Monthly Archives: February 2014

30 Weeks and Coach


Mini Gwinn’s Valentine’s Day

Hey interwebs, how was your Valentine’s Day/ Presidents Day? We were finally able to get out of the house by the day before VDay, so I was able to add the finishing touch to mini Gwinn’s Valentine’s present- balloons. He had a little dinosaur decorated box of chocolates, a new book (this kid will sit still for over 10 books a day), a fun robot bag, but he loves balloons, so we of course needed them to complete his present.


Mouth full of chocolate, reading his new book “I Stink”

I gave Captain Laser Pants a Nintendo NES (the original Nintendo) retro- game system with Super Mario Brothers, Duckhunt, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II (everyone knows the first one was crap), complete with a duck hunt gun and candy.


I asked for tulips for my Valentine’s Day, CLP delivered.

CLP brought home tulips, dairy free brownies, and my favorite Chinese food takeout. The real surprise, though, arrived this Tuesday night.


Gambit looks amused wearing a scarf.

It was not this dog. Or his scarf.


Cool kid is cool


They’re Captain Laser Pants’ sunglasses, but MG wears them better.


30 weeks pregnant, none of this outfit is maternity. Please note that glorious bag…

See that glorious bag I’m sporting? I’ve been in lust/ love with it for months. You see, interwebs, I’ve been carrying a $6 backpack from Target to use as my diaper bag/ personal bag. It’s not a big deal because 90% of the time I’m with mini Gwinn, and a backpack holds everything he needs, as well as my wallet, phone and keys. But on those occasions when I’m alone, my options were to carry the ridiculous backpack or to juggle my wallet, phone and keys (in addition to whatever else I was out to get).

Enter my request for a purse.

Pre-baby, my purse was the size of my current wallet. Tiny. But since the necessity of a diaper bag has entered my life, something like a purse is just extra weight (plus, my current wallet is huge, and my olden days bag would never hold it). But as MG gets older and the next little guy’s appearance is just around the corner, a backpack is just as impractical as carrying two or three bags. I wanted something that I wouldn’t have to replace every few months (like a cheap purse or even cheaper backpack), so it needed to be well made. I wanted something that would be appropriate in practically every situation, with or without kids, so it needed to be versatile (and in my language that means “classic”). “Well made” and “classic” equals, of course. Coach.

Btdubs. The dress, chambray shirt, leggings combo I’m wearing in that picture cost a grand total of $18.37. I’m pretty thrifty when it comes to this sort of thing. So when I asked for a Coach bag for Christmas, Captain Laser Pants and I talked at length about the need for something that could hold the insane amount of stuff I lug around every day. It was an investment, I told him, but a worthy one. Coach bags are made so, so beautifully and they are made from incredibly durable glove leather. The bag, after a lot of research, would have to be a 1973 Coach duffle re-issue. Nothing else came close to it in terms of quality, craftsmanship, and beauty.

I had asked for it again for my birthday. And Valentine’s Day. And my husband sweetly told me that no store carried this re-issue anymore. I sighed, resigned myself to buying it after the baby was born, and pushed it to the back of my mind. Mini Gwinn needs a big boy bed, we’ve got to stock up on diapers, and our life isn’t really the kind of life that has designer handbags in it.

So when CLP took out the trash Tuesday night and reemerged from the garage with a huge, carefully wrapped package, I was confused. But then I saw the embossed “Coach” sticker sealing the tissue paper and my jaw hit the floor. The protective bag it came in was nicer than any purse I’d ever owned, and the real deal, the piece de resistance, was inside. I swooned. Caressed it. Wanted to sleep with it between us. I’m no label lover (really), but there really is a difference.

Ok, lovegush over this bag is done for now.

I’m 30 weeks pregnant (and 48 lbs.heavier and counting) and my OB confirmed we’re inducing between 37-39 weeks because of all my health problems. The hematologist will see me again a week before to check my platelet count, and if it’s still sketchy, I get to take prednisone to bump up the numbers before 2.0 makes his debut. Yuck. But I’m relieved to know for sure he’ll be here in April. Well, relieved and a little overwhelmed. His nursery is empty, mostly. There are some dog food cans and a carpet cleaner in it…

I need to get on this nesting business, eh?


Hothlanta 2.0

So… we can’t leave the house again for the second time in two weeks.

Laugh all you want, northerners. In the years I lived in Minneapolis, I never once saw the issue of ice.

See, in the north, once October 1st rolls around, the temperature drops from 65 degrees to 31 degrees, and then stays below 31 (and a lot of the time it’s below 0) til, like, May. So when it snows there, it just stays snowy. Every time there’s precipitation from the sky, it’s snow, and that’s that.

Down in redneckville (or however the rest of the country views the “deep south”), it warms up to the mid-40s and drops to the low 20s in the span of 24 hours. And if we’ve had a relatively cold winter, whatever is wet on the ground will freeze. Yesterday it snowed for a while, and we had a little over an inch on the ground, then it melted in the afternoon. The moisture didn’t evaporate into the air, and instead, froze overnight. And what’s currently falling from the skies is more accurately described as “tiny ice pellets” instead of soft, downy snow. If we all had snowplows and salt trucks on every street (there are plenty of private owners that contract out in the north to clear parking lots, etc), this wouldn’t be an issue. But this doesn’t happen often down here. Atlanta specifically was mocked mercilessly two weeks ago for the utter failure of handling two inches of snow (we had about 5-6 inches, btdubs). Take into account that there are over five million people that commute in and out of the city daily, and traffic is horrendous on any given day of the week, and you can add in some snow that fell, melted, then almost immediately iced over, and you have the debacle of January.

This time, the government was mocked for overreacting preemptively, closing schools and businesses before the clouds had even rolled across the sky. Since we don’t have cable and I don’t listen to the radio often, I was caught off guard that there was another storm on the way. I was pretty shocked to see huge lines at our local grocery store (my beloved Target is a six mile journey, and mini Gwinn was tired), only a few half gallons of milk left, and the bread aisles cleaned out. Frankly, I get the milk thing (for the kids), but why does the bread disappear so quickly? We were there to pick up some basics that I had forgotten at Target a couple days previously, and I immediately regretted leaving our driveway.

Oh well. So yesterday, as the snow was falling, Captain Laser Pants and I had to take mini Gwinn to the pediatrician. Luckily he’s doing much better today (a cold had to run its course, and now he’s back to bouncing off the walls), so we weren’t at the doctor’s office for long, but our normally populated- with- soccer- moms community looked nearly deserted. At least people weren’t willing to risk injury and danger this time? And today I see why. Our driveway is one long, smooth slab of ice. The street in front of our house is more of the same.

With that in mind, Captain Laser Pants won’t be leaving the basement for any length of time, as he’s either working from home or playing Battlefield 4. My Valentine’s Day gift to him is sitting in the entry closet, neatly wrapped (it all arrived by Monday), and my gift is nonexistent, because CLP is really bad at planning and blamed the weather this week for not having anything ready. From now on, I’ll be buying my own gifts in advance and thanking him at the appropriate times. Can you tell I’m peeved? It’s good he’s cute and good at other things…

Any way, big digression. The concern with the ice is that it either tree branches heavily laden with ice will pull down power lines, or that the power lines themselves will be so heavy with ice that they’ll fall. The power company came through and trimmed trees in our neighborhood several weeks ago, but I can see the ice on the lines from 200 yards away. Our house has a gas lighting fireplace and gas stove, and like a good, obsessive planning psycho that I am, we have enough “no cooking required” food for over three days, including powdered milk, in case we run out. But I’m still worried about keeping our little guy warm if we lose power.

Here’s to hoping our elderly neighbors stay warm and well fed, our friends stay safe and warm, and that I don’t throw the switch just to turn off the PS4 and/ or computer for the next few days.

Snow in Georgia

We had snow and ice that locked us in last week- here are some pictures from the first couple days. I can’t believe that we’re going to have another beautiful little boy (with blonde hair and blue eyes, no doubt. It would be so cool if he had dark hair like me, though!) in ten weeks!