on life lately, part 1.
These are my Easter lilies. They are pretty, right? Or, uh, they were pretty.
What is most interesting about this photo however is that you can tell that I still DON’T HAVE KITCHEN CHAIRS.
What in the heck. It’s been forever.
You will be happy to know that I finally did order kitchen chairs, eight months after moving in, and they were just delivered and are sitting in the garage waiting to be assembled which will probably happen by the time Max turns three.
I’ve wanted to do an update and get back into my weekly updates FOR.EV.ER now, but I spent precisely 12 weeks, give or take two weeks, on the couch/bed/chair/floor snuggling a little babe and savoring every breath during the freezing months of winter. I feel like I’m coming out of hibernation.
I seriously do.
Right now I can’t stop listening to the Mariah Carey album from 2008. E=MC2. Like, what? Why? How? Why? I should say “we” because Eddie just “happens” to be around when I’m listening to it and we both still remember all the words.
Max has no chance. Especially since this follows an hour of holding him while the three of us dance to the music videos of sugar, uptown funk, I really like you and little red wagon. It’s our routine.
I am eating a ridiculous amount of avocado toast. I’d love to be like “oh I’m so basic” as you’d expect, but I don’t even know if you can be basic once you’re a mom. Can you?
I’m only winning at the avocado game right now because I’ve decided my best bet is to buy the bags when the avocados are green and then just sit… and… WAIT.
Waiting is not my strong suit.
It’s worth it though. Topped with an egg and this truffle sesame salt from etsy. Yes please.
Everyday is different when it comes to meals – some days are awesome and I have time to make something fancy (like, um, avocado toast) and other days I can’t even throw ingredients into a blender.
Well that’s a lie. Most days I can do that. I am kicking butt on the smoothie train at the moment. My favorite add-in right now is frozen cherries. Also, spirulina and maca powder are back in full force. I swear, the spirulina makes me feel like a superhero, even if it does smell and sort of taste like fish food. I use this one, but I buy it at whole foods. Same one I’ve used in the past and talked about.
I don’t like any powders or mixes in my smoothies other than those (and maybe cocoa, duh), so lots of frozen fruit it is. Coconut milk. Things like that. YEP. Maybe some greek yogurt? It depends.
Also, I want to consume all of the iced coffee in the universe. Its kind of crazy how two years ago I used to write full blog posts on how I wished that I liked coffee. Now I’ve successfully ruined my pre-caffeine life with a love of it. This will definitely come back to haunt me, I know.
Most of the time I’m drinking decaf unless I have a zombie moment. So that makes it okay? Because I think it’s cool to stay up until 1am and get things done now! Spoiler alert: it’s not.
We’ve been brunching. A lot.
It seems to be the best meal out for a baby. Or should I say, the easiest. It’s just a nice time to be out and about. We’ve done lunches and dinners with Max, but brunch is our favorite. Brunches and burgers.
Marty’s wins for best baby brunch. Aka, the easiest.
Oh! Remember how I kept saying I went to the grocery store hungry? I really did.
Below is the grocery cart of balance.
Baby, brussels and ice cream.
[Note: writing this out and looking at this photo required me to get up off the couch and get some of the ice cream out of the fridge, which is now sitting in my lap with a spoon.]
On the topic of ice cream, it’s finally nice and warm out enough to WALK. GAH. You know how much I love my walks. And one should get extra ice cream for pushing a stroller up four hills. Agreed?
I bought new workout/walking/running-but-no-way-in-hell-will-I-run-soon shoes and am L.O.V.I.N.G. them. I realized it had been nearly two years since I bought a new pair (I know, terrible) and forgot how awesome it feels to workout in GOOD SHOES. I got these ones. I had Brooks for a few years and loved them, then rode the Mizuno train for awhile. Back with Brooks, they feel insanely fab.
[I had a picture of my kitchen after a day of work inserted here, and at the last minute deleted it because OMG WHAT A MESS and just no.]
I’m currently reading Three Many Cooks! GUYS. It’s so heart warming.
I’m also ridiculously excited because lots of my favorite authors are putting out their spring/summer novels soon and I’m hoping to read my face off.
Which is hilarious since at this point in my life, any extra time I have should maybe probably kind of be spent sleeping?
Here’s a picture of my fridge! Well, like half of one shelf of my fridge. It’s also quite balanced, like the grocery cart. Juice, juice, juice, coconut water, coconut milk, champagne. I like what I see.
That grapefruit juice is the best thing I’ve ever tasted right after the other 56 best things I’ve told you that I’ve tasted.
It’s really good.
Sometimes I make dinner at night, sometimes I don’t. It depends on the day. We ARE making time for homemade pizza night once a week. With a big salad. Sausage makes me want to die 300 deaths so it only stays on Eddie’s half.
Also, I’m kind of cheating with my pizza dough right now. Once a week Eddie brings home six cookies, my favorite tangy red peppers and this pizza kit from delallos – and HE makes it. It’s awesome. As much as I love making my regular dough, he really likes opening up this package and adding water to it and doing it himself.
It’s quite delicious and I don’t have to do any work. Winning.
I’ve also been making acai bowls in the morning or afternoon when I can. Dude, my life is so weird and different now because I used to eat first breakfast at like 6AM and some days I eat first breakfast at 10AM. I don’t love it but I don’t hate it either and I can’t do much about it anyway, which has been the biggest and best lesson for me to learn ever.
What else, again?
I’m finding myself coming out on the other side of an identity crisis. Dramatic, right? No, not really. Not really a CRISIS. Oh my god. Not a crisis. I am a dramatic jerk. Okay. Let’s say a struggle. It’s not necessarily been a bad thing either, it’s just been a… thing? If you have read my blog consistently or know anything about me, you know that it is my life. This is my life. Gosh I love it. For six years, it has basically been my identity because I love it so much. Which isn’t surprising, considering the all-or-nothing personality I possess (oh that’s fun) and my intense passion for doing the darn thing.
But about two months after Max was born I was like… oh boy. I no longer had the time or energy or time or did I mention time to spend on my work/passion/love like I have for so long, the work/passion/love that has really defined me as a person because I have been thrown so fully into it. It might sound totally weird (because it sure does when I type it out), but with having a new identity as a mom who works a lot and is her own boss but stays at home with an adorable nugget and this huge chunk of my heart (meaning, all of my heart) dedicated to something and someONE else, it shook things up a bit. I swear I spent a few days just being like, well… what do I do with… my life? I have 28 things on my work list that I need/want to accomplish but oh, I managed to accomplish one third of one of those things and it took three whole days. WHAT.
I am probably making no sense. It is quite difficult to explain. Be thrilled you are not my husband. I think he would love a pair of earplugs to wear for an hour when he gets home from work because of my nonstop babbling.
I like to keep most Max-related updates to the baby page, but oomph. This is my life. It’s what’s going on. There will be a little overlap since I am lucky enough to spend my days with this amazing little guy. It consumes approximately 143% of my time which is like 17% more of my time than I expected and exactly that amount of time you all told me to expect when I refused to listen. It’s nuts and insane I love the freaking heck out of it. I love the freaking heck out of you. More coming soon!