This weekend was busy. Crazy and chaotic with a side of “ew”
at times. My Friday morning hint at this
arrived in the form of a ditzy drive-thru barista who forgot to hand me a straw
with my light coffee blended frothy goodness, that I didn’t realize until I
merged onto the freeway. Aghhh! Keeping with my attempt to make things more positive in
karma land, I kindly unstrapped my 1 yr old who at that point thought it was
time to get out for good, and walked inside to let them know that next time
they should consider passing out straws with their cold beverages.
Once we got to the bay area, we stopped in Orinda to grab a
house key from one of the best friends, Lea.
I threw her baby shower this weekend (thank you Dina!) and needed to
unload 206 tons of rubber duck paraphernalia while she was workin’ it up at her
company. I’d like to thank her bosses
for encouraging my portly state of being, by offering GiGi and I the best
milkshakes ever. We went with a little F’real
mint chip action and before I could get my camera out, my little ice cream
monster had already dove in, fist first, to the cup before her. I thought I would go with the flow and let
her feed herself, but in retrospect, I gave her a lot more hand-to-mouth credit
than I should have. We got ice cream
everywhere. Sticky hands, sticky table,
sticky mommy, sticky eyelids, sticky 5-foot radius…
“5 feet?” you ask. Ah
yes, because when you are a one year old it is nothing short of pleasure baked
with satisfaction to wave your hands all around in the air like you just don’t
care. Cannonball pieces of chocolate
flying through the air like missles and detonating upon impact. Nice pieces of smooth furniture covered in
bits of instantly melted chocolate
(brain freeze!!)
.
Another one of my best friends, Anouck (who is also pregnant)
was entertaining houseguests this weekend, so GiGi and I stopped by to
visit. Her parents were here from the
Netherlands and we just love them so much that we couldn’t pass up the chance
to say hello. Little G adored the
touch-n-feel book that they brought her almost as much as their singing of
Dutch nursery rhymes.
(GiGi, proud of her new book)
(Opa, Gigi, Oma)
Once we got back to Lea’s we worked like mad women – GiGi and
I – to get the final details of the shower finished. It’s a good thing she picked the night before
what was to be a long day, to resist all urges to sleep. At 3 am, we promptly began working on the
favor boxes (little Chinese takeout boxes with labels and ultra-non-femme bows
that read “it’s a boy) since she had jolted awake, kicking me in the side, and
began jumping up and down. Seriously GiGi, thank you for your help and for staying awake SO long to make sure everything got done. I totally didn't need that extra sleep.
I connected label to box and she connected metal handle to
mouth. For anyone who received a party
favor with its contents upside down, broken or otherwise messed-up, my
apologies. You can be glad however that you didn’t get one of the ten or so with drool
on them. This fun game lasted right
up until 7:30 am when she decided to finally call it quits on being awake.
(helping mama)
The shower came and went and now all that’s left to do is twiddle
thumbs and wait for the baby. For me
that is. She gets to stress, panic,
ready the room and shop until her credit card drops dead of a heart attack. We went out for drinks that night, pregnant
woman in tow, and it wasn’t long before I was slurring my words and asking for
post-drink-pre-hangover food. I never really drink at all since having the
babe, but since she was keeping her daddy up this Saturday night instead of me,
I indulged. Sadly, I made my way through
two dirty vodka martinis before accidentally walking into a busy men’s’ room
and then cutting myself off from more martinis.
When we finally headed toward the car and got ready to leave, I asked
what time it was.
11:44pm.
I used to leave my house around 10 or 11 pm to go out for
the night and now I can’t even manage to have a few drinks and stay awake
late. That’s motherhood right?
(here I am ordering my first and last two martini's for a while)
