We are leaving for Ireland this weekend. I will be back with new posts in a week or so, once we get settled. Have a great weekend!
musings on being a mom, wife, baby product consumer, birth information gatherer & other nonsensical things
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
AND, I Love You!
When I first met Alex and fell in love, the SSBs I discovered were at first charming, then odd, and now they drive me crazy! (I am sure this was mutual). SSBs are Secret Single Behaviors -- those things we all do in private when we are living alone and no one else can see. I think I first heard this phrase from Sex in the City.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Let Me Eat Cake
It is all coming back to me now. The moodiness and aches of the first trimester. I get so moody that I don't even recognize myself.
The other day my husband and I were walking through the park heading towards the Central Park Zoo and I decided to get an ice cream. I never get ice cream in Central Park because they are overpriced and usually not too yummy. But our days in New York were numbered and it seemed like such a "park" thing to do, so I figured, why not? Well, the ice cream I bought, a Strawberry Shortcake concoction to be specific, must have been a few years old. It was harder than the park benches.
The other day my husband and I were walking through the park heading towards the Central Park Zoo and I decided to get an ice cream. I never get ice cream in Central Park because they are overpriced and usually not too yummy. But our days in New York were numbered and it seemed like such a "park" thing to do, so I figured, why not? Well, the ice cream I bought, a Strawberry Shortcake concoction to be specific, must have been a few years old. It was harder than the park benches.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Start Spreading The News..... :)
My time in New York has been like a trashy romance novel: over the top, ridiculously short, and with an unrealistic plot.
I moved here after living in Los Angeles for more years than I care to count, and I distinctly remember how it felt disembarking from the plane when I arrived. It felt as though I could breath for the first time in years. I didn’t date much, but I felt my beshert was nearby. And indeed he was. I met him 18 months after setting foot in New York and in the slightly over 2 years since then, we have moved apartments 3 times, gotten married, and had a son.
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