– It’s my birthday today! Creme brulee is in my future.
– There is an ice cream man who visits our neighborhood every day for an hour who is trying to make me go insane. He stays in our neighborhood, within earshot of my house, for a full hour every day. A full goddamn hour. He bought some weird midi mix for his truck that is primarily made up of Christmas hymns and the occasional off-key version of La Cucaracha and Love Me Tender. Combine this daily event with all the migraines I’ve been having and it’s slow form of torture. One day he stopped in front of our house for like 20 minutes and he just left the music going. No kids were around, in fact, no one was around. He was probably texting or something. The music was driving me crazy just like that episode of TNG where Deanna Troi is driven insane by psychic music projected directly into her brain. I cannot wait until fall is here and with it harsher temperatures to end his reign of terror. Anthony thinks I’m ridiculous.
– I really feel terrible all the time. This pregnancy is really taking its toll on me both physically and emotionally. I saw my doctor on Monday and he assured me this was all normal and that every pregnancy is different. Even though I can barely eat and have hardly gained any weight my belly is getting nice and big and the baby’s heartbeat was strong and immediate. Although I’m still having emotional moments I don’t feel as anxious about the baby’s health like I did before. “You just needed to cry in front of the doctor a bit,” Anthony said, putting his arm around me after we left the appointment. He was probably right. Instead of getting upset that I feel so poorly I’ve been trying to limit my expectations for what I can get done in a day and instead rest and take care of myself more. My first priority is to grow a human, and that’s not a simple task. I shouldn’t feel bad about that.
– Anthony and some Legophile friends decided to capitalize on Isobel and Kingston’s love of Legos by taking a trip to the Lego store in Dublin. After spending so many days couped up in the house I was eager to go and get out. I had a few moments of thinking that going was maybe a mistake but I managed to recover each time and I am so glad I went. It was so fun to get out and bullshit with friends while looking at cool Lego sets and displays. In the store they had a little display that allowed you to put together three custom mini figs for ten dollars and since we had few female characters in Anthony’s childhood Legos we made all girls for her. After the store we were all ravenous and we found a lovely, absolutely wonderful and extremely affordable sushi place across from the mall. It was a great day.
– Besides constantly wanting to play with Legos, Isobel’s other current obsession is Superheroes. Batman was just a gateway drug and now she’s hooked on the animated versions of Spiderman and company, the Justice League and the Avengers. Netflix has a great collection of series and movies and Isobel has seen just about all of them a few times. Between the Legos and the Superheroes, Anthony is having the time of his life playing with her.
– There is a super hero in the Justice League called Hawk Girl who, unsurprisingly, looks very much like both a hawk and a girl. Isobel has somehow gotten it in her head that her name is “Waffle Girl” and sticks by this opinion with a frightening tenacity. If I slip and call her Hawk Girl by accident she’ll say, “What did you say, Mama? What did you call her?” Until I respond, “Oh. Uh. Sorry. I meant Waffle Girl.” To which she’ll reply, “Yep, you did.”
– Even though I’m stuck spending way more time on the couch than I’d like it’s really not a bad time in history to be laid up. Smart phones make all the difference. I don’t feel lonely even when Anthony and Isobel are out having a good time because friends are a visit to twitter or instagram or a text away. I have an endless supply of reading material thanks to ebooks, blogs, news articles, and the ability to ask the internet basically any question I can think of. There’s even Facebook for checking in with family. It could be way worse. I’m thankful for this technology.
– Our new computer has finally come! Hooray! Now comes the laborious process of getting it all set up and transferring all of our data from our 3 hard drives. Which Anthony will be doing. I have no idea when this will be complete but my life will be so, so much simpler when it’s done.
– The sad part about technology, though, is that through the magic of the timehop app I’m able to see how often I’ve had migraines in this day in history. Quite often, unfortunately.
– We talk about the baby with Isobel a lot and all the fun things she’ll be able to do with a brother or sister as well as all the little things that will change. She was busy building a Batcave out of Legos when I told her that we’ll have to clean up all the Legos when she’s not playing with them to keep them out of the way of the baby. “I’ll have to clean up my Legos?” she said, her brow furrowing thoughtfully. After a moment she continued, “If I have to clean up my Legos I don’t think I want the baby anymore. That’s okay, Mama. No baby. I’d rather have Legos.” Too bad it doesn’t work that way, Sweetheart!
– Anthony has been such a wizard lately. In addition to fixing our broken washing machine like a motherfucking sorcerer, he and my D. ad managed to install a sprinkler in the corner of our lawn that never received enough water. Our lawn has basically died because even when I was well enough to water it every day we just didn’t have enough sprinklers to cover the area. In one day and with zero experience Anthony added a new sprinkler and replaced all of our other ones. It’s a miracle to me. He is getting so much done and being so productive even as I wear the groove into the couch a big deeper by the day. I am so proud of him. We have plans for the house and the yard and I can’t wait for it all to come together.
– While they were working on the yard an enormous praying mantis climbed onto my Dad’s shoulder and worked its way up to his hat where he sat there while my Dad mowed the back lawn. It was so cute and Isobel thought it was hilarious.
Scrapbook: Home Life. Ten photos of home.
Thrifted Maternity Closet: Week 15. My DGAF outfit.
Little Big Kitchen: Food Links. Recipes and helpful kitchen tips.
Snapshot 10.09.13. First dates, broken washing machines, unruly hair.
Isobel’s Summer Closet: Thrifted Summer Outfit Roundup. My non-imaginary, dressed toddler.
Follow Friday: Golden Gate. The best tweets of the week plus photos of the Golden Gate.
Sponsor Spotlight: Little Big Bazaar. A few of my favorite things.
The Science of Eating Babies. I’m more of a huffer. Via the non-cannibalistic (probably) Ellen.
Study Finds That Reading Great Novelists Can Increase Emotional Intelligence. “Reading sensitive and lengthy explorations of people’s lives, that kind of fiction is literally putting yourself into another person’s position — lives that could be more difficult, more complex, more than what you might be used to in popular fiction. It makes sense that they will find that, yeah, that can lead to more empathy and understanding of other lives.” Via @openculture
You may have seen a better-timed cat photo today, but it’s doubtful.
Do you have a delightful homemade Halloween costume to share? Send them to Alix and they might end up on Modern Kiddo! Perfection not required. :)
Game: Ikea product or death metal band? Warning, if you guess incorrectly (as I did), you are rewarded with a loud buzzer. Turn the volume down first if you are at work or cradling a newborn.
Brides throwing cats. No cats were harmed in the making of these photos. Bridesmaids, however… Via Ellen
The Great Library at Alexandra was destroyed by budget cuts, not fire. Let’s not allow history to repeat itself. Via
Like pumpkin as much as I do? Apparently their seeds are pretty healthy. Also, very delicious.
Thrifty Holidays: Tips for Decorating for the Holidays on a Budget. I’m convinced thrifting solves most of life’s problems.
Recipe: Dirt Candy. This is so, so good.
Scrapbook: Hunting Acorns. We’re doing this again this year.
Home Movies: My Baby Jaguar Impersonation. I humiliate myself via youtube.
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