We've been home for a week, and to answer your question, YES, it is the best week one would dream of when they move back in with their parents at age 31 with a husband and a daughter. The party never ends! I mean, really, what could possibly go wrong??
It was a crazy idea to begin with, but we are lucky that we have a place to stay while we get on our feet. Thank you to my Mom and Dad.
This weekend, my parents threw us a welcome home/baby shower/summer bbq party. It was lovely to see so many people, even though I barely saw everyone. EK did very well, even though she woke up at 5:30am and maybe had an hour and a half of nap time, total, during the whole day. We also got a lot of sweet loot, and I look forward to dressing EK to the nines for the next year.
Tonight, I pitched in and made some dinner. I found it delicious. Chicken with oregano, lemon juice, and feta, and some sauteed zucchinis and summer squash on the side. Unfortunately, dinner was so good, I'll probably have to start making it more often. Damn! Just when I thought I could get away with leeching off my parents for the rest of my life!
Also, I've taken to calling my daughter 'Beverly.' I think it's hilarious.
And finally, having access to a car has been epic. The SJC is learning his way around Metropolis (and Framingham and Wellesley) thanks to a couple of days in a row, trying to get Beverly to fall asleep in the car - and succeeding. Tomorrow, we may tour beautiful Wayland. Who knows! The world is our oyster.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Now What?
Well, we made it. We're back in the US of A, safe and sound. Ellen was a charmer the first 5 hours of the 6 hour flight, but that last hour was a killer. I blame the descent! Some super nerd sitting across the aisle from us told me, 'You know, if it cries," while pointing to Ellen, "you have to buy everyone on the plane a drink."
I wanted to punch is stupid face, but instead, I told him, "If she cries, everyone on this plane has to buy me a drink." He said nothing to me for the rest of the flight and glanced our way a few times, probably trying to get a glimpse of my breasts while I was nursing her. He seemed the type. A 40 year old virgin.
EK had many admirers on the flight, and several people came up to me afterwards saying how good she was and how adorable she is. It was a good feeling!
We met my parents, my sister, and my niece outside baggage claim, which was a wonderful reunion. My niece even patted my arm to make sure I was real (we Skype a lot.) She's so gorgeous in real life, and she looks so big now! The last time I saw her was in December.
We've been to BJ's and Whole Foods. I think both were culture shock experiences for the SJC, because, when you stop to think about it, who in the world needs 18 bars of soap in one go? Or one gallon of shampoo? Or 120 rolls of paper towels? Saves you money in the long run, but you probably need a separate bunker to store everything.
Our trip to Whole Foods can be summed up with the following quote from the SJC, "Is this place notoriously expensive?" Yes, yes it is.
EK has been adjusting slowly but surely, as have we all. The weather has been kind to us, in the low to mid 70s, but tomorrow the party is over. It's supposed to be in the 80s. This will be interesting...
I wanted to punch is stupid face, but instead, I told him, "If she cries, everyone on this plane has to buy me a drink." He said nothing to me for the rest of the flight and glanced our way a few times, probably trying to get a glimpse of my breasts while I was nursing her. He seemed the type. A 40 year old virgin.
EK had many admirers on the flight, and several people came up to me afterwards saying how good she was and how adorable she is. It was a good feeling!
We met my parents, my sister, and my niece outside baggage claim, which was a wonderful reunion. My niece even patted my arm to make sure I was real (we Skype a lot.) She's so gorgeous in real life, and she looks so big now! The last time I saw her was in December.
We've been to BJ's and Whole Foods. I think both were culture shock experiences for the SJC, because, when you stop to think about it, who in the world needs 18 bars of soap in one go? Or one gallon of shampoo? Or 120 rolls of paper towels? Saves you money in the long run, but you probably need a separate bunker to store everything.
Our trip to Whole Foods can be summed up with the following quote from the SJC, "Is this place notoriously expensive?" Yes, yes it is.
EK has been adjusting slowly but surely, as have we all. The weather has been kind to us, in the low to mid 70s, but tomorrow the party is over. It's supposed to be in the 80s. This will be interesting...
Monday, August 01, 2011
Come Dine With Me
I've been watching a lot of Come Dine With Me lately and it got me thinking what I would serve if I were to throw a dinner party for 5 strangers.
Then I came up with a dream menu and a reality menu. Behold:
Dream Cocktail: Mojitos.
Reality Cocktail: Rum and Coke.
Dream Wine: Between €20 - €30 a bottle.
Reality Wine: Between €9 -€14 a bottle.
Dream Appetizer: Pear and Goat's Cheese Tart (on puff pastry topped with chives and a drizzle of honey.)
Reality Appetizer: Caesar Salad, probably from a bag.
Dream Main: Roast chicken with stuffing and gravy, roasted potatoes, broccoli, and steamed carrots.
Reality Main: Chicken parm. That's breaded chicken with mozzarella on it over pasta and tomato sauce. Or: Chicken fajitas.
Dream Dessert: Red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting OR chocolate chip cupcakes with mint frosting.
Reality Dessert: Cadbury Mini-Rolls and tea.
I would, of course, be heavily reliant on Marks and Spencer to help me prepare my feast (both dream and reality), and if anyone got food poisoning, I'd blame the oven.
With a night like that lined up, who wouldn't want to come dine with me?
Then I came up with a dream menu and a reality menu. Behold:
Dream Cocktail: Mojitos.
Reality Cocktail: Rum and Coke.
Dream Wine: Between €20 - €30 a bottle.
Reality Wine: Between €9 -€14 a bottle.
Dream Appetizer: Pear and Goat's Cheese Tart (on puff pastry topped with chives and a drizzle of honey.)
Reality Appetizer: Caesar Salad, probably from a bag.
Dream Main: Roast chicken with stuffing and gravy, roasted potatoes, broccoli, and steamed carrots.
Reality Main: Chicken parm. That's breaded chicken with mozzarella on it over pasta and tomato sauce. Or: Chicken fajitas.
Dream Dessert: Red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting OR chocolate chip cupcakes with mint frosting.
Reality Dessert: Cadbury Mini-Rolls and tea.
I would, of course, be heavily reliant on Marks and Spencer to help me prepare my feast (both dream and reality), and if anyone got food poisoning, I'd blame the oven.
With a night like that lined up, who wouldn't want to come dine with me?
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