Out on Long Island

No, not the swanky part – Montauk, Sag Harbor, the Hamptons. Ray had a work trip filming at a lab in Cold Spring Harbor and I tagged along with the baby so that I could say I had a “vacation” this summer. It was a nice little getaway. The first night we had dinner at an Italian restaurant near our hotel. I swear, it’s like a foreign country out there. The accent alone is enough to crack me up. And so many of the stereotypes hold true. From my keen, anthropological observations, I was able to determine that this country’s national bag is the Louis Vuitton. The more upscale parts of the island are quite pleasant and if I had $800K or more to spend on a house, I wouldn’t mind living there (well, if it wasn’t humid).

Clockwise from top left: Stretching our legs in the NJ Turnpike
rest stop parking lot; Cold Spring Harbor; Linden at Skinny’s Cantina in
Long Island City; Ray & baby with Manhattan in the background.

Goal race

I need a goal race if I’m ever going to get back into running. So, September 29th you can find me at Nationals Stadium running the Light the Way 5K. Right now I can’t even imagine running one mile, let alone 3.1. But I used to be a decent runner. I started running in ’05 and ran pretty consistently until we left California in ’07. I had to Google my results to find what I think was my fastest 5K – the Labor Day race in Davis, California in ’05 – 26:54 (8:39 mile). And in March ’06 I ran my first and best half marathon in 2:03:10 (9:24 mile). Ah, the good ol’ days. If I can finish this upcoming race at an 11-minute mile I’ll be content. I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment, so I think that is a reasonable goal. Exactly when I am going to find time to train is beyond me. During lunch? I’ll figure something out.

I’m famous!

Okay, not really. But when I was going through my reader on Friday night (oh yeah, it’s an exciting life I lead), I came across this post from the local blog Greater Greater Washington. And my photo was one of their picks!

This pic was from one of my monthly photo challenges. (I’m doing two this month.) The assignment was “Colossal” from the #AugPicChallenge put together by John Martino, etal. And well, that’s a big ol’ brick building, the length of nearly the entire (long) block.

 

Out with the old

And in with the new. After eight years with my Scandinavian Designs kitchen table and functional, if not the most attractive, wooden folding chairs, it was time for an upgrade. Now that I think about it, I’ve had those chairs since I last lived “in DC,” from 2000-2001.

The old set had the unfortunate quality of basically matching our new hardwood floors; we kept looking for an inexpensive rug to break it up. But it’s a great little table; it even has two extensions that pull out so it can seat six. We had wanted a new set ever since we moved into the house almost two years ago. It just wasn’t (a) in the budget until now and (b) a priority, since at least we already had a table and chairs, if not the ones we desired. Speaking of desires… enter Room & Board. Oh, how I love thee. The new:

Such an improvement in the space! The darker wood contrasts with the floor. I don’t even think we’ll bother with a rug now. The larger, round table better fits the space. And the buffet/sideboard is just so much more substantial than our wussy IKEA console table. We will sell the dining table on Craigslist ($80 anyone?) but will hang onto the chairs for those rare times when we need to seat additional people at the table. Next up: replace the original light fixture with a pendant light with a big, fabric, drum shade.

Oh, please, yes!

Please, please, please let the window-filled living room corner of my next house be flanked by a pool a la this house. I die.

Geese & ganders

What’s good for the goose may be good for the gander, but what works for you & your baby may not work for me & mine (and vice versa). I learned this the hard way.

Cloth diapers: I was really intent on using cloth diapers. I received a bunch through our baby registry and bought my own as well. I think we ended up with 16 from bumGenius. Sherry over at Young House Love (love those guys!) made it sound so easy. And in her defense, it wasn’t not easy, but it wasn’t a good fit for us. We started with the cloth diapers about a month after Linden was born. Honestly, spraying off the poop wasn’t that horrible. But oh the laundry! Each load of diapers needs to be run through the wash several times. I was going to be returning to work full-time, I didn’t have that much time to commit to laundry. (Sherry works from home.) As it turned out it became a moot point when I started back at work because cloth diapering and day care do not mix. (Sherry’s baby wasn’t in day care.) The day care won’t cloth diaper unless you rent theirs. Um, no, we already give you $1,600/month. So I thought we’d just cloth diaper in the evenings and on weekends. But that generates one or two dirty cloth diapers a day during the week (we put her in 12-hour disposable diapers over night). Do you know how long you have to hold onto soiled diapers until you’ve generated even a semi-full load at 2 diapers per day. Gross. It’s my understanding that there is a thriving market for (very) gently used cloth diapers. Hit me up, $10 a pop.

Over-preparing: I wanted everything to be ready upon the baby’s arrival because I figured that would be easiest. Maybe it was easiest, but it was also incredibly wasteful. Do not open everything that you buy or receive before the baby is born and for the love of god, hang onto those receipts. Had I not opened and washed all of the cloth diapers I could have returned some of them. We also had at least half a dozen pacifiers, sterilized and ready to go. Well wouldn’t you know, Linden always shunned a pacifier. Okaaaaay… And although people may use them in different ways than we did, we did not need 2 dozen receiving blankets. We just ending up using the same 4 to 6 over and over.

Bottles: Plastic bad. Glass good. So we registered for and received 4 lifefactory bottles. (Sherry only needed four bottles total; she also breastfed almost exclusively for more than a year. I more or less didn’t breastfeed, but that is a post for another day.) It may be easy to pour pumped breast milk into those bottles on the rare occasion that one uses them, but it’s a bitch and a half to pour powdered formula into those narrow bottle tops. At least 1/4 of each scoop ended up on our countertop. We still use them, but only after all of the plastic bottles (hey, they are BPA-free) are dirty. Another strike against them? They are too heavy for Linden to hold on her own.

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If we have another baby, hopefully I’ll be smarter about these and many other things. It’s important to take into consideration how we live and our circumstances before trying to adopt the choices of others.

Mind games

There is a well known Kate Moss quote, “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” Well that is utter bullshit. Clearly she’s never had a Potbelly sugar cookie, a Good Stuff toasted marshmallow milkshake or a Toscano pizza from Red Rocks. Maybe her taste buds are deadened from overuse of cocaine. Nevertheless, I have found this little phrase to be of help in keeping me more on track with my weight maintenance. After reaching my goal, I fell off of the wagon a smidge, creeping back up to 150 (which is my desired ceiling weight). So, come each afternoon, when I want a sweet treat – that piece of chocolate or a donut from the break room – I pose a question to myself: Will this taste as good as skinny feels? Sometimes the answer is no and sometimes it’s a resounding, hell yes!

If…

… I was the cool version of me, I’d dress like this

Have hair that looked like this

Wear aviators like these

And come home to a house like this.

Ah, to dream…

Not “forever house”

How much effort, time and money should one invest in a non-forever house? We moved into our house two years ago. We’re here for a minimum of one more year (wouldn’t want to have to repay that $8,000 First Time Homebuyer credit) and a max of four years, when the baby will be getting ready to head off to kindergarten. Another recent mugging at gunpoint has us thinking that our move may be sooner rather than later. Aside from all of the safety related issues this brings up, which are obviously of the utmost importance, it has me thinking about more superficial things as well. Do I really want to paint that enormous wall? Should I bother replacing the builder-grade mirror in the master bath? Is it worth decorating that bathroom? But on the other hand, this is our house right now. We could still live here for quite a while, so why wouldn’t I continue to decorate the house to my liking? Is that really the best use of our limited resources though? Lots of questions; not so many answers.

Out n’ about, downtown DC

This past weekend, Ray & I headed downtown with the baby. For those who may not know, the Corcoran Gallery is free on Saturdays during the summer and Ray and I hadn’t been since we moved out here in ’07, which is a travesty. I love free! The last time I visited the Corcoran was for Annie Leibowitz and Roy Lichtenstein special exhibits when I was here in ’99 as an intern and living in the Virginia ‘burbs in ’00-’01. I was determined to not let another summer pass without taking advantage of the free admission. We made quick work of the Corcoran. It’s a darn good thing there were two of us because that place is all stairs and not particularly stroller-friendly as a result. We had a quick lunch downtown near the White House (Potbelly. We’re simple folks.) and then popped into the Renwick Gallery, a Smithsonian, which neither of us had ever been to. And all of this with just two hours on the meter. You’ve got to be efficient when you’ve got a 9 & 1/2-month in tow.