Weekends
My plan to cook a CSA ham steak on Friday night was botched by finding it bad in our fridge. It hadn't been out of the freezer long, but apparently there was a hole in the bag somewhere, and the air didn't treat it well. We walked over to Paisano's (love their chicken enchilada verde) and then chilled in the house for the night, catching up on recorded shows. Recharging just that one night makes such a huge difference.
I'm never able to sleep very late on the weekends between getting up to pee, our cat Mal wanting attention and having to be up so early during the week. Our cats have been more demanding during the night lately, and I joke with Brian that they are trying to get us ready for the baby. I got a lot of puttering around the house done and after breakfast we picked up our CSA share. We were back home for a couple of hours and I mixed up my first pizelle dough of the season to solidify in the fridge (it makes all of the difference) before we headed into Harvard Square. Brian's haircut appointment was at 2:00, so we had lunch at Wagamamma first and wandered a bit before heading to DHR. We had another few hours at home before heading out to a 40th birthday party in Lowell. I had time to get the cookies made for said party, assemble an egg strata to sit in the fridge until this morning's baking, and cook up some sausage to also go with breakfast (easier to reheat in the AM than deal with cooking everything). The party was a lot of fun - a surprise for our friend in his hood, mostly comprised of folks in our Star Wars groups. Dancing at parties does get more difficult as I get bigger but I'm holding my own. I had a lot of energy through the night and what mostly is frustrating is that the center part of my body just doesn't - move - anymore, and disrupts how I would usually grove on the dance floor. There wasn't a DJ but equipment to plug MP3 players into. We all had fun playing DJ, and ended the night with The Dropkicks for the birthday boy. I was SO BEAT when we got home. I wish I tired gradually, but such is not the case with my body. I'm all go go go go CRASH! This worries me a bit with how I will handle labor, so I really need to try and pace myself. But I digress.
It is Mom's birthday so I'm hosting the breakfast today. I love how we do things in my family: pot luck of sorts. I have the eggs and meat handled and have the coffee and tea, brother and his wifey are bringing some fruit, sister and her crew are bringing some kind of bread/rolls, and the parents are bringing juices. We've figured out that if we turn our dining room table diagonally we can stick a square card table on the end and we have *just* enough seating for everyone, spilling into our living room a bit. I'm not sure how this will go as the family gets larger. It is nice having this problem. I remember how sad, small and quiet things were when we stopped attending holiday gatherings at grandparents and aunts+uncles houses. Not having all the cousins running around and all of the yelling and talking over each other was just - odd. Now *we* are the aunts and uncles and grandparents and our kids are the cousins running around. I'm so glad our babe will have family close in age to grow up around. I see the day that there is a separate "kid's table", either in our living room or kitchen or den to accommodate the crew. This is how life works sometimes; it is strange to be on this side of it when it feels like only yesterday I was mourning being one of the cousins in the buzz.
I get sentimental this time of year as things get colder, we turn inwards and gather more for the holidays. It is even amplified this year as we prepare to grow our own household with our own child. So scary and so strange and so awesome at the same time. And she's not even here yet . . .
I'm never able to sleep very late on the weekends between getting up to pee, our cat Mal wanting attention and having to be up so early during the week. Our cats have been more demanding during the night lately, and I joke with Brian that they are trying to get us ready for the baby. I got a lot of puttering around the house done and after breakfast we picked up our CSA share. We were back home for a couple of hours and I mixed up my first pizelle dough of the season to solidify in the fridge (it makes all of the difference) before we headed into Harvard Square. Brian's haircut appointment was at 2:00, so we had lunch at Wagamamma first and wandered a bit before heading to DHR. We had another few hours at home before heading out to a 40th birthday party in Lowell. I had time to get the cookies made for said party, assemble an egg strata to sit in the fridge until this morning's baking, and cook up some sausage to also go with breakfast (easier to reheat in the AM than deal with cooking everything). The party was a lot of fun - a surprise for our friend in his hood, mostly comprised of folks in our Star Wars groups. Dancing at parties does get more difficult as I get bigger but I'm holding my own. I had a lot of energy through the night and what mostly is frustrating is that the center part of my body just doesn't - move - anymore, and disrupts how I would usually grove on the dance floor. There wasn't a DJ but equipment to plug MP3 players into. We all had fun playing DJ, and ended the night with The Dropkicks for the birthday boy. I was SO BEAT when we got home. I wish I tired gradually, but such is not the case with my body. I'm all go go go go CRASH! This worries me a bit with how I will handle labor, so I really need to try and pace myself. But I digress.
It is Mom's birthday so I'm hosting the breakfast today. I love how we do things in my family: pot luck of sorts. I have the eggs and meat handled and have the coffee and tea, brother and his wifey are bringing some fruit, sister and her crew are bringing some kind of bread/rolls, and the parents are bringing juices. We've figured out that if we turn our dining room table diagonally we can stick a square card table on the end and we have *just* enough seating for everyone, spilling into our living room a bit. I'm not sure how this will go as the family gets larger. It is nice having this problem. I remember how sad, small and quiet things were when we stopped attending holiday gatherings at grandparents and aunts+uncles houses. Not having all the cousins running around and all of the yelling and talking over each other was just - odd. Now *we* are the aunts and uncles and grandparents and our kids are the cousins running around. I'm so glad our babe will have family close in age to grow up around. I see the day that there is a separate "kid's table", either in our living room or kitchen or den to accommodate the crew. This is how life works sometimes; it is strange to be on this side of it when it feels like only yesterday I was mourning being one of the cousins in the buzz.
I get sentimental this time of year as things get colder, we turn inwards and gather more for the holidays. It is even amplified this year as we prepare to grow our own household with our own child. So scary and so strange and so awesome at the same time. And she's not even here yet . . .