Dec 11 2015

Glitter, Granite, and Gratitude Yes, I am a fan of the Oxford comma.

<span class="entry-title-primary">Glitter, Granite, and Gratitude</span> <span class="entry-subtitle">Yes, I am a fan of the Oxford comma.</span>

Sometimes a holiday party feels more like an obligation than a celebration — especially when it’s work-related, and EXTRA-especially when you’re mostly an introvert. But with two young kids, no family, and a limited number of friends here in California, the opportunities to really go out are sort of few and far between. For that reason, I’ve been looking forward to The Company’s holiday party for weeks. Maybe months.

A sparkly dress! Actual makeup! HEELS, for crying out loud! I’ve been in flip-flops, sandals, and flat boots for like two years straight. Plus, it wasn’t “work related” for me, as my current job involves snuggling a baby and trying (but often failing) to squeeze in thirty-minute blocks of writing during his impossibly short naps.

I’m still too much of a chicken to leave my infant with a stranger — even P has never had a “babysitter” in the true sense of the word — so it was such a relief when my mom agreed to fly out for a few days. It would be our first child-free night in ages.

The rumor mill claimed that this annual gathering was supposed to be kind of epic, and for a holiday party, I guess it was. It reminded me of a super scaled-up wedding: a coat check, cocktail attire, tiny hors d’oeuvres…and, of course, freely-flowing champagne. Here I am after half a glass:

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Oct 15 2015

Pumpkin Patch Redux

Pumpkin Patch Redux

So we tried again.

This past weekend, we drove alllll the way back to the pumpkin patch for a redo. It was important to me that P be able to replace her “yucky” memories with new ones — and I needed to do the same. Part of phobics’ irrationality is that we tend to associate completely unrelated things with the sick event, even though we know they don’t really have anything to do with anything. (i.e. “I wore this outfit the last time someone threw up. Better not wear this outfit anymore.” Or we might remember the exact date of the last time we got sick and then become uneasy around that same date every year. Ridiculous, right? We know.) Anyway, since the pumpkin patch threatened to become a semi-scary place, I forced myself to go back ASAP.

What a relief to see the happy, non-feverish version of P! First stop: the face-painting clowns. She chose the glittery rainbow option and sat exceptionally still. Continue reading

Jun 17 2015

Santa Cruz Saturday P's First Trip to the Ocean

<span class="entry-title-primary">Santa Cruz Saturday</span> <span class="entry-subtitle">P's First Trip to the Ocean</span>

Living in this rental property has been one catastrophe after another, each one seemingly more nightmarish than the last. But this is not that post. This post is Peaches and the ocean and kiddie rides and happiness.

This past Saturday, Al and I figured it was finally time to ignore the stresses of moving and to explore some California fun with P. She’s seen lakes and swimming pools, but never the ocean — so we packed up and headed to Santa Cruz.

The traffic on the drive there wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected for a weekend (it probably helped that we didn’t leave until after her nap, which typically ends around 3:30 PM these days). It was beautiful and mountainous — if a little too winding for my taste — and P chattered excitedly about all the animals she’d get to see in the water. (Spoiler alert: Continue reading