Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Snow day!

New York loves a good weather freak out, and yesterday we had a good one. Some weather models predicted 3 feet of snow in Brooklyn! Subways were shut, parks closed, roads cleared, and then! We got about 6 inches.

But the damage was done, and L's daycare was closed so we had a work from home day. This is what working from home looks when you have a 20 month old:

And then there was a lot of this:

And a little of this:

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

my for-real birthday wish list.

It's just over two weeks until my birthday, so an opportune time to share my real birthday wishlist. This was also a chunk of my Christmas wish list, but obviously that didn't turn out... Also didn't get that DSLR camera that's been on my list for about 5 years. Hmpf.

I believe both my parents and my husband have already gotten me other presents for my birthday, and since they are the only ones who buy me presents, I don't actually believe I'll be getting any of these! Oh well, more birthday presents from me to me, I guess.

First up is a bunch of bling. I just typed that blong, and I should have kept it because I was digging it.

Let's start with earrings.

Arc Earrings from TinyArmour

Gold Love Knots from vintagestampjewels

Circle Drop Earrings from Popsicledrum

Brass U Bar earrings from DeuceFashion

Brass Bar Earrings from LauraLombardiJewelry
I wasn't allowed to get my ears pierced until I was 13 (despite begging), and then I didn't do it until I was 14. Then I went a little crazy and had about 12 holes in my ears. Then I let them close up, and got single holes re-pierced in university, after which I rocked huge chendelier earrings for most of my 20s. Now I haven't really worn earrings much for the last few years, but my interest has been slowly coming back. Alas, I have no classy lady earrings, so I need to build my collection. These are all good candidates.

Now on to more jewels.

Long layered necklace from LandonLacey

One Tiny Gold Letter Stacking ring from esdesigns
I've wanted something with an L for my little L. baby for awhile, and these are rings are simple and sweet.

Outside of the jewelry category, just two things.

Ask Me About My Cat from kinshipgoods
I mean, obviously.

And lastly, I just need this tattood to my forehead:

Introverting mug from BrittanyGarnerDesign
Happy birthday to me!

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Somewhere to store your change and your Peptos.

Here's a little something (somethings) I made up before Christmas - little coin purses as stocking stuffers. They were so easy, and are super cute (even if I effed every single one of them up in different ways). Mostly I'm happy with how they turned out.

I used the Lil Cutie Pouch tutorial on Noodlehead.

I even whipped up one for myself:

It's the perfect size for keeping my important purses items in (read: Pepto Bismols and Tylenols 'cause I'm old). It was also a good use of the tons of fabric I've been hoarding. For example, the two fabrics I used in the last pouch are fabrics I bought at Liberty when I was in London in October. I love them so much, but I am afraid of using them because 1) they are so lovely and I don't want to waste them and 2) they were expensive and I don't want to waste them. I also have a habit of buying fat quarters because... just because. This is a perfect project if you are also hoarding fat quarters.

I might make another, slightly bigger, pouch with the Charley Harper cardinal print fabric from Birch that I've been sitting on for a year now.I don't know what use I have for a slightly bigger pouch... iPad warmer? Book protector for your purse? We'll see. 

Saturday, January 3, 2015


So, where were we? Who were we? I don't even remember, it's been so long.

One of the things I tell myself is not to explain blogging absences. Hey, stuff happens. I have an offline life - and job! I had a blogging identity crisis, to be honest. One, I wanted to cut photos of L., and then I was like "what do I have?" I used to write about junk I wanted to buy, but lately I am trying not to buy, and also I am self-conscious of coming across as some kind of shill. I'm so bored of blogs being all "BUY THIS LIFESTYLE #sponsoredpost" you know what I mean? And I'm even more bored of blogs that are like "Please sponsor me!!". I don't want to go there.

So what have I got to offer? Nothing, to be honest. Just random thoughts on the internet and pictures of my cat.

But let's just rundown the last few months, in case you were wondering.

1. I accomplished ZERO of my 2014 goals. Not one. Ouch. Best to get it out there, though. Fail. More on that later.

2. We traveled a bit. Another trip to London, a visit to DC, to Toronto and to Pennsylvania. If you're still counting, L.'s flight count is now at 18. 18 for 18 months.

3. I have been sick since about mid-November. Not even a joke. I had a stomach bug on Thanksgiving weekend, the flu, another stomach bug, and now I have a killer cold & cough. I really need to get my immune system in order. That's a semi-goal for this year, I guess.

That's all. See, you didn't miss much.

And now it's 2015. Should I even set public goals, if I couldn't even make ONE of the 2014 goals? Sure, why not. Why the hell not.

First, let's try again at a couple of the ol' 2014 goals:

1. Get a driver's license.

2. Write 100 bloggy whispers.

3. Get back into making work lunches - 4 days a week. Baby needs a new pair of shoes and buying lunch every day is expensive.

Well, let's just keep it simple right there. There are other things I'd like to accomplish, but baby steps.

Ok, that's it. Either I'll get back on the blog train or this thing will die. Wish me luck.


Saturday, October 4, 2014

On my way

L. isn't super into watching TV. A good thing, I know, but sometimes it would be nice if he sat still for a few minutes. He has shown a growing interest in Barney*, but mostly for the songs. When there's no singing, he's back to his bucket list item of stepping on the cat.

Thursday morning I got a call from the daycare - L. has a fever, come pick him up. Suddenly, I found myself with a surprise afternoon with my little lion. What to do? First I thought we would go to the post office, but one major meltdown as I opened the door and I knew it wasn't in the cards. Enter: YouTube.

L. has never shown any interest in Sesame Street, but I recently started downloading apps to entertain him on our upcoming flight to London, and one of them is an Elmo singing thing. And he loves it.

So, Thursday afternoon and I'm browsing Sesame Street's YouTube channel, playing various Elmo songs for him. And I played this for him: Janelle Monae, "Power of Yet":

Listen, the boy is obsessed. There are about 420,000 views of this video, and 20,000 are us. He's completely transfixed on it, and at the end will stand up and clap. What is it? Yes, Elmo is there, but he also likes seeing all the puppets at the end. Mostly, I think he likes the song and Janelle Monae's cool moves (and tux, maybe).

Personally, I prefer this one: Feist "1, 2, 3, 4":

L. likes this one too, but there's no standing ovations at the end.

*I thought watching Barney over and over again would be more awful. Maybe I'm immune, but I don't really think it's that awful. However, Baby Bop and B.J. make me feel punchy, and I find myself weirdly fascinated by the kids on the show, and wondering where they are now.

Monday, September 15, 2014

street meat

By my count there are 106 days left in 2014, and that's 106 days to cover about 64 posts as promised in my goals for the year. So, with a little side-eye to myself, let's be optimistic about that.

I've been thinking for awhile that I should write a post about our neighborhood in Brooklyn, and our favorite spots. Surely that day will come sometime, but not today. Today is just a glimpse.

We live in Sunset Park, in Brooklyn, which may or may not be up and coming, gentrifying, hipster-fying, or yuppify-ing, depending on who you ask. Well, I have many thoughts on it but now is not the time. What you should know in the immediate is that Sunset Park is a very Hispanic (largely Mexican and Dominican) and also very Chinese, with a huge Chinatown. Hey, you might think, that's quite a mix. It is. Some argue that this is the neighborhood to visit when you went the best tacos in the city, or the best dumplings.

Anyway, on Sunday the neighborhood B.I.D. organized a massive street fair along 5th Ave, the neighborhood's main retail stretch. I once read that there's a street fair every weekend somewhere in NYC, and I'd believe it. And if you've ever stumbled on more than one you might have noticed that they are always the same. The same gyros, the same plastic fruit magnets, the same everything. But the one in our neighborhood is slightly different, because the local business have a much larger presence, so the neighborhood is actually represented in the street fair. Fancy that.

Here, I present to you, a glimpse at Sunset Park's 5th Avenue Street Fair, September 14, 2014.

from this stand we bought an overpriced "Viva Mexico!" pinwheel for L.

Somehow we missed the pony rides though. Shame.

Friday, September 12, 2014

What a week

Yes, what a week. Thank Jeeeeebus it's Friday. Let me fill you in quickly.

Well, one nice thing. Last Saturday my best friend since the age of 3 had a baby, so yay! Anyway, the rest of the week sucked.

Sunday, L. woke up with a fever of 103.5. That's high, and while he was ok mostly, he was very clingy and needed his mama, poor thing. And that night he had to sleep in our bed, which meant he slept but us not so much.

Monday, still feverish so home from daycare, and I was home from work. He was even more clingy, wasn't able to nap for more than 20 minutes at a time, and increasingly grumpy, so it was a hard day. On top of that, I had some work things that needed immediate attention. I'm proud to say I figured out how to make an animated GIF in Photoshop, one handed while holding a napping sicko.

Tuesday, no fever but even more clingy and grumpy. Major meltdowns. A visit to the doctor: nothing wrong. Tuesday night, almost no sleep. Screaming meltdowns at all hours.

Wednesday, grumpiness reaches all time high. Climax of grump.

Thursday, things mildly better. As I am heading home from work, walk down stairs to subway, step on shard of glass that goes through the sole of my show and punctures my foot. Blood ensues. I hobble back up the stairs into a drug store and buy a first aid kit and sit on the pedestrian plaza applying antibacterial gunk to my foot and imagine what life will be like when this foot needs to be amputated. Get L. home from daycare to discover a rash all over his neck, cheeks, back. Panicked mom calls the doctor, but it's nothing to worry about - common after fevers. But still, FML.

Friday, well things are better. Tonight he was back to his sweet, funny self. Thank you Jebus.

Oh, and where the hell did August go? Where was I? I don't even know. Maybe I took a summer vacay. Here's a breakdown.

Early in August we spent a weekend in Bethlehem, PA and attended Musikfest, a 10 day music festival. Well, we just attended two days. I grew up going to Musikfest, and spent many a boozey, beery eve with my BFF there in my 20s. I saw some pretty stellar acts over the years - Ray Charles, Little Richard, Tom Jones, the Village People, HALL & OATES.

'Festing with a tot is a different story. We saw about ten minutes of a Rolling Stones cover band before we had to abort mission. But we ate gyros, chipwiches, fried food.

What else? Kitten drama. One morning while heading to drop L. at daycare, I noticed two pretty (adult) cats sitting on the sidewalk. This isn't common in my neighborhood - you see feral cats all the time, but these two looked cared for. L. loves cats, so we stopped and admired them, and then I noticed they were sitting next to a box in the garbage (it was garbage day). I looked in the box - two kittens.

Someone had put them in the garbage, and I assume the two adult cats were their parents. Well, I did what any catlady would do: I took them. I brought them up to the apartment. Then I did what probably most catladies would not do: I took a bag of breastmilk out of the freezer and fed it to them via dropper.

in my work clothes

I know you can get cat formula, but this was about 7 am and I don't keep kitten formula on hand. I didn't know how long they had been in the box or when they had last eaten, so I wasnted to get something in them.

Anyhou, I then spent the morning trying to find a place that would take them, but was told they were too young for shelters because there aren't enough fosters. So, I bought some formula, some cat baby bottles and tried to figure out what I was going to do. Thank Jebus for social media, because friends started sharing the story and I was able to find a home for one of them that night. The other one, who was weaker, died the next day. I think they were just too young to be taken from their mom. Poor baby.

What else. Well, we have completely re-arranged our apartment, and now have a dining table and dining area. In the olden days of this blog I would have blogged that shit immediately, but now... well, I'd have to clean my apartment so it's difficult. But here's a sneak peek?

No chairs yet though.

In other news, L. continues to grow and walk, run, & climb. He knows his animal sounds, and does a mean fake sneeze - achoo! You'll notice no photos: I am having that internet age-old moral dilemma of sharing his photo online. I'm unsure of my decision. But I do share his gorgeous mug on Instagram and Facebook - both locked up. So, I don't know where I stand yet.

H. and I have managed, finally, to take up running again. We stopped when I was about 10 weeks pregnant and was advised not to by my doctor. Now, almost two years later it's good to pick it up again, though much harder to get in the time, not to mention having to go by myself while H. stays with the babe.

OK, long rambling post, all to say it's September, guuuurl.
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