– So we’re settling into our new life as a family of four with Anthony back at work and me back to slingin’ poo in diaper mines. The thing about being alone all day with a five year old, an infant, and five cats is that everyone needs something, desperately, during the exact moment that everyone else needs something. I’m on an endless merry-go-round of diapers-cuddles-nurse-sandwich-take me potty-let me out-let me in-pet me-change me-play with me-rock me – fold the laundry-water the garden-get the door-answer email- play with me-play with me-play with me-play with me – now now now. Someone is either fussing, meowing, or grabbing my face and asking, directly into my ear, are you ready now? will you do it now? how about now? I’m functioning pretty well considering I’m low on sleep and often don’t have a chance to eat. It’s remarkable how often eating breakfast gets pushed back until it can be called lunch –or sometimes, dinner. I thought the big challenge would be lusting over time to myself or lamenting the lack of showers in my life, but those things have been manageable. I’m not sure if it’s easier this time, or just less of an adjustment shock, or if I’m somehow better at this, but rough moments aside we’re doing pretty well overall. Frankly, better, much better, than I expected.
– I’m always careful to nurse on both sides to ensure my milk flow is evenly distributed, so imagine my horror when I looked in the mirror and saw one boob looking noticeably larger than the other. After a moment’s freak out I realized I had shoved both nursing pads into the same side by accident.
– Today is my Dad’s birthday. We gave Elias the middle name of Lars to celebrate his Papa, and he is such a sweet and easygoing baby I wonder if he might have some of my Dad’s temperament, too. That would be a wonderful. My Dad gave me my love of the bizarre and strange, my aptitude and appreciation of music, and my long legs and bird feet. I’m so proud that he didn’t give up in the face of his alcoholism and came back even stronger than before.
– I had a gift card for Jamba Juice that had been languishing at the bottom of my purse for a year now (I have a tendency to hoard gift cards, worrying that if I use it I will then face an emergency that only a gift card to my local strip mall can prevent). I ended up having to take the kids with me to the AT&T store to fix a problem with my phone and I dreaded the kind of meltdown waiting forever in such a boring store would induce. I promised Isobel a reward of a Jamba for good behavior. While we waited she saw them prepare a shot of wheatgrass for a customer and watched in horror as he drank a green potion that was essentially the same thing she’d created dozens of times while playing “mud cook.” Except it wasn’t, not really, I assured her, though I could tell by her face she remained unconvinced. As far as she was concerned this guy just drank a child’s teacup worth of lawn clippings.
– My sister is in town for an all-too-brief visit. She lives near D.C. with her husband and animals and flies out as often as she can, which is usually once every other year. She timed this visit to coincide with the birth of her new nephew. My sister lived with us for about two years and during that time Isobel grew up with her always around. She always brings a ton of gifts for Isobel. This time Auntie T came bearing a copy of Frozen, which although she didn’t like it at first, grew on her. She’s only seen it three times total at this point, so she doesn’t really know any of the songs, but I caught her singing, “It’s cold! So cold! It’s really cold now! Snow! Cold forever!” and I’m pretty sure that was her ode to the movie.
– As of last weekend, my cousin is officially a doctor! I’m going to have to call her Doctor Liz now. My whole family could not be more proud of her and all the hard work it took to get here.
– Last week we opened two fantastic presents from twitter buds Keli and NatalieJannette. They both actually arrived a few days before, landing on our porch with a satisfying thud-thud, one after another, but Isobel’s room was a disaster and I wouldn’t let her open them until the situation had improved. I stuck them in the laundry room for safekeeping and totally forgot about them until Keli messaged me. (I’m slightly concerned my case of Mom Brain might be fatal.) Each gift contained something wonderful for Elias (handmade burp cloths! adorable onesies!) and a sweet present for big sis. It was so thoughtful and really kept my spirits up during a hard week at home. Thank you so much for thinking of me, friends.
– I’m having camera troubles. Yet again. This time it’s not worth it to send it out for repairs. I’m using the same old Canon Rebel that I got back in 2005. It’s seen heavy use and more than its fair share of adventure. It might just be time to move on, no matter now sad this makes me.
Follow Friday: Night Drive. Experimentation with sticking my camera out the sunroof of a car at night and the funniest tweets of the week.
Snapshot 5.21.14. Making a Big Decision, exploiting our high-fiveing cat, and Things That Make Me Vomit news.
Scrapbook: Babyface. He is so great you guys. So so so so great.
Thrifty Giving: OMG Shoes & Cigar Smoking Bears. “Only you can prevent forest fires, Angela, because we sure as hell aren’t.”
Scrapbook: Home Life. Ten photos of home.
Sponsor Spotlight: Little Big Bazaar. These are a few of my favorite things.
Keyboard Cat does Miley Cyrus. The highest, purest use of the internet.
Remember when i drew this for a robocop colouring contest? By Jenny S, Age 33.
How To Goodbye Depression: If you constrict anus 100 times everyday. Malarky? or Effective Method? An actual title of a book found in a library. (Maybe that’s why I have depression. Not enough ass play.) You need to see this post by Awful Library Books.
Metropolitan Museum of Art Releases 400,000 Images into the Public Domain. What a fantastic resource. Via @schmutzie
Drunk Fish Convince Sober Ones to Follow Them Around. “We’re going streaking!” Via oodja
Here’s What a 30,000-piece vinyl collection looks like. I love libraries of all sorts. Via vinylhunt
Missed Connections for Assholes. “I wish you could literally not live without that salsa, because then I would take it from you.” Via The Very Nice and Well-Mannered Ellen
Wear your Instagram shots on your sneakers. I’m curious about how this will turn out.
Greenwashing: A Primer for the Home. Want to help the Earth? Avoid getting tricked by business with these tips.
Snapshot 05.29.13. Eating my way through the multicultural food at Isobel’s preschool potluck, Poppy’s locked in a garage adventures, and a decade of marriage.
Recipe: Peanut Sesame Noodles with Chicken and Vegetables. Perfect for summer.
Scrapbook: San Francisco Day Trip. Happy with how these photos turned out using just my iphone.
Thrift Store Gore: Sexy Cows. We live in dairy country. Our thrift stores are always filled with bovine horrors.
Reuse Roundup: DIY Heart Clip. My people use all parts of the hair accessory.