Other than talking to my Mom on a regular basis, I also talk to my good friend Haniyyah. We used to be coworkers at my last job until she moved to Chicago about two years ago. She, my friend Meghan, and I all sat in the same studio. After working on the same project for two years, we all became not only friendly coworkers, but good friends. We all worked hard, but we brought an element of fun to our project that was otherwise extremely stressful and demanding.  Where Meghan made it very clear we were only FFs, you could say that Haniyyah and I are BFFs. Haniyyah also has a daughter and is a stay-at-home parent like me. So when we gab like two old ladies on the phone, we don’t talk about deadlines or TV shows anymore. We exchange recipes, and discuss our children’s sleep schedules and poop. Their poop, not ours. Anyways, she was coming to town with her daughter, and we decided to take the kids mallwalking. Continue reading “DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES”
A DAY OF THREE P’s
PASSPORT:
We are planning our trip to Japan this spring to visit Aya’s folks.  So it was time to get Ellie a passport. I had done all the research on what we needed and how we had to do it. I had my dad take the passport photos and we printed them out. We double checked the measurements, and made sure we had a plain background. We even printed out options because we didn’t know if she should be smiling in the photo or not. Another requirement for a baby passport is that both parent’s need to be present. To avoid Aya having to take a half-day of work off, Ellie and I were going to drive up to where Aya works (which is about an hour away) and do it on her lunch break. So I strapped Ellie in the car, and we were off to the post office. Continue reading “A DAY OF THREE P’s”
SPOOKED
Do you ever wonder if you’re really alone in your house when you are by yourself? Do you ever feel like someone is lurking in the shadows watching you?  Do you sometimes think you catch a glimpse of something in the corner of your eye but when you take another look you don’t see anything? I’ve been wondering these things myself lately. I think Ellie’s room has a visitor. Continue reading “SPOOKED”
THE CIDER MILL RULES
One of the best parts about fall is going to the cider mill. One of my fondest childhood memories was going to the cider mill every year. The cider mill we always went to was Apple Charlie’s. I don’t remember details of what we did there. I just remember we HAD to get donuts and cider. I’m assuming we ate them there and looked around, but I don’t remember the little petting zoo, I don’t remember looking at pumpkins, and I definitely don’t remember the Barn of Blood. But what I do remember is the feeling I had. The trip to the cider mill was a summary of what the fall season was. Everything fall was compiled into one spot with cider and donuts as the stars. The cool crisp fall air, the dry colorful fall leaves, fall jackets, everything imaginable made from apples and pumpkins, fall decorations, fall produce, and polka bands. And now that I have my own family, I’m very excited that I get to show Ellie why the cider mill rules! Continue reading “THE CIDER MILL RULES”
HAIR!
Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen…
My friend Amy’s niece was in town from Florida. She’s just a few weeks younger than Ellie and has hair. Not just a little bit of hair, CRAZY amounts of hair. Ellie doesn’t have much which I think is why she loves pulling on other babies’hair. When she met Zayna, she grabbed her hair. At the library she grabs all of the other babies’hair. Now, with a play date with Corryn set up, I knew someone was going to get their hair pulled and it wasn’t going to be Ellie’s.