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.
August 8, 2014
Photo via ABC News
Stay safe Hawaii!
I first heard about the two back-to-back hurricanes/tropical storms from my mother in law 2 days ago but I didn’t give it much pause, sure the storm would dissipate and/or veer off course. Then when I was up at 2 AM pumping (more on that later… because I know that’s JUST what you all what to hear about anyway) I was on facebook and started seeing all the status updates of everyone preparing for the storm, including the most important item of hurricane preparedness: spam.
August 6, 2014
Does anyone else have these ridiculous maternity leave policies?
- I know I'm incredibly lucky to get paid maternity leave at all but dealing with all the paperwork and hoops are driving me bonkers. Here was today's ordeal:
- Me (to OB nurse):Do you think the doctors could sign a form for my maternity leave... It just details out when I am allowed to go back to work.
- Nurse:Okay... When are you going back?
- Me:End of September.
- Nurse:(looking awkward) oh.... Well I can check but we usually only say you need 6 weeks off from work.
- Me:That's fine. I actually need it to close out my first maternity leave which ends today. I need permission from you guys to go back to work. Once I get permission to go back to work I can start the paperwork to continue to take maternity leave.
- Nurse:(blank stare)
August 5, 2014
You’re Gonna Miss This by Trace Adkins
I swear the girl in this song is me!
In high school I wrote on my hand the days counting down until the day I turned 15 (legal driving age in Hawaii back in the day) and could drive off whenever I wanted.
(Bwahahahaha -> curfew that was upheld by me getting grounded every time I missed it + no car = no freedom).
We hit our 30s and still were (and are) in our tiny apartment with bad heating, no dining room, and a tiny moldy tub. I would spend my days dreaming about having kids in a beautiful house with a backyard in a wonderful kid-friendly neighborhood.
(Seriously… I’m not asking for too much!)
And today, I inwardly had to tell myself to hold it together when a sweet man from Home Depot came by to discuss renovations to our bathrooms. In between trying to stop one cat from eating the nice man’s tile samples, another one from jumping in his bag, getting the constantly ringing doorbell (we’ve been ordering a lot of stuff from amazon lately) and trying to calm a constantly fussy baby (have I mentioned Emma has colic…. oh what fun) I ended up having the guy set up shop on the floor of my living room and sit cross legged going over options with me… I was so embarrassed. And then he smiled and pretty much quoted Trace Adkins’ last verse…
Five years later there’s a plumber workin’ on the water heater
Dog’s barkin’, phone’s ringin’
One kid’s cryin’, one kid’s screamin’
She keeps apologizin’
He says They don’t bother me.
I’ve got 2 babies of my own.
One’s 36, one’s 23.
Huh, it’s hard to believe, but …
You’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast
These Are Some Good Times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you’re gonna miss this
July 31, 2014
I’m clearly their target audience! I’ve spent the last five minutes replaying this over and over again while dancing and bouncing a completely unamused Emma in my lap.
a littlea lot concerned that the new TMNT will not live up to the greatness of its 1990s predecessors. Not even joking!
Go ninja go ninja go!
Haven’t been this sober since high school…. sigh
Ryan always jokes that I picked everything from my OB to the hospital based on the fact that at Greenwich I could get a lobster dinner after I gave birth. After countless OB appointments, ultrasounds, stress tests, and birthing classes I can (and typically do) rattle off the hundreds of reasons why I think the Greenwich Hospital and my OB practice are absolutely amazing. But Ryan does have a point. Before I was ready to have a kid I was irritated with how long of a drive I had to make to get to my current OB (her practice had moved after I had started going to her) and so I went around asking for recommendations of practices affiliated with the Greenwich hospital specifically so that I could get that lobster dinner when it was time to have kids. In the past it was actually a lobster / champagne dinner, but they downgraded along with everyone else during the recession to just lobster (#FirstWorldProblems… clearly!). However, the hospital is more than happy to chill your beverage of choice for you. And so, Ryan went out and bought an amazing champagne and had it chilled from the day Emma came into the world. After all, 9 months sober was quite enough for me.
Except that to this day I am STILL on blood pressure meds due to my preecclampsia (although slowly getting weaned off of it - yahoo!) and so the doctor brought down a NO DRINKING rule until I am off of it all-together…. boo!!!
I seriously want to get this shirt with the number upped to say “10 months.” GRRRR
The hospital did take pity on me and said I could have a couple sips during my celebration / lobster dinner and our good friends R & L had just so happened to stop by with a mini bottle of Asti (my favorite!) earlier that day when they came to meet Emma. It was perfect for the job!
This has been a LONG post to whine that I haven’t (except for 2 sips) had alcohol since September 29th…. yes, I do remember the date!
July 29, 2014
By the numbers…. (approximately…)
1 month and 3 days ago we welcomed our first daughter into the world.
5 years 8.5 months ago, 5 years 5.5 months ago, and 4 years 11 months ago we welcomed our adorable kittehs into our home.
8 years ago we said I do.
8 years and 10 months ago we bought our first (and only) place together.
11 years ago we moved in together.
11 years and 4 months we figured we’d make it official (I guess the equivalent of changing your facebook status to “in a relationship” nowadays).
13 years 6 months ago we became best friends.
14 years 11 months ago we rode the plane from Honolulu to Boston with our mothers.
15 years 4 months ago I walked across my high school campus with one of my besties when she stopped to wait for another classmate of ours (and a friend of hers) so they could go to one of their smarty-college-level classes together. (Needless to say, I was NOT in that class). I cannot remember what we talked about but I remember that I said something funny (because I’m hilarious, of course) and I hadn’t thought he was paying attention, but he laughed.
17 years 6 months ago I was studying in the hallway of a high school building for American Lit with a couple friends when we heard strange sounds coming from the nearby men’s bathroom. So we went to investigate (of course). It turned out to be a couple of our classmates, one of whom was cutting the other one’s hair. Ryry (as he was known back then) was the one getting the haircut. *Also let’s take a minute to revel in one of the few stories out there where I was being more studious than Ryan.
Ryan, thank you for 8+ years of wonderful memories (and a lifetime more to go)!
#TBT(Tuesday) Bridal shower ~ July 2006
July 20, 2014
July 18, 2014
It’s official… Emma has nicer clothes than I do. Meanwhile a Friday evening a year ago either meant driving out to a NY neighborhood bar to hang out with Ryan and friends… Or staying local in Stamford and getting belligerent enough to need to find a ride home.
Now it’s the excitement of having a husband that is putting the baby to bed so I am free to write thank you letters and do laundry (while watching old episodes of Law and Order no less).