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Happy Thankgiving! (Sorry… I’m late)

Happy belated Thanksgiving! I hope you all had a terrific day. Usually, I’m not really excited for Thanksgiving, but this year I actually liked it. What was different? Well, let’s compare it with last year (which was a pretty typical year).

Last year, we:

  • Drove 45 mins from our house to my parents’ house
  • Ate quickly (5 people in attendance)
  • Drove 2 hours from my parents’ house to my boyfriend’s grandmother’s house
  • Ate a second meal (14 people in attendance – that includes the 5 kids)
  • Drove 2 hours home
    • I’m a vegetarian (not that it’s a big deal, but I feel pretty “meh” about a holiday centered around eating turkey)
    • Also in the “meh” category: I have a small family so Thanksgiving has never been a big “to do.”

This year, we:

  • Drove 12 minutes from our house to my parents’ house (we moved)
  • Ate… somewhat leisurely
  • Drove 25 minutes to T’s um… 2nd cousin (?)’s house and then had the most awesome Thanksgiving ever!
  • Drove 20 minutes home

T’s mother’s first cousin, Mary, decided to host a giant Thanksgiving this year and invited the entire, extended family. Why? This is why:

baby girl 6mo

“Everyone wants to snuggle me!”

 

Mary owns a hostel/wedding venue so there was plenty of room for all sorts of extended family – and all sorts of relatives flew in from all over the country. In total, this Thanksgiving dinner included 43 other people! (including 3 other vegetarians!)

After dinner, we all partook in some square dancing! (Thanks to the baby for taking a nap so both T and I could participate, even though we weren’t planning on it – it was actually a lot more fun than I was expecting). There was contra dancing after the baby woke up. I’ve never done this much cardio AFTER the meal before!

Friday had more events! The baby and I drove back (T had to work… boo!) for an arts and crafts project of creating a topiary!

T's family and me, working on our topiaries!

Me and T’s family, working on our topiaries!

And Friday night, after dinner (T arrived for dinner) there was a talent show! And the family was all really talented! There were lots of musicians, some dancers, one cousin did some crazy push ups (including clapping and spinning 360° from a push up position!), and even some comedy/magic!

It was awesome!

It even motivated T to play the guitar again, which he hasn’t done in a few years. He has to get ready for the next time the family does this sort of event. I hope that’s really soon because it was so much fun!

Baby Guitar

Happy belated Thanksgiving from my little family:

Thanksgiving family photo

Oh… and here are some of the Thanksgivings images I thought about posting, but clearly didn’t get to on time:

Happiness food hat

Be thankful

Black friday

Saturday Morning Motivation – Shopping!

This morning I’m going to a giant consignment sale run by a mother’s organization. I hate shopping. Especially this type of shopping – where I want to make sure I’m finding something of good quality, but there are a ton of people, and it’s a limited amount of time, and there aren’t multiples of something – so if I like something I have to get it – and I really have to look! Ugh, stressful!

I’m on a quest to find some interesting things for the baby. She’s really paying attention to the world right now but she gets bored with things so quickly. She has an activity mat at our house and she’s already “over it!” So I’m looking for activity mats or chairs or exersaucers or bouncy seats or whatever will hold her attention, but for cheap because I’m sure she’ll check it out, figure it out, and want to move on in under a month!

Here’s my motivation for the day:

Not to have a hissy fit because the crowd is overwhelming

Keep a sense of humor

 

Don’t spend too much!

Find something fun for the baby!

Wish me luck!

Have a great weekend!

Crazy Wishes

Since I’ve already shared some of my less popular feelings about babies, I thought I would tell you about all of my silly hopes for this baby.

I assume that every parent hopes their baby is healthy, happy, is completely baked, and has all of their anatomy built correctly. I’m sure at least most parents hope their child is some combination of  smart, funny, nice, driven, sympathetic, compassionate, witty, humane, etc. And of course I hope for all of those things, too. But here are some of my sillier hopes, and I hope you get a kick out of my nutty list:

I hope that Booger gets either my dark hair or my wonderful boyfriend’s predominant freckles. T and I are both PALE people (T literally glows blue in the sunlight and I have NEVER had a tan in my entire life). If Booger gets my weak freckles and T’s light brown hair, I’m not sure we’ll ever see this transparent child.  

This is an old picture from when I tried to rock a pixie cut like a decade ago (I failed). But look at the glow on that skin! There's no filter used... that's just what I look like in the sunlight...

This is an old picture from when I tried to rock a pixie cut like a decade ago (I failed). But look at the glow on that skin! There’s no filter used… that’s just what I look like in the sunlight…

I hope Booger gets my eyesight and T’s perfect teeth. I don’t wear glasses or contacts (T does) and the dentist practically sings love songs to T’s teeth whenever he’s in there for a cleaning.

I hope Booger gets T’s musical and sports abilities. T can play 5 instruments and I’ve taken lessons for 4 instruments but can’t play any of them. I have zero rhythm! T used to play songs for me on the guitar and even if it was my favorite song I wouldn’t know it unless he sang the words (seriously – I’m musically stupid. I’m mostly ok with it). And when it comes to sports, I can pretty much only catch a ball with my face! My wonderful boyfriend, on the other hand, played sports from 5th grade through the end of high school and was actually good!

I hope Booger can draw like T as well. When we were in college (and had absolutely no money), T used to draw flowers for me and they were so lovely I still have them. He’s an architect… I think an ability to draw might be a prerequisite.

I hope Booger is a deep sleeper like I am instead of a crazy light sleeper like T.

This is me and my sweet boy cat. I'm not actually sleeping since the light is on (and I'm propped up on an additional pillow) but T thought it would make for a better picture... but I do often sleep with the cat like that - he puts himself there and I just enjoy it

This is me and my sweet boy cat. I’m not actually sleeping since the light is on (and I’m propped up on an additional pillow) but T thought it would make for a better picture… but I do often sleep with the cat like that – he puts himself there and I just enjoy it

I hope Booger likes to cook, because I sure as heck don’t!

I hope Booger has a love of animals. I’m pretty sure that’s a learned trait though… so I think we’ll be ok.

I hope Booger is willing to try new things from foods to adventures like T and I are.

Of course I will love my child completely even if he/she doesn’t get a single one of these traits… although I’m really hoping for the dark hair or dark freckles… otherwise he/she might just be too transparent to find!

Do you have any silly wishes for your kids (real or hypothetical)? Any traits of yours or your partner’s that you’d want passed along?

I’m Not That Lady – Baby Crazy

Disclaimer: there is nothing wrong with being “that lady.” In fact, I think in all of the situations where I think about “that lady,” “she” is the standard and I’m the odd duck. And feeling like an odd duck, I thought I would take to the blogging world to hopefully find other odd ducks with me. I’m not trying to bash “that lady,” I think the world wants me to be “that lady” and I’m just not good at it. If you are that lady, rock out and go you! Read the others in this series: Counting in Weeks and Passionate About Birth Plans

When I first started telling everyone that I was pregnant, many people had the same reaction: “Are you super excited for a baby?!”

Well actually… no…

Don’t get me wrong! I’m super excited for a child, I’m just not super excited for a baby. (Although everyone always jumps to tell me that I’ll love my own… yes, I’m sure that’s true. I’m pretty sure nature designs it that way.)

To me, new babies sleep and eat and poo and are still working on brain development so they aren’t super exciting (plus, whenever I hold other people’s babies, they always start wailing!). I’m not one of those ladies that simply lives to smell a baby’s head. I saw a National Geographic documentary on Netflix that described a baby that is less than 3 months old as still a fetus – because they are still so dependant on someone. It makes complete sense to me. And I’m not faulting babies for that – he/she is busy building a big brain! I’m just not most enthusiastic about that stage of care-taking.

Babies seem like a lot of work to me (rightfully so!). In fact, the only reason I thought I could take on that daunting task was because of an interaction I had with my cat one day. When my sweet little girl cat was about 8 months old (not really a full-sized cat, but she had grown out of the baby phase), she fell asleep in my arms on her back. Her little face was close to mine and I literally watched her breathe for 15 full minutes, she was enchanting. I figured if I could get that much pleasure out of watching my cat, surely I could muster up the same or more for my own kid.

But I’m SUPER excited about having a little person. I’m really looking forward to bad knock-knock jokes and stories about how their day went at school, and watching all of the learning that takes place from learning to walk to tying their shoes to driving. That all seems amazing to me!

One night, I literally stressed out about “how old do they have to be before I can teach them about satire?!”

This thought was brought on this book:

Seriously, if you’ve never read it, you should. It’s terrific in all the wrong ways. Here’s an example of the back cover, but the whole book is so entertaining:

ABZ back cover

So I’m probably a terrible person for admitting it. I’m not one of those ladies who is most looking forward to the first few months of my child’s life (although I absolutely plan to be committed to that time frame and I’m sure I will love him/her). But I am 100% looking forward to every year after that!

(However, during the last ultrasound, we got to see Booger‘s little lips in action – and at first I thought they were making a little kissy face, but then the tongue started doing its thing and it looked more like he/she was trying to lick something off his/her bottom lip – I pictured it as a practice run for apple sauce. I’m sure it was more of a practice run for nursing… but my mind went to apple sauce first… And that was pretty neat! Of course I was flooded with love, just as I fully expect to be once I get to meet him/her – but doesn’t the potty-trained stage of a person’s life seem so much more enchanting?!)

Thanksgiving Recap

After all my whining and complaining about how I don’t like Thanksgiving, it actually turned out to be not so bad. I may have also realized that I don’t hate Thanksgiving, I hate all of the stress and obligation associated with 2 Thanksgivings.

I have been blissfully in love with my wonderful boyfriend for over ten years, but we’ve only started “sharing” Thanksgiving in the last few years. We would spend (late) lunch with one family and then drive 2 hours to have dinner with the other family (total driving for the day: 5 hours). So lately, Thanksgiving feels rushed and stressful and gross.

Unfortunately for my boyfriend, he was super sick on Thanksgiving. He stayed home napping on the couch, and I only had to attend one meal this year! The one with my family where all of my favorite comfort foods would be! (His mother is a wonderful cook… but their family eats different things than mine on Thanksgiving… so it doesn’t have that cozy feeling that I associate with my mom’s cooking… and I’m sure my boyfriend feels the same way about the meal at my family’s house, and that’s ok.) It was really nice. No stress, no feeling late. I got to enjoy the whole meal. And for the first time in years, I got to enjoy a nap after the meal! Lovely!

Now I remember why people actually like this holiday!

I’m so thankful for so many things in life: my wonderful boyfriend, my family, my friends, my job, my health, and not getting pulled over when I sped past that cop on the highway on Thanksgiving! (oops!) My life is wonderful and I’m so happy with all the little blessings!

I hope you are able to feel the same with your life. Happy Thanksgiving!

This was NOT my Thanksgiving this year and I’m thankful for that!

And the Holiday Season Begins…

Thanksgiving is almost upon us. And to be totally honest, as these major holidays go, Thanksgiving is my least favorite. In fact, I almost hate it. I used to just have a “meh” attitude towards it, but then I started having to share Thanksgiving and it all spiraled out of control.

I know many people love Thanksgiving (heck, it’s my super awesome boss’s favorite). I understand, that unlike many of the other holidays, it’s not all about shopping and gifts and commercialism. It’s about family… and turkey…

And that’s pretty much why I don’t love the holiday… I’m a vegetarian so… eh… on the turkey. Although my mother makes a lovely spread. But now that my wonderful boyfriend and I share Thanksgiving, we go to both family’s houses. It means a total of 5 hours of driving, missing parts of meals, and being generally stressed about leaving early/arriving late. Plus, there is a huge change in mental attitudes from one house to the next. One house is super chill, in fact it’s “pajamas Thanksgiving” so we can all be thankful about being comfortable! The other house has a lot more people, is super chaotic, is formal, and generally a little more stressful. It’s a little complicated to switch gears that drastically.

We’ve thought about only going to one… but that wouldn’t fly with either family… and we don’t think the families would mix well… So while for many this is a holiday about family… for us it’s also a little about obligations to family. Please don’t get me wrong though, I do love both families and I do love the idea of taking a day out of life to really focus on all that we’re thankful for. It’s nice to stop and notice all of the blessings in one’s life. I do really love that part about the day.

It’s just one day and we’ll all survive. But! To keep my spirits up for this day I thought I would post little Thanksgiving or vegetarian jokes/cartoons leading up to Thursday. You have to be able to laugh at yourself right?

So here’s the first one (I posted it last year, but I still love it):

Rove the Cove 5k

I ran a 5k on Saturday. Since you haven’t heard of this plan yet, you’re probably thinking it was pretty impetuous. It sort of wasn’t, but I had a lot of mixed feelings about it beforehand. “The Cove” is a park/playground in one of the suburbs west of Boston, along the Charles River. Specifically it’s within walking distance of T’s sister’s house. She is the one who told me about the 5k… months ago. Jen (that’s right, my wonderful boyfriend’s sister and I have the same name) is the soccer coach for her 10-year-old daughter’s team. At one of the games, Jen told me that she was trying to recruit the girls on the team and their moms to all run the Rove the Cove 5k (as it benefits the community association… and I wouldn’t be surprised if the town soccer teams have something to do with the community association). When she told me this, I wasn’t quite sure if this was an invitation to join or if she was just telling me about it because she was excited. (This is where my mixed feelings about the run started.)

Back story: I grew up with a little brother and we’re almost 4 years apart. Because he is male and I am female (and because my parents are pretty awesome), our relationship was never a competitive one. We always had separate interests – with the exception of liking high school drama… but it’s not like we were going out for the same parts.

Me and my little brother… when we were little.

I don’t want to create a competitive relationship with my sister-out-law (T and I aren’t legally married, so she’s not my in-law). Honestly, I would love to train with her but she and I have very different schedules. I’m a busy bee with work and theater and she’s a busy bee with her kids’ schedules. I would love to legitimately be friends with her, but we’re in very different places in our lives. So I was very worried about stepping on her toes and signing up for her race.

In the end, I decided to do it. It cost $12 for early registration, it was only a few miles from me, and I figured if she didn’t want me there, she wouldn’t have mentioned it along with “we’re trying to get as many people as possible to sign up.” Plus, I’m really embarrassed about running a 12 minute mile at the Race to Home Base 9k and I wanted to do a run that would make me feel more confident (especially before my 10k in July).

It turned out that she and her daughter didn’t run the race (I think they might have actually had soccer game at the same time), which was a bit of bummer because I would have LOVED to have run with them, but I’ll still get the chance at the Color Run.

I’m really glad that I did the run though. I’ve never done a small run before. Only 122 people finished (another 17 people signed up and “did not finish” according to the results). My next smallest race had 1150 finishers… It was a really nice vibe though (even if I was one of the slowest, clearly beaten by a bunch of 10 year olds).

I also tend to run “fast and flat” races, and even my neighborhood training ground isn’t very hilly. This was VERY hilly though! If I added up all of the flat bits, it might equal 1/2 mile of flat. And these weren’t soft, rolling hills; these were steep, aggressive hills. By mile 2.5, my calves were ready to quit. I’m taking it as a challenge though. Part of me really wants to run the course every week until I’m good at it! One really great highlight is that Jen’s husband and 6-year-old son were out on their front porch cheering on the runners! Their house was near the end of the race and I really needed some cheering at that point. It was so nice to see them! One other highlight was around the 2.25 mile mark, a 6-year-old girl was on her lawn with a cowbell, cheering everyone on! Yes!

My wonderful boyfriend didn’t make it to this race. Unfortunately, he had to take our little girl kitty to the vet that morning. We think she cut herself while crawling under a fence. She has a cut on her back that had gotten swollen, so she had to go to the vet for antibiotics and to lance the cyst. Luckily for her, the vet doesn’t think the cut was from an animal, so she’s not quarantined from other animals. Luckily for me, she’s a little miss priss and she’s more than happy to stay inside all day (curled up on the couch) until the wound heals and her fur grows back.

(Pictured here in a cape she made for herself out of a brown paper bag)

It was a bummer not to have my biggest fan at this race, but it was for a good reason. The biggest downside was that I parked too far away from the park (there is another park right next to it and I parked on that side… oops!) so I had to run with my new, race t-shirt in my hand. I usually run with a bottle of water and the shirt was about the same size, rolled up. So it really wasn’t much of an issue. And because there were so few people, no one was in jeans or a funny costume, nor did anyone have a good sign. So I didn’t feel bad about missing a  photo-op for one of my favorite bloggers, Jill.

Oh! And because the race was so small, they didn’t give prizes to the top people in age categories. Instead they entered all finishers into a raffle. And I won! (along with about 40 other people… seriously the Auburndale Community Association are AWESOME fundraisers!) But I was the second winner, so I had my choice of the table of prizes and now I’ll get to buy myself some new clothes from a local business called The Dress Shop! I’ve never been before, but I’m excited to support a small business and for new clothes!

Oh and some other good news? Despite all the hills, my first mile was 9:25! WAY better than 12! So I’m feeling better about myself… even though my total time puts me closer to an 11 minute mile.

My final stats for the Rove the Cove 5k:
Time: 33:49
Place: 102/122 (84%)

That’s it for stats… they don’t even show the ages of the other runners (unless they are under 18) so I’m not sure how I did in regards to my age group. Based on my own calculations though (ok… I counted), I came in 44 out of 55 women (6 of whom are under 18… 3 finished before me and 3 finished after me). So clearly, this race is nothing to brag about, but I’m still glad I did it.

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