Tantrum in aisle 12


I was in the grocery store this morning, picking up some items for a shoot this afternoon, and was bombarded by screaming toddlers.

It seems 9:30 a.m. is when stay-at-home moms decide to get groceries, and when tots get super-cranky.

There was a boy whining and struggling to be put down in front of me, and in the next aisle, there was a little girl screaming to get out of the cart, and a boy crying because his sister was crying.

My mom said that when I threw tantrums in the grocery store, she would abandon the cart and take me home immediately — to teach my bratty self a lesson.

But these moms and tots were already in line. Would you really leave without getting the milk/bread/Cheerios you need, when you were THAT CLOSE??? Or would you suck it up and try to ignore the shrieking until you reached the car?

I wondered how I would handle it if it had been my child freaking out in the 10-items-or-less line. My first instinct would probably be to cup my hand over their screaming mouth, but that’s bad parenting, for sure.

I will most likely be the kind of parent who shoves a lollipop in their mouth to keep them quiet.

I always loved bribes, and really, aren’t they just a nice mutual agreement? Candy for silence, everyone wins?

Home on the range

Well, I’m back, dear readers. No, I did not jump out of my office window yesterday — although yeah, I was damn close.
I was completely weary by the time I made it home with Darling Husband yesterday evening. While we made spinach salad and homemade pizza — delicious, comforting carbs! — we talked about something we have always dreamed about … getting the hell out of the city.
By the time the pizza was in the oven, we were on the real estate sites, drooling over cozy farmhouses with acres. ACRES! For two people who own a 1,200 square foot condo, that is like … like nine million condos stacked end to end, with the roof ripped off.
It wasn’t long before I was seeing visions of white cabinets and warm wood …

… country-style furniture like butcher-block islands …

… and Martha-Stewart-inspired shabby chic shelves with stacks and stacks of white dishes …

Darling Husband? Yeah, he was seeing visions like this …

We aren’t going to make any drastic decisions, but our hearts are definitely leaning towards the country. We’ll be able to afford a bigger place, which means more room for us, for Little Dog, and for the future kiddos. 
Oh, and I might be able to get the pet pig I’ve always wanted! Hee hee …

Manic Monday

I shouldn’t even be writing this. I’m so wiped from today — I should be sleeping.

Work was basically exploding all around me, all day. It was one of those intense workdays where projects are going berserk all over the place. People were freaking out. My stress level was through the roof.
All day long, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I was about one conversation away from a full-blown panic attack.
And I kept thinking … 
… how could I handle this kind of stress while pregnant and not lose the baby?

Spotted across a crowded living room

I saw a baby last night …

I was at an extended-family gathering. She belonged to someone I didn’t know — a relative of Darling Husband’s brother-in-law — and I didn’t even catch her name, let alone hold her.

But I watched her, from across the room, where I chatted with Sis-in-law. She wore a pale pink sleeper and had a fuzzy pink blanket that she kept rubbing against her cheek. 

She was ADORABLE.
While I ate my slice of birthday cake, I spied on her as her mother played with her. She had a little laugh, just like a Baby Alive doll — apparently those dolls do sound like the real deal. She would squeal and kick as her mother poked her in the tummy.
I have heard people say that one day they wake up, and it’s like a slap in the face — they want a baby. Like, NOW.
Is it normal that I feel like I am slapped in the face every day??? Will this continue until I get one of my own???

Dear Baby …

I am holding your quilt and thinking about you. It is very soft and cuddly-feeling, and I know you will love it.

xoxo