– Last Thursday my friend Ellen, luckiest duck and winner of many contests, won us some tickets to a food-filled fundraiser called Edible Extravaganza. This is totally the place you want to be if you are pregnant and wanting to eat everything in sight–unless you also really like to drink. Then you might be sad. Tickets to Edible Extravaganza give you access to about 50+ restaurants and bars giving away sample portions of their specialty dishes and drinks in unlimited supply. I have to admit that I was a little jealous I couldn’t enjoy the pineapple upside down cocktail Angela drank or the lemon drop Ellen sampled but it was still a fantastic place to be a pregnant lady with a voracious appetite for sweets and carbs. I’m going to have to up my game for next year, though, because many of the delicious-sounding appetizers were spicy. But no matter, really, because there were so many different kinds of food. One catering business was even offering fried alligator, which we all sampled. I have an unofficial policy that whenever I’m out and someone offers me a an unusual bite of food that I normally wouldn’t have a chance to eat, by sweet summer fucks, I’ll try it. That’s how I ended up eating a cricket. The alligator was very mild but the texture was like that of overcooked shrimp, fibrous and chewy.
– Isobel only wants to wear my socks these days which makes it very difficult for me to find matching socks to wear.
– My friend Valerie took me thrifting and I’ve officially started the hunt for maternity clothes. Valerie offered her suggestion and fortunately there was lots of me to chose from. I am pretty sure there’s a lady who regularly donates to the Catholic thrift store who is my size and my taste exactly. I always find great things in just the right color. Isobel came with us and I have to say that she is fantastic to shop with. This wasn’t always the case, and I’m not sure if it was all the times we tried thrifting and I had to enforce the proper behavior or if she just grew into a kid who tolerates it, but it’s really fun to thrift with her. She doesn’t touch anything she shouldn’t, she stays right next to me without me having to monitor her location, and she doesn’t whine or complain or beg. I’m not sure how I lucked out (and of course this wasn’t always the case). As a reward for good behavior I always let her pick one thing to take home. This time it was a foam bat from the Halloween section that we both assumed was Batman. (Anthony set us straight. Not every bat-shaped item is from Batman.) Anyway, she is in love with this bat and has been taking it everywhere and playing with it nonstop. She now wants to be a bat for Halloween.
– Starting next week I’m going to post my thrifted maternity closet posts on Monday. I’m going to keep the vast majority of pregnancy, baby, and maternity talk to those posts. I know that’s not everyone’s cup of of tea so this way you can just skip those posts if you are so inclined. Besides I want to be sure I don’t lose the focus of this blog, which is creative domesticity and thrifted living, to too much baby discussion. I hope that even if you’re not into babies you might at least enjoy the photos of the thrifted outfits but if not you can safely skip Mondays and avoid most of the baby talk. That said, I am giving a small update here since it was too soon to post another outfit last Monday.
– I had my sonogram last week and it was not without incident. The person who scheduled the appointment screwed up and didn’t leave enough time for us to be seen. My appointment was at the end of the day and it was only by the sheerest of luck that the doctor was still around and willing to see us. I was so nervous about this appointment since I knew I could be up to 14 weeks (!!!) along. I was really afraid that something would be wrong with the baby or I’d lose the pregnancy because this year has been so awful for us that just seemed like something that would happen. And it took so long for us to get to get pregnant. But as soon as the sonogram machine was in place we saw a tiny, perfect, extremely wiggly little body appear on the monitor. I swear that baby was dancing. It was so good to see.
– We’re still playing lots of Lego Pirates of the Caribbean as a family, and it’s funny to note then when Isobel started playing she thought Orlando Bloom’s character was named “Wheel” instead of “Will.” As in, “Wheel Turner.”
Recipe: Pear, Fig & Brie Grilled Cheese Sandwich. I dream in shades of grilled cheese.
Snapshot 9.04.13. Tasha Yar, a betting pool and Treasureman.
Thrifted Maternity Closet: Week 10. Am I showing? Have I just had too much ice cream?
Follow Friday: Wildflowers by the Sea. My love letter to the internet.
An X-ray of a pregnant cat. This looks amazing and really, really uncomfortable.
How to turn outrage surrounding Trayvon Martin into action. I still feel rage whenever I think about what happened. I came across this long after the trial, but it has such great suggestions I think it’s well worth sharing.
Ten summer dishes that taste better the next day. Winter is full of these, and apparently, summer is, too.
Angry man picks fight with cat. Loses. Let this be a lesson to us all.
If Dr. Seuss Books Were Titled According to Their Subtexts. Pretty damn great.
A new way to keep guacamole green. I never would have thought of this!
The “Horrors” of Suffrage. Seems like a great place to meet new friends!
Finding that your old Legend of Zelda cartridge still has your childhood saved-game. Sick day done right. How amazing is this? I told him to keep it forever. Via @KeepingYouAwake
The crazy story of how Clue went from forgotten flop to cult triumph. I adore Clue and have from the moment I saw it on TV. I love it so much I have FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE. Via @bobtiki
Skype campaign digitally reunites people for family portraits. Sniffle. We should do this with my sister.
Scrapbook: I had a baby! It was hard. My thoughts on post-postpartum depression, including a pep talk for new parents who are finding things difficult and wondering what they are doing wrong. (Answer: nothing. This is probably the hardest thing you will ever do.)
Thrift Store Score: 1970s Kenner Tree Tot Family Tree House. I tell Anthony I feel like a baller for scoring such and amazing find. He tells me I must not understand what that word means.
Scrapbook: Isobel & Kingston’s First Fair Together. Isobel begins her illustrious quest to hug every goat in the petting zoo.
Scrapbook: Bag Lady. I unintentionally make myself cry.
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