26 February 2007

Oh, fuck...

Jim said he saw a mouse in the kitchen.

I don't do rodents. Despite the fact that I grew up in a house with hamsters, guinea pigs, and both indoor and outdoor rabbits, wild rodents that are not invited in I just can't do. And somehow, I'm left to scour the kitchen and make sure every crumb is off the floor and the whole place is spotless. Easier said than done, as we have (a) a baby who adores throwing cheerios around and (b) the worlds ugliest kitchen floor. Now ugly isn't a problem in and of itself when it comes to cleanliness, but this floor, which was installed sometime circa 1970, it horrid. A construction manager lived in this house back then, doing many repairs himself (some good, like the gorgeous stone fireplace, others bad, like using gas pipes to replace the under sink plumbing - gas pipes erode and fall off when water runs through them for 30+ years). But as a guy, you can just see him saying to himself, "These tiles are GREAT! They totally hide any dirt!" What that means for us is that we usually can't find the cheerios Natalie throws on it till we step on them. Usually in bare feet, of course. It's rediculous. You have to get down on hands and knees and look sideways to try and find anything. Sometimes we have to breakout the flashlight in broad daylight to find that piece of muffin she chucked off her highchair. So the task of cleaning and keeping clean the kitchen? Yeah, it's going to suck.

25 February 2007


I love the snow. It makes me giddy with excitement to watch it come down and slowly add up to lots of white fluffiness. I love the way everything is quiet. How if you listen carefully, you can hear the giggles and squeels of kids three blocks over trying to sled down their wee little front yards. How the neighbors come out en masse to shovel, bundled up in odd assortments of hats, scarves, mittens, flannel pants. I love when the snow wasn't predicted - when the weatherman said we'd have a wintery mix which means sleet/rain/ice/sludge - but instead we're getting a steady downpour of white stuff. At least 5 inches last I was out and it's not letting up. I love the way the trees bow over, heavy with snow, and the giggles of my daughter when we whack the branches and watch them spring upwards as their heavy burden is lifted.

However, despite all this warm fuzziness, I do not like the fact that we all have colds, how Jim's is going on 2+ weeks which means he feels he has a right to be uber cranky and mope and play on itunes all day while I, with a fever and writing to catch up on (that I'm getting PAID for), am left to take care of Natalie, who is cranky from some combination of not feeling well and possibly getting some more teeth. Not to mention the fact that this snow wasn't predicted so the roads are terrible and we might have to nix our oscar night take-out plans. Bummer. I was really looking forward to the Zagat's rated chicken, fries, and slaw from the local Peruvian hole-in-the-wall place.

19 February 2007

Introverts of the world, unite!

Would it be obnoxious to email this article to all my friends and make them read it? I did send it to Jim, and it totally opened his eyes to some things I've never been able to fully explain why I feel certain ways.

10 February 2007

08 February 2007

Time flies

Tomorrow, my dear sweet Natalie, you turn ONE. I'm shocked that this date is already here, and I can't stop the flashbacks going through my head of what I was doing THIS INSTANT one year ago RIGHT NOW. I believe I was at work, packing things up for tomorrow was going to be my last day. Little did I know I'd be leaving early with amniotic fluid leaking out of me and be sent by the doctor directly to the hospital. Insane. Now I know why my mom still gets a little weepy every year on my birthday. I will never forget that day, the day you were born.

You are a joy to have around. You've started the brave transition from crawling to walking. It's more of a Frakenstein lurch than any sort of graceful promenade, but you've got the basics down and are sometimes daring enough to take the 5 or 6 steps between me and daddy. You drink only from a sippy cup now and have finally shown interest in eating in the morning. Before last week you couldn't have cared less about food till you'd been up and at 'em for at least 2 hours. Now, half an hour after waking you are yammering for cheerios (a.k.a. crack for babies) and your morning fruit with cinnamon and yogurt. You babble non stop sometimes. I like to think I hear you saying words like "hi" and "dadee" and "all done," but I think I'm really just kidding myself. You bring so much laughter into our lives, sometimes without meaning to. You are just so damn cute we can't stand it.

On Saturday, grandma and grandpa will be here as well as a few friends and we're going to have chilli and cupcakes and celebrate your first birthday. You'll remember none of this, but I promise to take lots of pictures of you smearing your face with cupcake frosting. Then when your prom date comes to the door 17 years from now, we'll have all sorts of fun things to show him.