+ life these days involves lots of this. lots and lots of it. like ate-a-giant-one-by-myself-in-three-days lots. cool, sweet, refreshing, a little foretaste of summer…it’s been perfect.
+ life these days is centered on houses. conversations, time, savings–all going towards houses. quite obviously, we are in the spring house hunt. with half the rest of the north shore here in massachusetts, i should say. i’m a little all over the place about it. a total fixer-upper? a multi-family? a small, but updated single family? a tiny place by the water? a place with more yard and space? i certainly know what i like, but there are so many different ways to go with it. i have my eye on a very narrow stretch of land in my ideal location and that is certainly my top priority. it should be interesting to see how and when it all plays out. jerry and i have some different priorities…but i think we will ultimately find the right spot for us.
+ life these days involves lots of doting on this guy, all cuddled up in our frilly, feminine comforter (and all up on my side of the bed, might i say). perhaps the pregnancy hormones have something to do with it, but i just adore, I mean really adooooooore him even more than usual. he’s just the sweetest little thing.
+ life these days is (finally!) involving time outside again!!! the green-tipped trees, the sweet budding flowers, the glowing sunshine with a crisp breeze. we are actually getting a spring this year. a true novelty.
+ life these days means berries. lots and lots of berries. true berry-picking season is almost here! sing thee my soul.
+ life these days involves lots of bonding with this little guy rumbling and tumbling around in there. we will be meeting him in only 10ish weeks.
May 5, 2013 2 Comments
Your dad and I are in Maine for Easter weekend, little dude.
We can’t wait for you to enjoy and explore this great state with us.
We’ve been coming here for years, since we’ve known each other actually.
It’s where we had our first kiss, got engaged, conceived you.
All the milestones, really.
It’s your grandma’s place, meant as a summer retreat and potential retirement home down the line.
But we have the great pleasure of using it the most.
We kind of consider it our own.
(Shhh, don’t tell grandma.)
Except we don’t pay for it.
Yeah, it’s a sweet deal.
Your grandma threatens to sell it about every other week.
But once we get you up here and she sees how much you love it, we know we’ll secure it in the family forever.
So do us a favor and be extra cute when you’re up here with your grandma.
Maybe take your first step here or say your first word or something like that.
It’s gotta be something big.
We NEED this, little man.
And you can bring it home for us.
We believe in you.
PS. Just kidding on that whole conception thing. We don’t know where your little fetal life began.
But it certainly wasn’t in grandma’s bed. That’d be too weird.
March 29, 2013 3 Comments
May you be a straight shooter like your Uncle Adam, my little man.
(But maybe without the pop culture knowledge…)
That Uncle Adam, he’s really mixing up the gene pool.
Sometimes when your dad and I talk about what you’ll be like, your dad says,
You never know…I mean, you’ve got some of Adam’s genes in you…
Don’t get me wrong, your Uncle Adam’s got some great qualities–he’s quite funny, definitely fun-loving, surprisingly tender-hearted, ambitious (in the anything-to-get-rich way…a pro and con perhaps?), highly loyal (if he liked you in the first place), adventurous, and quite the charming little social butterfly when he wants to be.
But man, he gave your grandparents a run for their money.
Quite the dare devil that one was.
Maybe let’s just leave it at that. I don’t want you getting any ideas.
Come to think of it, we might have to seclude you from Uncle Adam for the teen years…it just might be too risky.
Since we’re talking about Uncle Adam, we might as well publicly wish him happy birthday.
He turned 31 yesterday.
But I think you’ll still think he’s cool.
But not too cool, ok?
Mama doesn’t want to relive those teen years.
March 20, 2013 4 Comments
So the other day I was having one of my classically morbid spells, guilting my husband into getting on top of scheduling this colonoscopy that he’s been dragging his heels on. I was being all I don’t want to raise this child alone and he was all ok, ok, I know (code for just stop nagging me. I already know I need to do it and I feel bad that I’ve put it off this long, but it’s a pain).
In the midst of my morbid moment, I told him, You know if something did happen to one of us, I’d be easier to replace than you would. Oh course he chuckled in his gracious way, just like he does when I insist (genuinely too, not for show) that he’s a better person than I am, and refuted me like always.
I was relaying this conversation to my mom for some reason the other day. Initially she was all over him about the colonoscopy…this coming from the woman who just had surgery last summer to remove a pre-cancerous growth on her colon…Oh he’s gotta do it. You tell him, he better get it done soon. Polyps grow quickly you know. You tell him I said so…
Then I move along to the second part of the conversation…So I told him, “You know, if something did happen to one of us, I would be easier to replace than you would” and she immediately jumps in, no pause even for me to relay Jerome’s sweet refute. Oh definitely. I agree with you, she says.
I chuckled to myself and tried to reframe it back to her in a playful way that would make her feel that motherly guilt for knocking her own child, like the time back in college when she told me I “had a more womanly figure now” and I reframed it to say that my own mother called me fat. That one worked. This one? Not so much.
Thanks mom, so you’re saying that I would be easy to replace? And again with the immediacy and total seriousness she responds, Oh yes. And then she starts on a little rant about how there are so few good men out there and so many of them are just selfish and there are so many nice, lovely single women but no solid men and I should be so grateful that I was lucky enough to find Jerome in college and just what a sweetheart he is and do I know how good I have it and all that jazz.
I was listening while licking my wounds and reflecting on the fact that I am certainly not my mother’s favorite. And I wasn’t even beat out by one of her other children.
Jerome, you little snake.
She’s so precious though. I just can’t hold it against her.
Besides, she’s right.
March 19, 2013 3 Comments