifty Crafting: The Sweetheart Patch. How my Mom used to mend my clothes.
Scrapbook: To The Best Man I Know. He only gets better with time.
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