1.24.2012

Odds and Bobs (or, "Recent Tidbits")

-- So I turned 30. It was way exciting, especially because I got to go to work all day in the rain!  Party is next weekend; more to come.

--  When you have your own family, it's sort of an unwritten rule that you stop buying stuff for yourself, particularly pretty stuff.  My folks sent me the best goody box of Kiehl's aging creams and called to explain that they don't think I look old, just that I need to pamper myself.  That convo was much sweeter than it sounds.

-- BBC 1's Sherlock is super funny.

-- HD enjoyed my birthday balloons on my behalf. She's also learning the parts of a drum kit, and practicing on her toy pots. Partridge Family here we come!

-- Finally, my kid is extra pretty.


1.19.2012

A Treasure Trove of Larnin' (or, "20 Things I've Learned in My Twenties"

This week I make the grand exit from my twenties.  I'll be utterly honest and tell y'all that I don't mind this one little bit.  This past decade has taught me so much (as it does everyone, I suppose), but it's been pretty exhausting.  College in all its glory, entering the working world, dating in all its horror, falling in love, being married, changing careers, becoming a parent, buying a house, lots of family upheaval, seeing old friends come and go...  I've been reflecting a lot this week on the past, on general life lessons and just things I've discovered about myself.  Here are the:


20 Things I've Learned in my Twenties

1)  Even though I adored my college experience, I learned that a 4 year university really isn't the right path for everyone at age 18.  And not to automatically pass a negative judgment on anyone who's forged another way. 

2)  I am just not a career person.  I'm lucky to have a job at a company I believe in and to work with some great people.  But my true passions really don't align with many viable jobs.  I've prioritized my family's well being and comfort over my interests in choosing my profession, and I'm perfectly ok with that. It just doesn't exactly make for a lady who's itching to climb the corporate ladder.

3)  I do not need everyone to like me.  It's just too much work to pretend to be someone you're not for the people who don't get you.  As my buddy V used to say, "Sometimes a person is just not 'your people,' and that's ok."

4)  My 22 year old self would have been much better off to know that Jaegermeister is the devil.
Took me a full year to realize that Jaeger + Red Bull always = regret.

5)  Making friends is way harder as an adult (especially in the suburbs).  Although I still haven't pegged why.  Perhaps it's because we're no longer on a common playing field (e.g. how everyone was the new kid freshman year of college)?  Because we're all more cautious and reserved the older we get?  *Shrug*
 
6)  There is no right way to break up with someone, but if you're truly unhappy you can't waffle over it.  [Thank God for the courage and wisdom of Kim Kardashian, or I would never have come to terms with this on my own.]

7)  I'm grateful that while growing up, my parents were more authority figures and guidance counselors than friends.  That's what parents are supposed to do.  But now that I'm an adult and they no longer are responsible for me, I am so lucky to say that my parents are truly amazing friends to me.

8)  You should ALWAYS turn off your cell phone at the end of a night of drinking.  Once you're home safely, obviously.

9)  It's alright to let some friends fade out of your life -- sometimes people are needed in certain points in your life and then you go your separate ways.  That doesn't make the memories of those friends any less special.
 
10)  That ALL relationships are work, and nothing lasting exists without ongoing maintenance.  I've learned to make sure that I put forth effort with people who are worth it and are in it for the long haul with me. 

11) That as long as you can financially support yourself and not forgo your own sense of integrity, you should do whatever you damn well please as your job -- no matter what pressures or influences there are from family, classmates, friends, and society.  No need to work at something you dread because you think it'll make someone else proud or because it's the "best fit" for what you studied in college.

12)  A plate of pancakes may not fix your problems, but it will always makeyou forget them for awhile.
Bills?  Errands?  Deadlines?  All I see is sweet, sweet syrup.


13)  I have a really short fuse when it comes to rudeness (even if unintentional) from absolute strangers, and this trait can get me into a lot of trouble.  I'm trying really hard to work on not being counter-rude.  Everyone deserves common courtesy, even if they don't have my respect.

14)  The biggest way to strike up a new friendship is a common interest, right?  Embrace all your nerdy obsessions and fascinations, and let that freak flag proudly fly.  It becomes less embarrassing and more hilarious to geek out over something you love, especially if it connects you to someone else.  I'm a loud and proud lover of Lost, tinned sardines, Bob Seger, Harry Potter, and visiting insane tourist traps.
Rock 'n' roll never forgets.

15)  Never say never.  Because there will be that one time that new info comes to light, and you'll want to reserve the right to change your mind.  E.g. me, circa 2007, "never" wanting a phone that did anything more than call and text.  2012 me is cracking up over that one.

16) I've lived in enough places that I can now officially declare it.  Despite the noise, smog, traffic, etc. of city living, I am an affirmed Town Mouse.  The suburbs have their charms, and it's what's best for my family now.  But someday...

17)  That if you choose to marry at all, marry your best friend.  Seriously, it's the only way you're going to keep it together for years to come.  Oh, and this is operating under the assumption that best friends make each other laugh, are honest with each other (at least about the big stuff), and are just opposite enough to keep things interesting. 

18)  As soon as you have a steady paycheck, no matter how small, you gots to start saving for retirement.  I'd rather be playing bridge on my front porch in my 70s than continuing to tote the weary load.

19)  Making couch forts will always be fun, no matter what your age.

20)  That the fundamental truth of my life (just me, not universal for everyone) is that I'm meant to be a mama.  I really do understand that parenting is not what everyone wants, and that's cool.  But it's what I've worked hardest at in my life and it's my greatest and most useful talent (not that I'm in any way the perfect parent).  It's the thing I've wanted the hardest and most consistently in my time on this earth.  All the babysitting, nannying, and day camp counseling was leading up to this.

"Fallin', yes I am fallin', and she keeps callin' me back again."


1.17.2012

The Young Matey Hears the Call o' the Sea (or, "Our Quintessential Suburban Weekend")

This past weekend was the best possible mix of getting boring junk done and having fun.

Getting junk done equated to Target-mania to stock up on supplies and clearance clothes for our little bean pole.  Kid's 19 months old and almost too tall for 2 year old's clothes.  Grocery shopping, gym time, laundry.   And the dreaded little activity of digging through HD's plethora of toys/books/stuffed animals and weeding out the trash and stuff that's too babyish for her.


Yup, that's me wailing in the background.  I know grandparents like to spoil, but this is RIDICK!  There's more junk outside the shot, just waiting to impress upon our child that stuff equals love.
Now on to the funs!  Pinterest is a wonderful thing, no?  Well, not only has it helped me tag lots of pretties that I will never afford or muster the effort to make, but it also actually presents the occasional marvelous idea.  The "I Could Actually Do That" idea.   That particularly magical pin lead me to create a year's worth of pre-planned dates for Hubs as a Christmas gift.  Last Saturday, we did our first one, at home wine tasting.  We hit BevMo and took advantage of the 33% off sale, purchasing 3 wines that are not at all like what we usually drink.  After HD was asleep, we busted them out and did the whole she-bang, rating each wine on color, scent, and palate.  We spent a good hour discussing the wines, laughing, and using pretentious language about tannins.  First date was a roaring success!  I'll be sure to post about each month's date as they occur.  Conjugal details aside, naturally.


Hubs critiquing the Argentinan Chardonnay's not-buttery-enough color.
Boo-zay!
Sunday was a blast for our whole fam.  We headed up to our beloved San Francisco to hit up Golden Gate Park.  It was cold and windy, but Lord knows that doesn't stop a toddler from enjoying a park.  Kid had the time of her life at the huge Children's Playground, which has a tons of slides, those little bucket seats that spin around, sand pits, and cool statues of ocean stuff for climbing.  But our HD was completely enamored with the carousel.  So much so that she begged for a second ride and has not stopped talking about it in the days after.  She even reenacts the slides and carousel with her baby doll and stuffed Cookie Monster.


On her actual first ride.  HD looked so blase during the ride that we didn't realize she actually loved it until it was through and we had to vacate (horror!!).
That's right -- we're riding a pig with a jaunty neck kerchief.  I call him Toots.
The best part of the whole day is actually the part where we didn't take any photos.  Inspired by the wave and sea creature statues at the playground, HD insisted upon visiting the ocean.  Seriously, "Ocean?  Ocean?  Oooooocean?" was the catch phrase of the day, even in the midst of fun park stuffs.  And since the park is pretty much right there, we drove on over after we were done playing.  We got out and braved the blowing sand and walked our little bug-lette down to the Pacific.  I stood with my little family in the freezing wind, eyes squinting against the sun on the water, and knew that moment was so much better than any photo of it could ever be.





1.03.2012

Chamber Pots and Wee Ditties (or, "Things the Kid Does at 18 Months")

I've loved being home with the kid the past 2 weeks.  It's been a cool way to test out the stay-at-home Mama thing.  Plus, she's grown up so much in this brief time.  We've started potty training, and had our first success on New Year's Day (trust me, it was way thrilling).  Don't worry, I promise not to get much more detailed than that.  But to any mama readers who are interested, we've been working off the book Diaper-Free Before 3.  HD particularly loves Pirate Potty, Once Upon a Potty, and Potty.   

Also, we've been having all sorts of full on conversations with each other.  Granted, they're mostly about either the time we spent outside earlier that day or the desire to spend more time outside.  But we also have heated debates about the nature of the musical influences behind Yo Gabba Gabba, so that's been pretty stimulating (for me, anyway).  And the dancing!  Still working on catching that one on vid, but I have been thrilled to bop around the house with HD instead of following her with a camera.

And of course, there's the constant singing.  Enjoy a sample:


1.02.2012

The Longings of the Yuletide Season (or, "I Miss My OG Family")

This is the third Christmas season that I haven't spend with my parents and brother.  Granted, this is primarily due to my choice to not travel with a baby/toddler during one of the busiest travel seasons of the year.  Regardless, that doesn't mean that I don't miss them like crazy.  So this little random post is my little internet hug to them.

Daddy and Mama -- HD loves the gift you got her.  As we discussed on the phone, I believe that this is the most evil toy in existence.  My new year's resolution is to not accidentally-on-purpose break it.


Did you notice how this toy exerts it's wicked nature upon my kid?!  She's so lured by it's sinful sounds, she literally starts choking another baby!!

The newest thing we're trying to get HD to do is to learn a catch phrase for each member of our family. Let's give this a whirl:




To those who need a little help (since I am not going to attempt to input subtitles on the video), allow me to translate.  "Do what?" is a Southern expression meaning "Pardon me?  I didn't quite hear you/I wasn't paying attention to begin with."  That would be my father's (Pappy's) saying.  "Hey, y'all!" is a oft-used greeting in the South, meant to refer to both genders, not just "guys."  That would be my mother's (Mammy).  My brother is a rabid Raiders fan, hence his phrase.  And my sister-in-law's (Alice) family is French, which is why we went with "Bonjour!".  Also, we picked those phrases since they were pretty easy to teach HD.  That was actually prolly the trumping factor in choosing them.

HD says, "Bye, yaww!" (That would be "bye, y'all").



12.31.2011

This Annum Needs to be Keelhauled (or, "Finally, the End of 2011")

The past few years have been a complete whirlwind.  Witness the following:

  • 2008 -- The year Hubs (who was not-yet-Hubs back then) and I each moved from LA to San Francisco and started new career paths.  We also got engaged and started making a (teeny-tiny rented) home together.
  • 2009 -- We married, we traveled, and we decided to start a family.  We also started the super-duper-amazing-I-mean-no-it-sucks-shoot-me-now process of house hunting.
  • 2010 -- On New Years Day, we placed an offer on a beautiful Victorian house (20 miles south of our old apartment).  It was accepted, and we moved from the city to the 'burbs to become real mortgage-paying homeowners.  Hubs did a ton of travel for work; I got a promotion.  And of course, we became parents to the awesomest kid on the planet.  It was sort of a monster year for being thrust face first into adulthood.
So on New Years 2011, Hubs and I decided that we had had enough change to last us for awhile.  We said that our resolution was that 2011 would be the calmest year ever.  Keep it nice and easy, just work on our house, do our jobs as well as always, and have fun being parents and learning about our new town.  Apparently, God thought that was pretty funny.  And life continued to happen, you know, as it does.  

This year has had plenty of good, and definitely some bad.  It sure as hell threw a lot more change our way than we anticipated.    Another unexpected promotion, a new job for Hubs (so grateful and amazed that I can say both of those things in this economy).  Both of our brothers got married, bringing two awesome ladies into our family.  Our teeny gurgley baby became a walking, talking, hilarious drama queen.  We had a health scare that rocked our little family, and we managed to come out ok on the other side.  It's all been a lot more stress than we counted on.  But it was never, ever more than we could handle.  Every bit of it has made us stronger as a family.  And despite any anxieties we faced, we have a pretty good life.

With that, I can safely say that we have no resolutions for 2012.  Just goals and hopes.  To do everything we can to stay healthy, to strive for kindness, to be a good example for the kid, and to have fun.  Oh, and to blog more :)

Hope 2011 taught you all as much as it taught us.  Here's to a bright, shiny, unblemished new year!  Bring it, 2012!  

(And now, for a completely random video)


12.16.2011

Pirate in Red, with Crew o' Reindeer (or, "HD Meets the Big Guy")

We've definitely been a little holiday-themed here at The Dread Pirate Mama, but that's kind of the way the daughter is rolling lately.  Kid is obsessed with St. Nick.  Hubs and I had to wake her up yesterday morning, and the first words she uttered the actual second that she opened her eyes were "Santa Claus!"  Keep in mind that HD's only 1.5 years of age, so it's not like she's got a complete understanding of presents just yet.  To her, the Santa excitement doesn't stem from the bringing of toys...it's more the fact that he's basically a new puppet-type character in her life, like her beloved Cookie Monster.  He's a brightly colored squashy dude in an outlandish outfit with corresponding songs and catch phrases. 

She demands Santa songs at odd times of day, usually while being changed.  She takes ornaments from our tree and lays them at the feet of our 10 inch Santa figurine like sacrificial offerings.  She runs around the house chanting "ho, ho, ho, Meery Keefmiff."  So when Hubs and I talked to HD about visiting Big Santa Claus (not to be confused with our little figurine), she could barely contain her excitement.  I was wary, as I have heard many a story about toddler freakouts once in the presence of Santa. 


Last week, we headed to our small town's local fire house.  The amazing firemen hold a free event there each year, and it is 18,000x better than any mall Santa experience.  They have free hot drinks and cookies, a coloring station, and a big pile of actual snow out on their driveway (HD takes after her mama, and flat out refused to touch the stuff).  As the crowning glory of the event, Santa Claus hangs out in a black leather easy chair so the kids can visit him.  We went in the beginning of the event, and got to witness several nervous kids throw mini fits over visiting Santa.  Not so our HD.  Kid full on broke away from Mama and sprinted to Santa.  Thank goodness there wasn't a line to see the big guy.  She was in awe, and all smiles.




We decided to give Santa a break from all the love and allow other kids to visit him.  HD was only mildly pouty about saying goodbye, but was mollified at the coloring station.  Here's her I'm-so-not-sitting-in-the-cool-lap face:

Before we left, there was again no line for Santa (weird since the place was crawling with kids, and he wasn't a creepy Santa).  And HD sprinted up for a return visit.



You may be wondering, in the midst of all this Santa-love, have we discussed the true meaning of the holiday with our child?  Why, of course.  But only because one of the kids at day care taught her how to say "little baby Jesus."  She's now named one of her baby dolls "Little Baby Jesus."  This doll is a Cabbage Patch looking babe with pig tails that my grandmother sewed years ago -- the Jesus moniker would definitely would have warmed her Catholic heart to no end.