A Hawaii transplant living it up on the East Coast for the past 15 years (Boston and Stamford, CT). I write about food, books, adventures in CT and NYC, products I love, the oxford comma, and my current project of growing a baby girl. But mostly I write about food... and my growing belly. Feel free to email me at email@example.com.
August 27, 2014
I have a really close friend at work. She’s been my rock through so much. But, she happens to have a big mouth. So I never told her about my bloggy-blog because I definitely do not want my boss or staff to know about it and it’s a small office.
She’s pregnant and wanted recommendations on what to register for so I copied and pasted my baby-product must haves posting that I’ve been working on and will someday get around to posting.
She told me she thought my email to her was “blogesque” and I should “seriously consider starting a blog.”
I texted back “LOL.”
August 24, 2014
August 22, 2014
Ryan’s fantasy football draft mascot is sleeping on the job.#pleasepickbetterthaninprioryears
Also, I bought this in a size bigger than she is so she could wear it throughout football season. Can someone please tell me how my 8 week old is fitting into 6 month old clothing?
I’m starving but don’t want to get up and disturb sleeping beauty so I guess I HAVE to eat the only thing in arms reach.
August 21, 2014
Garage Door Update
Can I just say go Better Business Bureau?!
I received an email this morning saying that they had contacted the company regarding my complaint and gave them 14 days to respond. I did feel stupid last night writing that my resolution request was just that they respond to our phone calls and fix the 1 tiny broken piece of our motor for their quoted price of $75 instead of telling us they couldn’t come back out unless we bought a new motor from them for the price of $1K+ (after we already paid $1K for them to fix the wheels and other parts that are completely USELESS without a working motor). I’m dramatic…. I may have said it felt like extortion.
Now maybe I was just impatient and the complaint never made it past the spam mailbox of someone in the company (in which case oops!) but guess who called Ryan today to set up an appointment to fix the damn thing free of charge.
Sleeping when baby sleeps…
8:30 AM - Emma falls asleep in my arms. All my baby books seem to say that a good mother would wake up her daughter and place her in her crib so that she doesn’t end up depending on being held in order to go to sleep. Screw it - tiptoe over to the swing and place her in it so I can crash on the couch.
8:45 AM - Beautiful beautiful sleep!!! There’s knocking at the door - whatever they will go away…. Crap that’s the doorbell.
9:00 AM - Go me! Talked to the person at the door while NOT waking Emma. Sleep beautiful sleep! Ahhh!!! Cold cold cold. Wet wet wet. Looks like Sushi wanted to nominate me for the ice water bucket challenge and spilled my very full cup of iced water all over me and the couch. Side note: he’s now pissed that his paw got wet. Well, gee. I’m soooo sorry for you!
9:15 AM - Will worry about that couch later, and just relocate myself to the other couch… Err love seat where my legs stick off the ends. Doesn’t matter. Owww moved to fast getting up and now that pesky butt muscle pain I have is spasming. Boo!
9:30 AM - The literal pain [on] my ass has finally stopped. Sleep sleep sleep! Why why why is Spam using my stomach as his personal trampoline?
9:45 AM - Cats are sleeping, kid is sleeping. I am sleep…. And that would be my alarm telling me that it’s time to pump.
10:15 AM - Impressive I managed to spill pumped milk all over me. Guess I can squeeze in a shower (my first in a couple days…) before she wakes up in 15 minutes.
Meanwhile, I didn’t want my last post up on the blog to be so negative so I figured I’d get in a more positive one before calling it a night.
Before Emma came along I envisioned outings everyday to show her the world (I didn’t exactly listen when everyone told me that newborns cannot see that well and sleep a lot in the beginning). I envisioned trips to the library, museums, zoos and aquariums. Then she was born and I always came up with a reason to not take her out: too tired, too much things to pack, too many germs… you name it. Until I realized I had a child that wasn’t ever leaving the house. How sad! And that’s when I stumbled upon a blog called Rookie Moms. A blog just for scared-to-be-in-the-outside-world-with-their-kids moms. A blog that gave you challenge to do to get out of the house with (and sometimes without) your kid. So I slowly started working on their challenges. Some were complete failures filled with meltdowns and some were raging successes. I think today was one of those successes.
A couple of blocks away from my office is a little plaza that on the weekdays gets filled with food trucks for the lunch crowd. I had seen signs up last year for the trucks and yet still never made it down until going on maternity leave this summer. So on some select days Emma and I make our way to my office’s parking lot (Stamford downtown parking isn’t too bad anyway but hey, free is better than cheap!) and then we leisurely strolled to Veterans Park to grab a bite to eat.
Emma chilling out while I munched on Arepas a couple weeks ago.
In the past I’ve shown up as the trucks were shutting down for the day so there were no crowds (and therefore no worry about me being embarrassed if she had a meltdown). But today I was trying to stick to my newly enacted schedule (of naps versus awake times), which meant we were ready to go right at noon when the crowds were there. Eek! But it went great! Lots of people watching and a couple guys on guitars to serenade us all.
Then on our way back to my car I passed by two familiar faces enjoying lunch outside the office, my boss and another colleague. So we sat and chatted for another hour and caught each other up on our summers with a happy Emma looking on. Considering that after Ryan, these are the people I hang around the most (actually on a weekday during the quarter I hang out with them A LOT more than Ryan sadly), I wonder if Emma recognized their voices…..
First World Problem of the day
It’s day 14 of not having a working garage door. I was just getting the hang of juggling all my crap and a newborn into my nicely-shielded-from-the-hot-sun-and-swarming-wasps car and am now learning the joys of juggling all my crap and a newborn and shielding that newborn from wasps and learning to sprint from putting Emma in the car to starting the engine and blasting the AC, and fighting others for the 4 coveted visitor spots in the entire condo complex and making sure I move that car once every 24 hours so I don’t get yelled at by the grumpy old men on the condo board (especially since we are usually on good terms with them as we are not drug dealers like our other neighbors).
So in my anger at the garage door servicing company that I feel is totally trying to extort more money from us in order to fix said door, I used the blessed hours from 11 PM - 1 AM when Emma was asleep to complain about the company on Yelp, to the BBB, and tweet my yelp review. (But that’s okay, who needs to take a shower anyway?)
Meanwhile, I clearly think I am this:
While I am clearly this:
Also, I strained my butt muscle because I didn’t work out for 10 months and now have trouble doing crazy things like walking, standing, and rolling over.
This has been a SUPER whiny post!
August 18, 2014
Ahhhh I have found Emma’s halloween costume!!!
How cute is this kid modeling Mommaloha’s costume on etsy, btw?
Because I’ve been living under a rock I have never bought anything from etsy before but I’m super excited to make this my first purchase!
In 2002, my two male besties and I decked ourselves out in the tackiest Hawaii garb we could find and went to watch Lilo and Stitch the day it was released.
Later that year when I was one of the dance choreographers for our annual BC luau, I watched Lilo’s dance over and over again and taught it to some of the girls as one of the numbers.
I even went hunting through several disney stores till I found (and bought) the Stitch doll that would talk back to you if you asked it questions.
"Stitch, are you hungry?"
"Not anymore. I ate your food!"
AND NOW…. my constantly hungry, messy and grunty daughter has the perfect first halloween costume.