… Lilian has an awful lot of hair.
Also, does it make us bad parents that we’ve been encouraging this sort of behavior?
This is my dad. He’s got a lot of hair. So, we all call him Sasquatch. Except for my four-year-old niece. She calls him Sad Squash. Because big words are sometimes hard to pronounce. Also, because she figured out that it makes us all laugh.
Dad just turned 60, and he threw himself a raging birthday party at his factory in Rhode Island, complete with a couple hundred guests and a bunch of bands. You know, as you do .
We decided to make a day of it, and meet up with our favorite photographer to get some family portraits done. “Hello there Lilian,” he said as he got in the car. “I’m your personal photographer.”
(At this point? He pretty much is.)
We scouted out an awesome location. The weather had been lovely all day. We were wearing coordinating (but not matchy-matchy) outfits. I had props. You know that means it started raining about 5 minutes after we got out of the car. Lots of rain. Buckets and buckets of it.
“Waaaaaah,” Lilian wailed, “I have terrible parents.”
We decided to cut our losses and head straight to the factory. Scott and I wandered around looking for a spot that was kinda industrial looking. Without, you know, looking too industrial . It was harder than it looked.
“Why don’t you use the photo studio upstairs?” my Dad suggested. Oh, yeah, we could do that.
I don’t know if we got anything all that great, but there is probably at least one photo of the three of us in focus. Bam. Christmas Card. Done.
My Dad asked me to sing a couple songs. Little did he know exactly what he had asked for…
Why yes, that is me wearing a fake beard and playing a guitar. I decided to honor my Dad in the best way I could. By wearing that ridiculous getup, and then singing a mashup that I made up using the theme song from Hair and the Jimmy Fallon version of Whip My Hair. I’m not sure how much my Dad liked my homage, but my step-mom thought it was freaking hilarious.
(She made me the fake-beard hat, so I knew she would probably be on board with it.)
We all had a great time at the party. At least up until the point where we realized that it was 6pm, Lilian had only had a 20 minute nap all day, and she was not a happy camper.
“Waaaaaah,” Lilian wailed, “Seriously. I have terrible parents.”
Kristian drove Lilian home, and I stayed behind to have my second angry orchard of the evening. (Scandalous!) Oh, and to hang out with my sister Christina. And dance like a crazy person. Kristian texted me a couple hours later to let me know that there had been a bit of a meltdown. And by “bit of a meltdown,” I mean “total, epic meltdown.” Mostly on Lilian’s part, but it sounds like it was pretty rough for both of them.
Lilian is so easy-going, sometimes I forget that even she has her limits. We should have planned better. We had a vague plan that involved her napping in the car on the way down. But when she only slept for 20 minutes? We should have figured something else out. Lucky for us, she was back to her normal, sunny self by the next day. Next time, we will have a better plan. At the very least, we will have a stroller in the car for her to nap in. Live and learn!
And, let’s be honest here. She’s fifteen months old. We could have planned the day out perfectly and she still could have melted down at the end of it. Why? Because: toddlers.
Happy birthday, Sad Squash!
A few years ago, Kristian and I threw a Halloween brunch and called it Brunchoween. I love throwing Halloween parties, but I hated competing with everyone else’s parties for guests. Brunchoween was all the fun of decorating and wearing costumes, none of the stress of worrying that nobody was going to show up. Plus: mimosas! Brunchoween was great, but then I got pregnant about 6 weeks later, so we didn’t throw another one.
This year, we decided to throw Brunchoween II. Not so much because we were worried about competing Halloween parties. More like, this way nobody had to hire a babysitter.
Our demographic? It has… changed.
(Let’s just say that, this year, my Facebook feed had a lot less slutty costumes and a lot more kids in costumes.)
About a half hour into the party, Yogurt turned to me and said, “You know, I didn’t know you were supposed to bring a baby in order to get into this party.” I let him know that a few of my college friends were on the way, and that they weren’t bringing any babies with them. Safety in numbers!
A few minutes later…
“Hey Hope! Are those your college friends? Because that sure looks like a baby.”
“Oh no, they’re not bringing any babies, lalala… l’ooohhhhhh. Yeah. That’s a baby.”
It turns out, they gave another friend and her six-month-old a ride. Whoops!
The average age might be about 20-30 years younger these days, but Brunchoween is still a hell of a lot of fun. My only regret? I only snapped a handful of pictures. And I didn’t get any of Kristian or me. Or Lilian with her hood up.
I dressed up as Dorothy, Lilian was a flying monkey, and Kristian was the yellow brick road. I was rather proud of her costume. It had felt wings and a little mini fez.
The best part about Lilian’s costume? It was ridiculously easy to make, but looked like I spent a lot of time on it. Yessss.
We were going to take a picture of all the kids sitting together on the couch. But…. mimosas. Or something.
I think we need to make this a yearly event. Next year, I’ll take more pictures!
I just got back from a five-day business trip. I headed out Monday morning and drove all the way to our Corporate HQ in New Jersey. I worked out of our main office for a day and a half before heading to Nanuet, NY and a 3-day training at Crestron . Training finished up on Friday, which gave me some time and an evening to myself before I drove back on Saturday morning. It was a bit of a whirlwind trip, but I found it oddly invigorating. I missed Kristian and LJ like crazy, but I’m not going to lie… I had forgotten how good it feels to sleep in a little after getting 8+ hours of sleep.
There were a couple of little hitches. Like the small matter of no hot water at my hotel on Monday night (I took a hobo shower and then instructed all of my coworkers not to get too close). But, for the most part, things went really smoothly. I even stepped outside my comfort zone and watched both Red Sox games at the hotel bar.
Normally, I hate going to places of eating and/or drinking by myself. They’re such social activities, it feels awkward to sit by myself at a restaurant or a bar. But I knew that baseball would be more fun to watch if I was with other people. It also didn’t hurt that all of the TVs in that hotel’s room have ancient CRTs in them. If I wanted to watch the game and actually be able to see what was really going on, I had to go where the decent TVs were.
On Wednesday night there was a transplant from New Hampshire in the bar, so he and I had safety in numbers (nobody else who was in there seemed to care at all about baseball). We had a great time watching the game and shooting the shit. One of the guys from my training made an appearance towards the end of the game. He’s Canadian, so my fellow fan and I had a good time explaining baseball to him.
Thursday night, the bar was crowded and they had a Rangers (hockey) game on. I felt awkward about asking for them to change the channel (let’s not forget that I was in enemy territory – Yankees Country), but I told myself that I was being silly and then I forced myself to speak up. The bartender promised to change to baseball, but then the game started and we were all still watching hockey. I started frantically texting with Kristian about whether or not the $3 I had in my wallet would be enough to cover my seltzer water so I could throw down some cash and run back to my room. Then the bartender refilled my drink, I realized that the woman sitting next to me was his sister, and I decided that throwing down money and running away was no longer a viable option.
Lucky for me, there was a Yankees fan from Texas in the bar. He had no problem yelling out that the game had already started.
I ended up glad that I hadn’t run away. The bartender’s sister was a lovely lady, and we spent a very enjoyable evening chatting it up. Her brother walked over at one point and said, “I didn’t know you guys were friends.” We weren’t buddy, but I guess we are now. She told me a good chunk of her life story. Because that’s just how I roll.
She left sometime around the 6th or 7th inning, but the Canadian from my training came back, so I got to expound at length about the strategies around designated hitters. You know he’s Canadian, because he very politely let me drone on and on about it.
The training itself was great. I had been worried that I’d either be way behind everyone else or that I’d be really bored. I ended up finishing most of the exercises about 15-20 minutes ahead of the class, but I still learned a lot of new stuff. Plus, I pestered the trainer constantly, so I learned all sorts of fun new things by picking his brain. I’ve only been Crestron programming since April, so it was great to realize how quickly I’ve progressed. Most people don’t nerd out on this stuff like I do, so I will spare you the boring details.
We finished up a little early on Friday, but not early enough for me to check out of my hotel room on time. So, I went to the local mall and got my shop on. I know shopping isn’t all that exciting for most people (myself included!), but I pretty much never get the time to walk around leisurely and try stuff on. I mostly just buy things on the internet and hope that they fit. I picked up a couple of pieces that I’m really excited about. But I mostly just enjoyed having the time to myself.
It was hard to be away from my family for so long. And I know it was hard for Kristian to solo parent for so long. But, it was also good for me to spend time doing the things that I normally don’t find a way to do. I got a lot of sleeping “accomplished.” I also went for a run in the hotel gym, and used my kettle bell for a couple of heavy workouts. I wanted to go see a movie, but there wasn’t anything out that I was interested in seeing. So, I rented Iron Man 3 from Amazon streaming and spent a very enjoyable evening making Kristian’s Halloween costume. I even found the time to finish reading “Lean In.”
(I’ll probably write something about it in a later post.)
I think I need to force myself out of my comfort zone more. I think that means spending more time working out and less time watching TV. I think it also means making time to go out and do things. I pushed myself to make the most from this trip, and it really paid off. I bet I can find ways to do more when I’m at home.
Saturday night, Beans, Kristian, J and I went to Game 6 of the ALCS championship series. In other words, we were there when the Red Sox clinched the ALCS Championship and made it to the World Series.
I can’t say that our seats were as good as the last playoff game I went to .
But when it comes to the playoffs? There’s no bad seat in the house. There might have been a couple of teensy little poles in the way, but we could follow along just fine. And, really, it’s all about the experience of being there. I wrote last week about how amazing it is to be in the crowd for a playoff game. Well, this game? About a bazillion times more intense.
I’m still hoarse. I screamed my head off.
I was so glad to have Kristian there with me, because he is very tolerant of me jumping up and down, grabbing his shoulders, and yelling “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod I can’t take this anymore!!!!”
Pretty much the coolest thing that happened all night (except for the Sox winning, duuuuhhhhh) was (I believe) in the 8th inning. I turned to J and I said, “I’m gonna start a slow clap. Let’s make this happen.” And then we started clapping. And then the people around us started clapping. And then the whole freaking stadium started clapping. I turned to J in disbelief. Did this really happen?
The girl in front of us turned around and said, “Oh my god, I can’t believe that happened. You must feel so awesome right now.”
And then she high-fived me.
Because, yes, it was completely and utterly and completely awesome .
These guys? So totally owe me. :p
I actually had a chance to go to the first game of the World Series (hate me! you know you want to!), but I will be out of state on a business trip.
I’ll just be happy if I get to watch the Sox win. Even if I’m watching them by myself in a hotel room. :p