Back next week with an epic update of the family trip! My parents just told us that for night 1, before we get to the manor in county Limerick, all 7 of us are staying in a bunkbedded one-room inn in Temple Bar;) This is going to be hilarious. Here goes!
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...to The Grateful Life where I am the guest blogger today for my galpal Trish! Change is never easy, but oh the other side can be oh so good :)
I can't even talk about how everything that could've gone wrong Saturday & Sunday did go wrong.
No show painter = day 1. 5 year old unable to paint inside the lines disguised as a middle aged painter= day 2. Paint colors look too blue not gray. (My fault, I didnt/couldn't test samples at new place before painting began.) Lesson learned. Hubby has an eye infection. I can't help fix paint and be around fumes. And the movers don't even get here til tmrw! Terrible horrible no good very bad weekend. I'm all about having perspective and all, but sometimes you just have to wallow in it. Pile of grumble right here. One day we will look back and laugh. Not for a while. As Lee said: comedy = tragedy + time. The paints have been selected (Benjamin Moore Graytint for Living Room/Hallway/Entry + Silver Dollar for Bedroom + not painting nursery/second bedroom just quite yet.) As much of a cleansing leaving a new apartment and setting up a new one is, it's also time to change things up. I love to shop but I like a stealy deal even more. And what puts a finishing touch on a new home? The scent. All accoutremonts aside, I really think there's nothing like a beautifully smelling apartment. The nesting thing seems to have hit me already! My four new fragrant splurges for 2A... (4th being Sabon Aroma Reed Diffuser: Gentleman, perfect for a powder room, photo unable to upload) In other news, I'm channeling the vibes of Georgie Girl today and realizing that in less than a month, my stomach sleeping ways are going to come to an end. But...how about this for some funny improv tummy relief?? Baby M Week 15 to come later on this tonight! It's not really expanding much down there, sorry for the bump bore. Bikram abs holding it all in right now! Ohhh this apartment...
I just had a moment with myself. Standing in the kitchen, almost totally packed up, Home Depot boxes are the decor of choice this week. My eyes, they got a little misty. This little junior 4 called home. We moved in when we were still on the falling in love ride that summer of 2009. It was the place we popped champagne with Chris & Linds the night of our engagement. It was where we had our first Christmas tree together, baked our first batch of holiday sugar cookies, and threw our first epic homemade pizza pie party. Eataly's convenient around the corner location makes us look like Batali sidekicks. We sat for hours in the office room during "the year of the wedding." Spreadsheets and seating charts covered the floor. So many moments of "Leeeeee, come here please!" and he'd swoop in and lean over with his chin on my shoulder as I stared at the computer screen: "are you OK with this timeline for the band?" "you sure you dont care AT ALL what flower your boutenniere is?" Marathon Breaking Bad & Dexter viewing sessions this winter. Waving to the Olsen twins. Giving Woody the duck his first stuffed perch. The hours and hours of summer evenings spent on the roof, dinner or drinks or taking in July 4th fireworks. Elizabeth's bachelorette party weekend lived on that roofdeck. Sharing wine with the doormen on New Year's Eve :) Lee's 30th Birthday surprise! Got you. And in April, it was in this tiny kitchen that I welcomed him home from work with the happiest news of our married life...a baby is on the way! This will always be our first home together. That place that was just ours, just perfect for us. {Moving Ramblings and Growing Up.} My friend Trish over at The Grateful Life provided some pretty powerful words to me yesterday when I needed it the most. Directing me to this blog, I found Tristan's paragraph to be one to parallel my own outlook these days. Postive connections, Trish reminded me. Let those and choosing kindness fuel your life (even when you want to inject a sassy remark or knee jerk reaction to something hurtful.)
"Im so sensitive to negativity these days. I still trip out when I hear people complaining or calling people out on shit, or being aggressive or straight up mean. I always think to myself, “Is that really necessary? Is anything good really going to come out of that? That is the nature of being human I supposed. I have been guilty to this behavior too, trust me, I am no saint. But as I grow older, I just imagine this world to be a more peaceful place, where we all work together. Where we actually communicate. Where we treat each other like family, like human beings, with real feelings, with real hearts. Where we just let people be." -T.P. Blogging about my daily life is just that---a string of pangs about this chunk of time. It is not meant to be some grand overarching commentary. I'm not looking to get 100 comments or reposts or the like. It's just meant to bookmark it all, keep friends and family up to speed, and have an outlet for all that flutters in this mind of mine. The mundane with the exciting. Because in doing so, I'm forming my own britannica for my children to read and pass along. And...perhaps it's silly to some post pregnancy cravings or how crisp an apple tastes to me at 15 weeks along, but in a tiny way those ramblings add to the volume I'm writing. The one of my 29th year. The pages I'll turn to when I look at my firstborn and think about our 24-7 New York City life way back when. How it went from nights out til the wee hours of the morning...to choosing milk over cocktails. I'll want to remember it all :) Sidenote: Poking fun is really unattractive and smells like frat floor. Before we got pregnant, I was obsessed with my friends babies (and still am.) I'm fascinated by their changes and developments and how these little human aliens (because they do look like that at first!) turn into these walking, talking, total hams who are mini slices of their parents. I just can't get enough. The differences, the similarities, the way one makes an expression and you think "oh my is THAT your mother!" The mini booties, the soft cuddly bears, and ruffle butt bloomers make the whole baby gear world that much more fun (and edibly cute.)
I've been overwhelmed these past two weeks with all the love in the form of emails, texts, cards, books and keepsakes for our little one on the way...all have warmed our heart and each warrented a tiny tummy pat from me just to remind this nugget that he/she is really loved. As I think down the road over the next year or so, I feel so fortunate to have a community of friends who are like family here. (We wont have the luxury of calling my parents or in-laws for a child-free errands run or desperately needed on the fly date night.) Ones that will be supportive of the tiny milestones our baby will hit, cheersing with us along the way. And ones that will unbegrudgingly make 9am the new hit brunch time on a Sunday morning or accept without question a 5pm weeknight dinner. Because that is coming people;) A big thank you to all those that have reached out to make that feeling so apparent to us these past few weeks...it is a priceless comfort to know this little guy or gal has so many anxioulsy awaiting their arrival. To my Dad...the soon to be newest Pap to our baby M: By living a life so rich in love, you showed your children what a great life looks like. You taught us to voice our pride and emotion. Your deep sense of self and strong character have always made you stand out and make me so proud to be your daughter. Today (and everyday)...thanks for being the best Dad around.
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AuthorSarah: one part of a family of THREE with my husband Lee and sweet girl Morgan, simply wanting to chronicle the path I'm on and the path that will come to be. For now it's NYC urban mamaville where everyday is a new adventure! (Actually, just getting to the post office is an adventure.) Ask Me Anything!Blogettes I LoveJoey & The Owl
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