– The other day while Isobel was sick and I was snuggling her on the couch when she turned to me and said, “Mama, I have a secret. I knew the baby was going to be a boy, but I wanted it to be a surprise.” It was so sweet and funny and unprompted – at least from my part. My mom and sister (and several dozen other people) had been saying it would be a boy from day 1. My mom even went so far as to thrift some boy clothes for me almost immediately after I announced my pregnancy. I had my suspicions but then I thought Isobel would be a boy from the beginning, too.
– It was our buddy Kingston’s fourth birthday party last weekend and he celebrated with a super-hero themed birthday party. Boats will always be his first and most undying love but under Isobel’s influence he’s taken a shine to Batman. He likes to pretend to be Batman, so all the kids at his party were encouraged to come in super-hero-related attire if they had it. Many of them did. Isobel was excited to wear her Pink Spiderman Girl costume but wanted to wear a jacket over it. I took photos of us in our party wear in front of the mirror (I was wearing a vintage muumuu) and I saw her slowly pull back her jacket to reveal the spider insignia as she whispered, “No one will know my secret identity.”
– I don’t have time to make cards these days so instead of a birthday card for Kingston I printed out this photo of him and Isobel and wrote our well-wishes on the back before tucking it in the gift bag. I decided I liked this idea so much I’m going to do it instead of cards from now on. Someone might not want to keep a card forever, or even a little while, but I think they are more likely to keep an enjoy a photo of themselves (or their kid or their pet) for long time. Plus, I take a lot of photos.
– My friend Laurel made me chocolate cookies and a bag of eggless cookie dough. I have been craving cookie dough ferociously for the last few weeks but uncooked eggs are verboten while pregnant. She gave me the most perfect gift in that little zippered bag. It’s gone now. I am bereft.
– Tomorrow much of the country will be celebrating Thanksgiving, though my family doesn’t have our meal together until the day after so that’s when I’ll be doing my marathon-cooking. The day-of we’ll be celebrating with Anthony’s family and I’ll be sitting back and living off the fat of the (Aunt’s and Uncle’s) land. My family doesn’t care about shopping and my aunt’s nursing home schedule makes it impossible to take vacation time on the actual day of Thanksgiving. I’m excited for Isobel to help this year since we’ll be celebrating at our house. I told her that one of the things she could help with is decorating the Thanksgiving table. She was so excited. “I’m going to decorate it for Valentine’s Day!” she exclaimed with glee.
– I am about four and a half months pregnant. I feel huge, exhausted, starving, and continually inclined to nap. This must be how Zorro feels permanently.
– I usually like to post something about donating toward a hunger relief effort on Thanksgiving. This year I posted it yesterday. I’d like to share the baby’s name tomorrow.
– Through a series of unfortunate events I have broken two dishes, shattered my iphone screen, and noticed that our laptop, whose battery died long ago, has a busted power cord. November has been so full of fuckery that if I hadn’t already been used to the fuckery of 2013 I’d be impressed.
Sponsor Spotlight: Little Big Bazaar. All the best stuff.
Scrapbook: Home Life. Ten photos of home.
Thrifted Maternity Closet: Week 21. The Hugening.
Recipe: Garlic Roasted Chicken Breasts. Really, a perfect dish.
Snapshot 11.20.13. I make promises about the future of Little Big.
Thrift Store Score: Vintage Buttons. Modern-day treasure.
Follow Friday: Guest Photographer Lauren Furlong. Amazing and gorgeous photography, hilarious tweets.
Unofficial Taxidermy Lego Set. I love this take on taxidermy. Via internet friend Liz.
The first leaked photo from the set of Star Wars Episode VII. It’s as wonderful as I thought it’d be. Via Rhymestyle
Martha Stewart can’t stop tweeting gross pictures of food. I’ve seen a few articles about this phenomenon lately and I think it’s hilarious. Oh, rich people. You so funny.
Evacuating spiders cover farmlands. This is incredible and terrifying. And I’m not even particularly squeamish or afraid of spiders. I hate to state the obvious, but, trigger warning: spiders. Lots and lots and lots of spiders. Via iboudreau
Finding love again. Some of you might remember the heartbreak of my friend Valerie unexpectedly losing her husband to cancer at the beginning of the year. Her blog is a remarkable tale of grief and pain and the struggle to heal. I am constantly amazed at how strong she is and am so happy she’s found happiness.
Help fund a playground. Kids in Fukushima, Japan, lack a safe place to play.
Help! My daughter-in-law has a name and talks! The tagline for this hilarious blog is “Telling advice column letter writers what they actually wanted to hear.” I have obviously won the MIL lottery. Via fierceflawless
Pimp My Desk. I go all out and decorate my library’s circ desk with inexpensive finds and thrift store scores. I do miss that part about work–the desk-pimping.
Thrifted Dress Up Chest. Although we’ve added to it considerably since then, here are the beginnings of the fantastic thrifted dress up chest.
Thrift Store Score: Stuff I Put On My Shelves. My house has changed a lot since then, so it’s nice to have photos.
Home Movies: Thrift Store Serenade. My friend Stef plays a piano in the middle of a thrift store.