Tuesday, August 31, 2010
So, to make Peter happy and to impress his boss, I looked for 600 thread-count sheets the next time I was at the store. I bought a set of 500 thread-count sheets instead because I liked the color, design, and brand better than the 600 thread-count ones. I folded up our old sheets and put them in the closet; they were now consigned to be the understudies (sigh). When I put the new sheets on the bed I had to admit that they looked invitingly good. They were 100% supima cotton and had a nice sheen to them. But they felt too crisp the first few nights of sleeping on them, even though I'd pre-washed them. The old sheets were better.
After those first few nights, however, the new sheets got really comfortable. I'm not sure what happened, but I guess the magic of high thread-count sheets kicked in. Now I understand better what the big deal is. I fall asleep faster at night because they feel wonderful bundled up all softly around me. Still, they've proven to be a bit of a liability--even with a solid 7-8 hours of sleep, it's harder to get up in the morning because the bed feels way too comfortable and cozy. But that is a liability that I think I can live with!
Monday, August 23, 2010
|Eating lunch. Who needs a table anyway?|
Obviously I didn't completely neglect them. They were dressed, fed, and photographed. All the important things!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
I can, however, post pictures of our yard. The yard doesn't need much work (although the landscaping company says otherwise). I love this yard and the way our house is situated in the woods and the neighborhood. At night, it sounds like a nature CD right outside the windows because of the symphony that nature, insects, and occasionally hooting owls create. This is one of the reasons we bought this house--a spacious, mostly private yard in a natural setting that isn't bordered by other houses all around. It makes me feel like I'm back in New England. I love it!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
It was fun to see different parts of the country. Pennsylvania is stunningly beautiful. For many reasons it will always be one of my favorite states. I was also impressed with Indiana, which was full of green rolling hills and well-kept farms and some nice-looking malls. Ohio and Illinois were pretty bland, at least from the highway. Iowa, of course, was and is beautiful!
We spent Friday night near Scranton, Pennsylvania (The Office!) at a Marriott Residence Inn. Check out the swanky digs:
This kitchen is nicer than the kitchen in our new house!
When we drove into Iowa on Sunday afternoon, it felt good to arrive. It was a beautiful day with a bright blue sky and puffy white clouds, and the rolling farmland and green hills and fields seemed to rise up to greet us. It almost felt like we were coming home, which was an unexpected surprise. I'd been worried that I'd be feeling homesick by that point, but I wasn't.
Brody and Bentwood were especially happy to arrive. Poor cats!
We drove to our house to show it to my mother and the boys before going up to Cedar Rapids to stay in Peter's temporary apartment for the next two nights. The movers were coming the next day to move our things in. I liked the house just as much as I remembered liking it, my mother definitely approved, and John loved it!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
This one is the best of the bunch. Maybe he has some potential.
He did manage to get a perfect shot of the cake that he and John baked. Priorities, priorities.
We all have our strengths and weaknesses. But this is why I'm the family photographer the vast majority of the time!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
When I was 21 I graduated from Penn, got married, and moved to New Jersey, where we became first-time homeowners of a little condo that I still miss to this day.
When I was 22, after a number of somewhat depressing temp agency stints, I got my first real job with annual salary and benefits. I was a bona fide editor at a bona fide publishing company.
When I was 23 I got pregnant and was the sickest and most exhausted I've ever been. I gave up a very good job opportunity at one of the big publishing houses in Manhattan to become a full-time stay-at-home mother because that's what I wanted to do more.
When I was 24 I became a mom, which is what I always wanted to be and do the most in life. When my sweet baby John was born, life was much more complete; it changed forever and for the better.
When I was 25 I moved to Connecticut and into our first house.
When I was 26 I successfully convinced my husband to let us buy a timeshare. Hello, travel opportunities!
When I was 27 we took John to the Cayman Islands. This was the first time I ever needed a passport (sadly). Paradise found.
When I was 28 I got pregnant again, endured oral surgery without the significant benefit of being unconscious during it for the safety of my baby (OUCH), and went to the Bahamas for my anniversary. I deserved it.
When I was 29 I gave birth to my second son Sam, which was the most difficult thing I've ever done. 18 hours of labor, over three hours of pushing...but the end result was a beautiful perfect baby boy who is an absolute delight every day of my life.
When I was 30...I moved to Iowa, away from the Northeast and from my family, friends, and the comfortable familiarity of life there. It's fitting that such a big new beginning happens at the start of a new decade.
In my thirties I'd like to have one or two more kids, return to work part-time as they grow older, maybe get a Master's degree, do a lot of traveling, get our own house on Cape Cod, read lots of books, grow into myself more, live joyfully, age well. I loved my twenties, but I'm looking forward to my thirties. I think they'll be even better. Bring 'em on!