My Weekend

*Update: Just to prove that I have “Monday brain” I forgot to title this post. Doh. I have now given it the most creative title I could muster. You’re most welcome. 

Good morning. I hope you all had a great weekend. I know I did. It was lazy, and we didn’t do much, so basically, it was perfect. And now. Now it is Monday. And here is how I feel about that:

Also, this:

So, what did we do this weekend? Well, if you’re a college student, or you know, anyone that doesn’t have kids, I suggest you stop reading, because you will be bored out of your skull. If you’re a Mommy or someone like me (even before I had a baby and husband), then read on:

Friday: I got a text from the husband asking if I wanted to go to Costco after he got home from work. You have to understand that going to Costco, for us, is the equivalent of  going bar hopping (is that even a thing?) on a Friday night. We freaking love Costco. It is so much fun. You never know what you’re going to find. Pretty soon I am sure that we will all be outfitted from head to toe in clothes bought at Costco, eating hundred packs of string cheese, while putting away our economy size toilet paper. Also, awesome about Costco? THE SAMPLES. But you already knew that. The best thing ever is that our Costco has gelato at the food bar. I had never seen this before at any other Costco, so my dance that I did the first time I saw this was completely justified. Anyway… we went to Costco, but only bought 36 eggs (which will be gone by this Friday; we’ve already eaten 18), spinach, potatoes, avocados, and I think that’s it? But I’m not really sure. No impulse buys. Two weeks ago we had a major impulse buy of my new camera (yes, honey, it is mine… right?), so we were trying to keep the impulse buys to a minimum. After Costco we went to Vietnamese food to get pho, because in our family pho is the cure for all. Seriously, for everything. And, since Rose was sick we had to go, right? Right.

We’re like this, except with pho.

So, yeah. That was our Friday. It was awesome.

Saturday: Rose and I actually didn’t go anywhere on Saturday. The husband went to Wal Mart and Costco, after making us breakfast. He unclogged our upstairs bath (seriously, that was probably the highlight of my weekend- that thing was driving me cray cray). Rose and I stayed home and watched football (go niners!). Oh, oh, oh!! I forgot to mention one of the most exciting things about the weekend; we had Showtime for free (I just googled if there is a ‘w’ in the channel’s name…), which meant that we watched Weeds, Californication, and Dexter all night. Twas awesome.

Sunday: Rose slept past seven (yesssss!), and I woke up all confused. I was convinced it was Monday. Once I realized it was still the weekend I was so excited I started doing shots. Okay, not really; it was coffee (wouldn’t it be funny if I did, though?). We let the husband sleep in. Rose ate cheerios out of a container while I drank a whole pot of coffee. By the time the husband woke up I was in full on song and dance mode, which, I am sure is what he loves to wake up to. He made us breakfast again (and was even considerate enough to make enough potatoes for breakfast today). I really think Sunday was my favorite day this week. We went to Trader Joe’s (my love, in store form) and Wal Mart (not so much love, but it is useful, I guess). We came home, ate lunch, and Rose went down for a nap. Tim went out to play disc golf, and I went down for a nap as well. Rose napped FOREVER, which meant that I did too. It was AWESOME. We hung out, watched football (no Golden Globes over here… although I may have tried to sneak some in while Tim was doing his fantasy NHL draft), gave Rose dinner, played a bit, and put Rose down to bed. Just in time for my favorite show; Girls. I may have been a little bit abusive to my husband at this point, because in addition to making him watch Girls with me, I told him if he talked that I would punch him in the face. He said one word and I smacked him, just to show I wasn’t kidding. I feel really bad about that. Anyway… We ended the night with the newest episode of Californication, and I had a tortilla with avocado and string cheese for dinner.

And just because it kind of fits with my night (but not really…)

And another Girls reference. Because you can never have too many and Girls was probably the highlight of my whole week. So pathetic.

So… that was our weekend. Now that I’ve written it out, I kinda feel bad for making you read through all of this. Not bad enough that I won’t post it, but bad enough that I feel like I should apologize. The weekend was awesome. The six loads of laundry that are waiting to be folded are not. Sigh. Oh, well, at least I can watch last night’s Downton Abbey (nobody ruin it for me- including those of you that are lucky enough to live in a country that has already aired this season).

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In Which I Show Off My Awesome Photography Skills

Let me begin the post by saying, yes, I am aware of my fantastic photography skills. I’m professionally trained, and never even edit my photos. They are that good. And, also, yes, I am available for hire. Anyway… 

We moved into our new home last week. Friday we got our keys, and we spent our first night in our new house on Saturday. It was, with only one glitch, the most amazing, calmest, easiest move I have EVER made. I now know that the secret to a smooth move is that my husband and I are not together at all on moving day. He can take care of the heavy lifting, while I play games and eat cake (seriously, this is what I did- it was awesome). So, while I enjoyed myself at a lovely baby shower, my husband moved everything into our house. Karma kind of sucks though, since when I got home from having a good time, an hour before my daughter’s bedtime, nothing was ready for her to be put to bed, and my husband was nowhere in sight. Literally. His car was gone, along with the dog. After trying to reach him, I convinced myself that he had died and left me to be a single mother with no income and a living room filled with everything we own. So, so rational, I am. Then, my happy, even tempered, go with the flow baby had a complete meltdown. She cried, and cried, and cried. I carried pieced of the crib up to her new room. I found the screws to put her bed together. I stood and stared at the crib. I sat and stared at the crib. I cursed myself for throwing out instruction manuals, and for not having internet set up THE SECOND WE MOVED IN. All the while my daughter cried. And then… I cried. I cried, and screamed, and stomped around the house. I pouted. Called my mother-in-law, told her that her son was dead to me. She offered to come over and help (I think more to check on the safety of her son and grandchild and the sanity of her daughter-in-law than to help with the crib). My phone was almost dead. So, I screamed some more (note to self: always keep a cell phone charger in the diaper bag). And then… I manned up. I am a grownup. I don’t need my husband to put the crib together for me. I have a child. I did not need to be throwing a tantrum like a child. 

So, I searched through boxes to find the right tools. I spent some more time staring at the crib parts. I put the child in her swing and let her cry. And I built the damn thing. And, was almost finished when my brother-in-law and husband (alive, surprisingly…) walked in the door. I was finished, and damn proud. I was happy. The baby had stopped crying, and the boys had food and puppies and soda. My husband came upstairs to inspect my handiwork. He looked at me. Looked back at the crib. And then told me that I hadn’t put it together right, but that it would work for the night. He put in the last few screws, and I am sure was thinking that my screws needed tightening too (get it? I have a few screws loose… hahahaha). Moral of the story? Get crib put together before doing anything fun (like baby showers, or, you know, whatever the boys were doing). Also, screaming, crying, and stomping around does not put a crib together, and, does make one look rather crazy. 

Now, without further ado, welcome to our new home. These photos took hours to take, and I made sure to have the right lighting, and I also made sure everything was in place and looking perfect. 

Where I apparently watch Dr. Phil… No comment…Image

Cuz all the cool kids have bed pillows on their couches (futons)…ImageImageCurrently, the dining room has been dubbed the “messy room.” This is driving me bananas, and must change soon.ImageImageUpstairs… oh, yeah.ImageImageImageImageImageImageMissing: more wine on the rack, and ice cream in freezer. I take donations.ImageImageWhere I wash the dishes. And spy on the neighbors. Sometimes I save dishes until there are neighbors to snoop on. Creeper right here.ImageRose has a ton of toys, but still thinks the most entertaining things are Maggie’s bowls. That girl army crawls like a madwoman to get her hands in those dishes. Maggie is not amused. 

The end. I know you are dying to have me take some photos, so hit me up. Also available as an interior decorator. But, really, I do know a few awesome photographers, so if you are looking, contact them (I didn’t ask them if I could link to them, so hopefully they don’t mind, if nothing else, check out their photos!):

In California: Wendy Baker (she did my wedding)

In Texas: Emily Alexander (my sister-in-law’s sister-in-law… yeah… is there a title for that?)