– It took two tense, swear-filled days but my husband managed to fix our washing machine! He is some sort of miracle-working wizard because he knew exactly zero about the inner workings of the sacred machine that cleaned countless loads of soiled diapers, acres of our clothes and linens, and dozens of bathmats polluted with cat urine before accomplishing this feat. This is the first and only washer we’ve ever had and it’s been going strong since 2003 when we first moved to our apartment. Before that it lived a full 12 years (at least) with another family and who knows its history from before then. All I know is that I’m counting on it to get us through another cycle of cloth diapers with our next kid and hopefully by the time it finally goes to that refurbished washing machine store in the sky Anthony will have another job and we won’t be so strapped for cash. Anthony watched a few videos on YouTube, took the machine apart and used his mathmagical powers to fix it. We bought a $45 dollar part but in the end he said a rubber band is what made the difference.
– In addition to giving me migraines, pregnancy hormones sometimes make me crazy. Like, I turn into Turbo Bitch crazy and I become irritable and cranky AND FOR GOD’S SAKE WOULD THE UNIVERSE STOP MAKING THAT HORRIBLE NOISE bitchy. When I was pregnant with Isobel that kind of crazy was more of a daily reality and woe to the coworker who tried to make me life a forty-pound box while pregnant. Sure, that was wrong of him. But he suffered for his mistake. I made sure of that. I sort of feel bad about my previous behavior and so far I’ve only had a few days where I felt like strangling the human race with a string made from its own intestines, and thankfully since I’m not working this time I have made an effort to sequester myself as soon as I feel the flames on the side of my face rising. That said, I hope my hormones don’t take this as an invitation for Turbo Bitch to take up residence in my body again. That would be unfortunate. For everybody.
– You may have noticed Isobel’s haircut.I love it short but after her last hair cut she had really been wanting it to grow out so she could have long hair like Mama. This is just a bad decision at this age because she inherited my fine-as-cornsilk hair that resists holding a part and prefers to grow straight down over her face. We try to keep it in check with a clip but she sneaks it out when we’re not looking and most often runs around looking like a bangless Mowgli (particularly given her affinity for eschewing all clothes but underwear.) It’s hard to keep it neat when it’s longer and she doesn’t often have the patience for me to put it up. I didn’t want to engage in a power struggle over her hair, though, so I agreed that we wouldn’t get it cut as long as she let me brush out the tangles once to several times a day. I explained that long hair gets very tangley and everyone with long hair has to deal with brushing out the knots. She stoically let me brush and comb her hair for months until one day she saw the brush coming and turned to me and said, “Mama. I think I’m changing my mind about something. I think I’m changing my mind about long hair.” We were relieved. We wanted it to be her choice, and, finally, it was.
– After my call for baby wrap and carrier recommendations, Little Big reader Andi went further than that and actually sent me her old Ergo carrier (plus little gifts and treats for Isobel!). I am really touched by her generous gift because it would be a struggle for us to find one on our own that we could afford. Thank you, Andi!
– We took Isobel to a local pumpkin patch for fun last week and she ended up with a collection of small pumpkins. As sad as I am that I neglected our garden and pretty much murdered our baby pumpkins, I’m glad that we went and indulged Isobel’s desire for about a dozen small pumpkins. They are cheap and she has been playing with them nonstop since then. Her favorite game so far is “indoor pumpkin patch.”
– Our friends Ellen and Ivan celebrated both of their birthdays plus their wedding anniversary by renting out a local historic movie theater and throwing a party for their family and friends. It was Isobel’s first real movie theater experience besides the disastrous time my MIL tried to take a one-year-old Isobel to see a movie and they didn’t even make it through the previews. She sat next to Kingston for awhile but about halfway through the experience became too intense and we hung out in the glamorous, restored-vintage lobby instead. We had a great time and I’m so fortunate to know such an awesome couple. Every year an anniversary is celebrated is another year that marriage is beating the odds. Congratulations, you guys.
– Isobel and I are number 39 on Huffington Post’s Family Halloween Costume List!
– My friend Laurel agreed to babysit Isobel for us last week but in my migraine-haze I misread the time and the couple we were meeting wouldn’t be available until 8 instead of 6 like I had scheduled. The nice thing was that Laurel ended up staying until 8 when we dropped Isobel off at my parents’ house, so she pretty much babysat our whole family for two hours. I completely recommend scheduling your friends to come over to babysit you because then you have an excuse to hang out together.
Little Big Bazaar: Sponsor Spotlight. A few of my favorite things from Little Big sponsors and around the web.
Follow Friday: The Peanut Gallery. The very best tweets and photos from my pregnancy with Isobel.
Better late than never? I continue to convalesce.
Snapshot 10.02.13. Zombies & Bacon, full-on pregnant lady, and tears for Yosemite.
Scrapbook: Sick Day. I’m on Day10 of a migraine and I’ve lost the will to live.
Thrifted Maternity Closet: Week 14. Suddenly, I am huge.
In the Garden: Roses. One of the first things I ever photographed was the roses in my backyard. I still love to photograph them.
Litographs. Some of these designs are more successful than others, but the ones that are successful are amazing. Via the always successful Ellen.
“The bill may pass, but the firstborn shall be ours.” Bring us the firstling!
Get to know your onions and vastly improve the taste of your food. Onions are the backbone of eating.
It’s Decorative Gourd Season, Motherfuckers. An oldie but goodie.
Drawing of a drowning polar bear being simultaneously eating by a lobster and a shark. While I find this drawing hilarious this article is about so much more. Conservation and the ‘surrealist performance art’ of endangered animals in the media.
Menace. So glad Allie’s back. This comic is extra funny to me because I not only have a four-year-old, but this is kind of exactly how pregnancy hormones make me feel. MUST. EXPLOIT. BITCHY. HORMONAL. POWER.
Depression. A collection of cartoons and illustrations depicting the experience of depression.
Recent Vintage Finds. Cedar always finds great stuff!
Now is the time of cheese. I could have told you that, the Atlantic.
Bubble Soccer. This is so funny. Via Star Bubble Goalie, Ellen.
Flying Eagle Point of View. If you haven’t seen this video yet, recorded from the back of a soaring eagle, you need to.
Why do libraries have that smell? This smell is very dear to me.
Watch a cat unlock the iPhone 5s. Of course I will! Via TechCrunch
Underwater Silhouette Paintings. Love this craft idea from Make and Takes.
Thrifty Holidays: DIY Kiki’s Delivery Service Costume. She still plays in this costume.
Scrapbook: New Umbrella. Some of my favorite photos in the history of ever.
Thrift Store Score: Rainbow of Cloth Napkins. I keep collecting more.
Life List: Whale Watching. I try to cross something off my life list each birthday.
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