Cloud Nine Weekend

I just had what can arguably be considered the best weekend of my life. The only thing that could possibly have made it better would have been the ability to drink a margarita at some point, but that limitation is of little consideration when you know how much fun I had.

Friday was my birthday. Wes, unbeknownst to myself, had been squirreling away extra hours all week so he could take the latter half of the day off from work and whisk me off to a Seattle adventure. We grabbed lunch at the Pike Place Market and then took a Duck Boat Tour, which is something we’ve always wanted to do. I moved here when I was 14 but have done a shockingly little amount of touristy stuff, so this was great fun for me.

After the tour, we walked around the boardwalk for awhile, enjoying the sunshine and atmosphere. An al fresco dinner in the sunshine with a killer view of the water topped off the evening, but then the weather had a surprise for us.

Right as we were getting our check, a strong wind came out of nowhere and blew a rain and thunderstorm overhead. We walked back to our car amid pouring rain and crashing thunder and it was way too much fun.

The next day, my fabulously stylish sister in law threw me an incredible baby shower. It was absolute perfection, and I was thrilled to be able to abscond with the decorations and put them up in Little Girl’s room. I drove home after the shower feeling happy and loved, and now Little Girl’s nursery looks SO FREAKING GOOD!!!

To top it off, I had brunch with the ladies from Wes’s side of the family Sunday afternoon. It was the perfect end to the perfect weekend. Monday was relaxed and low-key at home, taking care of Aidan who fell sick Sunday afternoon, but it still qualifies as the best weekend of my life.

So now all the excitement is behind me and I have to go clean all the bathrooms because I neglected to do that task last week because I was too busy. And yet I keep finding excuses not to do it this week either.

I think it’s possible I’m officially spoiled after my long weekend. Time to pull on my rubber gloves and get back down to business. Or maybe I’ll just play tractors with Aidan for a little while longer…

Free Flash Fiction!

What is flash fiction, you ask? A story in 300 words or less. To give you perspective, that’s less than one Microsoft Word page single-spaced. It’s a pretty cool way to tell stories in my opinion, forcing you to refine your storytelling to its most efficient form.

I won a flash fiction contest for a literary magazine called Line Zero last year and promised to share the story with you for free and then promptly forgot all about it. Worry not, though, because it’s now available for free on my website. All you have to do is click here to read it.

I hope you enjoy it!

PSA: Boot Edition

In my quest to get my daughter to get her head down so she can come out the old-fashioned way come July, I have sought out the care of a chiropractor. My midwife recommended I see a chiropractor skilled in the Webster Technique to get my pelvis properly aligned, so that’s where I went this morning.

First of all, this chiropractor was amazing. She clearly knew her way around a pregnant back and was personable and reasonable. Second of all, she explained what’s up with me in a way that contextualized why Little Girl has been having trouble flipping.

Essentially, the problem is that the Infernal Storm Trooper Boot of last summer strikes back.

The Boot made my left leg longer than my right despite my best efforts and the ensuing effect is muscular compensation and torquing on my pelvis. My right leg was two inches shorter than my left leg this morning, but when I left they were about the same. Hooray!

So let this be a lesson to you: If you have to wear a boot that makes one leg longer than the other, GO SEE A CHIROPRACTOR AFTER YOU GET IT OFF! Otherwise you’ll be walking around with a tortured, twisted pelvis and one leg shorter than the other.

True story.

Brief Update About Nothing At All

Monday was a depressing day. Not only was it the day after Mother’s Day (which is easily my favorite day of the year now that I’m a mom. I mean, how many times a year does the most important non-progeny person in your life make it his job to appreciate the heck out of what you’ve dedicated your life to doing?) but I also found out that Baby Girl is breech. If she doesn’t flip between now and July, I’ll have to have a C-section.


So yeah, it was kind of rough. Lucky for me I had a whole bunch of leftover lemon cheesecake in the fridge to help me through it. Anyone who says you can’t work out your feelings with a big honking wedge of cream cheesey goodness is lying to you.

Other than that, there’s really nothing to report. I’m kind of boring and preoccupied, which makes me such fascinating company I simply must hide from you to save you from being overwhelmed by everything I have to offer at the moment.

You’re welcome.

(By the way, I wrote a guest post for The Writers Vineyard and it went live today. You can check it out here if you’re interested. Thanks!)

An Explosion of Color!

When I found out my first child was a boy, there was never any question in my mind of what I wanted his nursery to be all about: Super Mario Bros. The colors, the friendly faces, the geeky goodness, it was everything I wanted for my son and more.

The funny thing is, I never had any idea how I would’ve decorated the nursery if we’d been expecting a girl instead. Two years passed by and I found myself expecting again and still had no idea how I’d want to decorate a girl’s nursery. If this baby had been a boy, he would’ve had an Angry Birds nursery, but alas, we’re having a girl.

So, to the Internets for me! I scoured Pinterest, Babies R Us, and Amazon for inspiration and never came up with a theme per se, but did discover two things about myself:

1. Pastels are not my cup of tea.

2. Color makes me happy!

With this aesthetic in mind, I shopped and consulted with Wes and shopped some more until I found the perfect decorations for Little Girl’s nursery. Behold!

It's like pink exploded in here, I love it :)

This room is aggressively colorful and makes me feel girly and happy and relaxed. Aidan loves it too, he gleefully calls it “Baby Sister’s Room” and enjoys hiding under the crib.

So that’s it, mischief managed! The only thing we have left to do is wait for her to finish growing and we’re all set to go for Baby Round 2.