Ever have a stranger come over and ask to rub your belly? When you weren’t pregnant? Maybe that didn’t happen to me either. But it might if I keep making more of that awesome Mousse. Mmmmm. Mousse. Aaaaanyway, even when I was pregnant no one really asked to rub my belly.
So I finally learned how to spell his middle name (L-e-o-p-o-l-d) but I think Leopard is so much cooler and my autocorrect recognizes it so that’s his name for now. Sorry Craig’s Opa!
Oh, and BTW…….
And now for the recipe portion of the blog (who can forget my quinoa), I bring to you the richest, chocolatiest, most decandant mousse I’ve ever made.
I don’t really talk about Annie much on here and that’s probably because I don’t really see much of her these days. She’s in school full time and if she’s not playing with her friends after school there are probably 500 things she’d rather be doing than schmoozing with me. I actually kind of miss her.
I got my bachelor’s from Queens College (QC WAHOOOOO) in Textiles and Apparel and minored in Studio Art. What was I thinking, right? I mean it’s a good day when Judah is able to identify my doodle as a fish-when it’s actually fish that I’m doodling. So while I didn’t improve on my studio art skills and I’d sooner buy Craig a new coat than sew on a button, I did make lifelong friends and who can put a price on that? After that I did a year at FIT where I majored in Fashion Merchandising Management. I quickly learned that I really had absolutely no interest in that. I just liked to shop. So when it was time to pick out internships I was matched up doing wardrobe styling for Rachael Ray*. I rocked it. Who wouldn’t like walking into Prada to buy Oscar shoes or leave the Loubouton store with 7(7!) boxes of shoes? Good times.
Yesterday was a pretty big shopping day for me. At the height of holiday shopping, I hit up all my favorite joints. I went to the Barney’s Warehouse Sale-I usually go at the beginning, check out the hock and then go back at the end because it all gets marked down. When you walk into the sale, they check your bag, it’s not unusual and I’m totally cool with it. Although yesterday, I didn’t have any bags, I had a purse. Yes, my purse is slightly bigger than other purses, but I did not think they would check that too. The nice bag check lady/man asked me for my purse, and I didn’t really want to give it to her/him simply because I saw other shoppers carrying theirs. So I said “you want my purse?” and some woman that was giving in her bags answers “yes, they take purses”. Who was she? Does she work there? No! Just mind your own business lady! But whatever, I checked my bag, and you know what-it was for the best, one less thing for me to carry.A few stops later, I was in Daffy’s. I was desperately in search of a photo album. As I was browsing, I passed by the dressing room. Instead of saying “fitting room” or “dressing room” on top, it said “undressing room”. All I could think was how clever these Daffy’s folks are! I mean they’re totally right, you go into the room and get undressed, yeah, you get dressed again, but calling it an undressing room just seems to make much more sense! We can all learn a few tips from Daffy’s-and there they don’t check your purse!
Well, jeez it’s getting cold out there! When I was checking the weather on my phone I had to make sure it was programmed to Fahrenheit because it’s going to be freezing!
I know, nobody cares about half birthdays. It was mine on Tuesday and you know how many people remembered? 1. Wait, does it even count if that 1 was me? With an end of June birthday it usually got ignored since school was over and camp had yet to start. Whatever.
Great. EPIDURAL NOW PLEASE.
Umm, oh look, you’re doctor is here!
Hey Doctor, can we call anesthesiology please?
Sure…. but I’m not sure they will make it on time.
No worries, I’ll wait. Oh, I feel like I have to poo!
Like you want to push? Ok, let’s get out of the hallways.
(they pushed me on the stretcher through the halls as I screamed and held my crotch)
We get to the room. No bed. We’re doing this on the stretcher.
Hi, I’m the anesthesiologist. I need to ask you some questions, give you the shpiel, get this started and then it needs to kick in in. The baby can probably come out before then.
Ok, we’re wasting time, let’s do this.
She started asking questions, I screamed and held my crotch every minute. Everyone in the room was nodding their heads. And it hit me. I’m not getting my drugs. My awesome Jamaican nurse assured me that I’ll be fine. It’ll hurt but then it will be over. I very hesitantly told the anesthesiologist she could leave. My doctor propped a bedpan underneath my butt since there was still no bed and told me to push at the next contraction. I pushed. It hurt. I can still hear the nurse’s accent screaming “push like you’re making a bowel movement, make the bowel movement, push out the bowel movement“.
And at 6:13 am, out she flew. Welcome to the world baby Elisabeth!
This past Sunday had record breaking highs in the 70’s. It was insane but who’s complaining? Although I had laryngitis we still managed to get out of the house. We took the A to 14th street and got completely lost trying to find Bleecker street (it’s confusing!). No big deal, I love exploring the West Village, there’s nothing like it!
On our way to the park there was a truck parked in front of the Marc Jacobs store and they were doing holiday pictures!
^^^^ Say FREEEEE!
On to the park. At first glance it’s a toy graveyard, there are toys everywhere. Some were broken, some weren’t but I was excited to find a toy that Lisi could enjoy!
Here’s my Round-up:
Bathroom: Check(but they were closed)
Picnic Tables: Check
Toddler friendly equipment: Check
Big kid equipment: Check
I mean, this park pretty much has everything. It’s kind of thrown in the middle of traffic but the doors lock. I think it’s the perfect park to stop by in after a day of shopping but not necessarily a destination park. That said, I’d totally go back. Well done Bleecker Playground, we’ll be seeing you again shortly!
…and by fun I mean not fun at all. I mean really unfun. In fact I should call this “Laryngitis not fun at all” but I don’t want to be a downer. Even when I try to make the most of it , it still sucks. I made this sign to keep near my door because the UPS guy must have thought I was a thankless bitch.
I walked by this playground a week ago when it felt like zero degrees outside and told myself I’d totally come back. The equipment looked like it would be the perfect size for a 2 year old (omg, he’s 2!) and there were toys everywhere!
^^^^that happened. Yes, more than if normally spend but come on, 70%