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 firstname.lastname@example.org.
September 15, 2014
Not going to lie, ever since I first found out I was pregnant I’ve been dreaming of making a cheesetastic calendar of Emma pics to pin up at work and to give to the grandparents each year as part of their Christmas present (whoops… sorry about the non-surprise parental units).
But having a baby born smack in the middle of the year made me debate for a while about what to do for the pictures needed from January - May. I finally decided to go with the idea of having cheesetastic-themed photo shoots to cover those months when she was still in utero.
A week ago my step-father sent both my mom and me a beautiful bouquet of flowers*. I took one look at the flowers and figured: just add a red tutu and we have February’s Valentine’s Day theme pic!
*They were super gorgeous and much fuller than the above pic but I didn’t get my act together for a week so we had to weed through the bouquet to toss the dying flowers first. Good job on being too lazy for your own cheesetastic photo shoot, Sonja.
Emma drives me crazy by hamming it up smiling and then the second you point the camera at her she turns into super-serious-unimpressed-girl. so the fact that I think I got 2 pictures of her smiling put me over the moon.
Meanwhile, here was my “studio” prep shot including the pink pillow baby-stand since the model was getting primped by her people while this was going on (read: getting her diaper changed by my mom).
September 14, 2014
Fantasy football update
- Ryan:so far none of my fantasy football picks have been arrested.
- Sonja:(placatingly) that's great.
- Ryan:but it REALLY is though.
Sundays used to be for cuddling with Sushi (Spam and Sox are too ADHD to cuddle for too long) while lazing about on the couch.
Now it’s for dancing with Emma, feeding Emma, talking to Emma, burping Emma.
Motherhood is at once much harder and much more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be. But sometimes I miss the one-on-one times I used to have with the three furballs. And the fact that they misbehave now much more than they did before makes me think they miss it too.
So today while Emma is passed out in the comforting arms of my mom I’m enjoying some much needed cuddle time with my lovable furball. And let me tell you, Sushi makes picture taking a much quicker and easier ordeal because instead of taking hundreds of pictures while cooing, singing, cackling, etc and hoping that one of the pics results in a smile, I just have to call out “Sushi” to get a shot of his photogenic mug.
September 11, 2014
Not to gross you out too too much but a couple weeks ago I got one of the worst types of breast infections you can get while breast feeding, which meant that every day last week I was at various doctors offices and the hospital trying to get it resolved - thank god my mom was in town and could baby-sit whenever I needed to run off to the doctors. Since today was my first day back to the specialist in three days (because WAHOO I’m doing great!) and I have (post)-pregnancy brain and cannot remember simple things like what I had for breakfast this morning I forgot what I had typed into my GPS and had a good laugh when she announced:
"You have arrived at THE GLORIOUS BOOBIES DOCTOR on your right."
At least I make myself laugh.
September 7, 2014
September 5, 2014
For some reason I never realized that Beyonce was a mere 8 days older than me.
I feel grossly under-accomplished now.
1) Cookbooks in a doctor’s office waiting room are so great.
2) I took this picture so I could buy the book and revolutionize my dinners.
3) I have a serious addiction problem when it comes to collecting cookbooks.
The before-the-two-month-old-shots pic! Also the I-decided-not-to-take-a-nap-today-and-I-get-cross-eyed-when-tired pic.
Also can I brag for a moment that my daughter is 2 feet tall and therefore in the 90th percentile for height. Why is this important? Because that means she can go on Disney rides with me that much sooner! Meanwhile, at 2 months that means we have to switch her into the footed pajamas for 6 month olds.
August 28, 2014
ok so I’m either the master printer or the cleaner, my nose is now sonic and apparently my catchphrase is “Lemme know if you want anything at safeway”
I’m The Teacher, with a Sonic Coffee Cup, and my catchphrase is “I think most people do get faster if they quit, but quitting is so hard”
I’m The Carpenter, with a sonic iPhone and my phrase is “That’s adorable, I love it.”
It’s perfect, sign me up.
I’m The Hearse Driver with a Sonic Kindle and my catchphrase is “I’m trying not to be wasteful.”
I’m “The Yard Master” with a Sonic MacBook Air and my phrase is “Snapchat practice so I don’t miss anything!”
The Registrar. Sonic Kit Kat. “I just got screamed at for 25 minutes.”
The Health Insurer, Sonic Baby Emma and “She actually married two old guys.”
#TBT: my family circa 1992 (judging from the fact that I am sporting my 5th/6th grade perm and shoulder pads have not yet been outlawed).
And while I’m sad that this picture could never be recreated (my parents divorced, my aunt died, and my grandma isn’t well enough) it’s also heartwarming that there would be an additional 14 people included in a reshoot due to the husbands, wives and kids that have come around since then (more if the furbabies were allowed to join).