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 18, 2014
I’ve noticed my mom, Ryan, and I all have very different things that we do repeatedly with Emma (and can I say thank god my mom’s repertoire includes tummy time because OMG with the screaming). Meanwhile, Ryan’s biggest teaching plan includes “pet Spam.” Each day he brings our friendliest furball over and teaches Emma to pet him. It has resulted in Spam adoring Emma. Emma seems plus/minus on Spam and doesn’t even acknowledge the other two.
The other day I came downstairs with Emma and saw all three furballs on the couch together. I knew it was a long shot but if I could plop Emma into the mix…. best photo ever! Of course it didn’t work. The second I put Emma down, Sushi and Sox bolted. But Spam trotted up to her and my jaw nearly hit the floor when she reached out to pet him*.
*I mean her fist remained closed and her hand pretty much just hovered in the air next to his head but still!
Shit (read: work) just got real
- My doctor told me she wants to see me again in 2 weeks, meaning I have to schedule my appointment around the workday*. Gulp! Cannot believe I'm going back to work in 11 days. Noooooo.
- *My work blackberry had been dead since June and I haven't checked my office email in weeks so um yeah.... No idea what my schedule will be. Gonna just have to schedule my work around the doctors...
September 17, 2014
I follow “Child of the 80s” on facebook so I can see pictures like these and get all nostalgic.
When I was a little kid my cousin (who is 13 years older than me) dated the manager of a Hawaii McDonald’s. He would always give me the entire set of Happy Meal toys as a present when they would babysit me. I was so sad when they broke up.
I have a dream that Saturday and Sunday mornings will involve adorable footed pajama wearing Emma crawling into bed for an early morning cuddle session before we start the day. In the height of her colic I couldn’t picture that ever happening. Then one morning I stumbled into the bedroom and was met with this sight! I couldn’t believe it.
I also wondered what would have actually captured Emma’s attention? Maybe some zoo animals or brightly contrasting colors.
Turns out it was reddit.
September 16, 2014
I started the bloggy-blog for 2 reasons. 1) because if I had a place to write about fun things I did… Maybe I would do fun things instead of being a couch potato and 2) because I wanted a scrapbook of my life to share with my nearest and dearest - prior to this blog I would write pages of my trips…. Always meaning to type it up and put in a book - as evidenced here…. It never made it to the finished product.
Ryan and I moved into our condo in 2005 and didn’t know what to do with all the space as it was twice the size of our previous apartment. Fast forward to a couple years ago and we had squeezed every bit of space we could out of the condo. Then Emma came along and holy crap, why does a 12 pounder need SO MUCH STUFF? Plus, my in-laws are overly generous and offered to move in with us for the next year to take care of Emma once I go back to work. Such a lifesaver but that means that the guest bedroom / office that had become my storage room has to be emptied (it currently isn’t so my poor mother has been climbing the Mount Everest of boxes to get to the guest room). Due to the fact that I was in and out of the hospital (okay, mostly because hanging out with my mom and kid is way more fun than cleaning out our house), I have been slacking on the cleaning front. But no more. Today was clean out my closet and the guest bedroom closet day. The clothes went pretty fast (I am 33 years old and overweight, there is no reason to keep the size small bright red corset top in my closet) but then I stumbled upon the boxes of mementos from my 2006 wedding and had to stop to take a trip down memory lane.
1. My older sister’s wedding planner to use as an example for my own planning. Um… I should probably return that to her!
2. Save the dates!
3. I’m a little anal…. and this was pre-iphone. I was going to be gone for 3.5 weeks, flying from NY to Hawaii and then to Barbados for a cruise before returning home. I needed to prepare a foul-proof packing list. And I’m anal. The irony is that we lost our bags for half of our honeymoon so this photo packing list was useless after week one.
4. I may not have loved having Dubya as our President but I most certainly was not going to get married and not invite the POTUS! I may or may not have ordered Emma’s birth announcements specifically so that I can get a congratulatory card from the Obamas. Here’s where you can send your invites / announcements.
5. I may or may not have been more excited to get a response back from Mickey and Minnie that I was to get one back from the White House. Here’s more info on writing to my favorite mice!
6. Ah 2006, when printed photos were still the norm. I found hundred of pics leading up to the big day like our wedding rehearsal. Also, filed under - Sonja pats herself on the back for a job well done in cleaning out her closet - the dress in this picture has made it to the goodwill pile. The fact that I haven’t worn it since 2006 may point to my hoarder tendancies. But I also am giving away the gown that I wore to the ROTC ball in 1998 - so compared to that this wasn’t so bad.
1. My cousins took me out to celebrate my last week as a single lady and sent me a cute invite to boot.
2. I forgot about that night. I think this might be why.
3. My cousins are awesome.
4. I made out-of-town bags for my out-of-town guests and enclosed pre-stamped / pre-addressed postcards in them. I got some of them back. Totally forgot about these as well.
5. Advice from the guests we asked them to provide at the reception. But the best advice didn’t come on these cards. It came the next day when Ryan and I went down to see my family at the brunch my mom had thrown for them. My two uncles (two of the nicest guys around) cornered us and told Ryan that if he ever hurt me they would be there. They smiled and said, “don’t think of it as a threat… think of it as a promise.” I laughed. Ryan STILL does not laugh.
6. How organized is my cousin?! She sent me a bunch of pictures from the week leading up to the wedding and the wedding itself. And she labeled them too. They are also pretty great shots - which impressed me considering I know that in 2006 she had not yet embraced cameras that showed you your picture as soon as you took it.
1. I have no idea what this was for. But it sure looks like my sister’s writing. Too sweet.
2. I maybe should have put our church’s Certificate of Marriage in a better spot than tossed in a box in the back of the guest room / office / storage room.
3. Pamphlets from our time in Barbados for our honeymoon and my date book from the year leading up to my wedding. Apparently on April 26th I had my dress altered.
4. So these pictures were tossed in with everything else from my wedding and time stamped as being from August 2006. I have no idea who these people are. I guess we got their prints by mistake and I never checked what we received back from Snapfish.
5. Pepsi used to be my client. This was over 5 years ago and yet even this past Sunday when I went out for lunch to a place that I KNOW only serves Coke products I asked for diet pepsi and waited for them to correct me. Old habits die hard.
6. Presented without comment…. because really what else is needed.
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.