The awesome, inspiring, and very real Mollie from over on Momconformist tagged me for this one. Enjoy, and be sure to check out her fun post, too!
5. Go to their blog/twitter and tell them that you’ve tagged them.
Here’s a random one of me and Andy from Christmastime with of both of us squinting like crazy. Ida is cute!!!
1. My favorite food is bagels and cream cheese. Always and forever.
2. I’m currently in love with chevron patterns and vintage maps.
3. I have lived in six states and seven cities in my life.
4. I sing everything out loud now that I have a baby.
5. I can’t wear heels. I weeble and wobble and fall over – I’m terrified to put them on now that I have Ida.
6. I have an obsession with baking muffins. I could live on muffins – savory, fibrous, protein-filled, sweet, yogurty, fruity, vegetabley, meaty, cheesy, oaty…
7. I can’t help but organize my purses and bags every few days.
8. I’m a night owl.
9. Daisies are my favorite flower.
10. I wish I could dress like Mary Crawley in Downton Abbey.
11. I love the color aqua.
2. If you could go anywhere in the world, all expenses paid, where would you go? I would like to stay on one of those cliffsides by the ocean in Greece, in a white stone house with windows open to the moon and the ocean breeze and a wire bed with cozy lightweight afghans.
3. Would you rather read a book or see its movie equivalent? I would always rather read a book, but I LOVE comparing book and movie versions.
4. Sweet snacks or salty snacks? Despite my inordinate love for chocolate and a need for sweets after dinner, I do prefer salty snacks.
5. What’s your biggest pet peeve? Swearing. Especially among classy people.
6. What’s your favorite thing to do that makes you feel like a little kid again? Swing on a swingset!
7. Caffeine: coffee, tea, soda, or none? I drink everything decaf if possible. Love coffee with lots of flavored creamer and tea, though.
8. How old are you and what’s the very best thing about being that age? I’m almost 26 and I love feeling like my whole life is still ahead of me but I am already getting to live it.
9. If you could only listen to one CD for the next 6 months, what would it be? Toss-up between Owl City’s latest album and Coldplay’s X&Y album.
10. Are you a morning person or a night person? Definitely a night person. It’s toned back now I’ve got baby but I hate ending the day and going to bed.
11. Should the toilet paper hang over the front or back of the roll? The front. Is there anyone who likes it hanging down the back? I’ve always wondered.
1. What is your favorite pair of shoes?
2. What kind of car do you drive?
3. How would you describe your style?
4. What is your favorite color combination?
5. What would you have for dinner tonight if you could have anything?
6. Walk or run for exercise?
7. Most treasured possession?
8. Favorite vacation memory?
9. If you were having a daughter right now, what would you name her?
10. Favorite way to spend an evening?
11. Favorite song?
Well, friends, I’ve officially become a human again. Sure, things aren’t perfectly smooth… baby is upstairs squawking in her bed sleepily instead of actually sleeping, I made a green smoothie that tastes like brown water and I insist on eating it anyways and my plan to eat healthier resulted in a major oversupply of perishable food in my kitchen.
But four months after her birth?
This little munchkin is (generally) sleeping, eating and playing like a champ, and actually prefers to spend portions of the day left alone on her playmat, in her exersaucer, under her mobile, in her jumperoo or simply swinging to contemplate life, practice new skills and, let’s be real, munch her hands.
And so I have some freedom to keep a cautious, hovering kind of distance (periodically rescuing her from scooting off the playmat and forcing her to slow down once in a while to take a nap, which she may or may not comply with). And so first I began cooking dinner again. (If you count popping frozen lasagnas in the oven cooking.) Then I began putting real clothes on instead of just a clean set of pjs/sweats/yoga pants/robe. Then I joined Pinterest (follow me!). Then I began to decorate my home again. Then I began to really cook, I mean to the point of buying a stalk of brussels sprouts (the resulting half-chopped stalk sticking a foot out of the trash can made for an interesting conversation piece for my sister’s visiting friends.) and making risotto for New Years.
And now, I will begin to write again. I forgot how much I like it. So stick with me, I’ve got a lot to say.
…or at least, you’d better, or Papa’s comin’ after you.
Here we are, for a nice swim across the pond. Enjoying the sun and the surf.
After a nice meal and a wallow in the mud puddles on the other side, Papa says “YES, little family, we shall sally forth once again.”
Papa: ”Let us approach yonder bank.”
Mama: “Dear, are you sure this is going to work?” Papa: “My love, it is the most ultimate in feeding.”
“Mama, mama! I can’t do it. Wait, mama, COME BACK!!!’
“MAMA, THIS ISN’T WORKING EITHER!!!” ”Dear, I’m slightly concerned.” ”My love, this is the real world… Hark! Do I sense intruders on our idyllic land?”
“How DARE you intrude upon my family’s place of peace?” ”Dear, is this really necessary?”
“Be gone, foul beast!” ”MAMA! MAMA! What is going ON?!”
“When I said gone, I meant GONE! Get ye forever rid of this place!”
“VERMIN! SLIME!” ”Dear, you’re freaking out the children.”
“Behold! I espy another danger to our peaceful nest!” ”Chill out, freakshow.”
“Mama, we’re scared.” ”Dear, I think it’s time to calm down and get the kids in for their nap.” ”I AM KING! KING! ALL YE GEESE BEHOLD I AM KING!”
We have two herons roaming round these parts. But my personal favorite is Stan, our blue heron. I’ve mentioned him before, and it was requested that I please give some visualization to this combover that I speak of.
Do you see that cowlick of black hair that stays so nicely poised right off the back of his head? Well, when it’s windy, that combover doesn’t stay so nicely slicked back…. and it gives me quite the giggles. I love it when he folds that giraffe neck into his body to protect against the chilly wind, and all you can see is that combover flapping about in the breeze. Along with those wild chest hairs. I think perhaps he needs a waxing appointment.
Hi everybody. Do you remember me? Leah?
I’ve been sort of MIA and I have my reasons. One reason is that I think this winter is trying to do me in.
I’ve been house bound by snow and ice.
I got the stomach flu.
It finally got sunny and the sunny warm weather gave me a severe head cold.
I can’t get over the head cold because I think my geese are going through some kind of frightening mating season or something and have decided that each of them has a responsibility to be a foghorn starting at about 6:00 am.
I wanted it to rain so that hopefully they’d all peel away to their little nests and leave me alone and also so that the crusted salt would disappear from the roadways; so the winter gave me rain that decided to leak through my bedroom window and severely disturb my sleep and peace of mind.
The rain didn’t deter the geese one tiny bit.
I’m serious. I think that I did something to offend the winter.
I haven’t been writing because my wonderful husband dragged my iMac into the bedroom this past week and set it up on the dresser so that I could stay in bed, watch Netflix and nurse my various ailments. It’s sort of hard to think about composing a coherent blog post when I’m surrounded by pillows, down comforters, glasses of ginger ale and used tissues. Not to mention when I can’t really read type from across the room.
Man I am such an awesome person today.
But today, even though I stayed in bed until noon and nearly cried when I woke up because of the pain in my poor ravaged sinuses, I am hopeful. I found fresh fruit in the fridge this morning and had a bowl of Kashi’s new cereal Berry Blossoms and I’m feeling like maybe spring will come someday and maybe it will not involve being sick.
So stay tuned, friends. I’m about to make a comeback.
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