Category Archives: Shenanigans

Our daughter will treasure this forever

A co-worker of mine told me how a friend of hers had photographed her newborn in a bowl of Fruit Loops. The idea was to take a picture of your baby with whatever food you craved while pregnant, so presumably, the food that made the baby. A clever idea, I thought.

For me, that would mean photographing our newborn in a bowl of ice cream, or maybe a bowl of ice cream sandwiches. Or heck, a bowl of ice cubes. Basically, screaming baby.

I decided to upend the process and photograph our pre-newborn with the food I’ve craved. There wasn’t any screaming, and at the end of the photo shoot I got to eat the prop.

(For the record, yes, that is my actual belly, not some fake I strapped on, as a few people have suggested.)

Eye of the beholder

Eleanor and I met up with our playgroup at our neighborhood pool last week. We packed up the basics: diapers, wipes, a change of clothes, snacks for both of us, water for both of us, beach towels, sunscreen, sunglasses, a pool key, a house key, my cell phone and a bunch of pool toys. Yes, those are the basics with a toddler.

And looking at that list, I know there must be an easier way to get around with all this stuff. The pool is just across the street, so I can’t justify driving there, but it’s hard to wrangle everything while I’m keeping up with a toddler. Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Donkey. How tall are donkeys? Our backyard fence is six feet. The neighbors never need know.

We had fun at the pool, but with about a dozen kids running around and borrowing our toys, I lost track of a few of our things. I didn’t get a chance to search for them because every time I turned my back, Eleanor dashed into the water. I figured we would go home and I’d come back later on my own to look.

Days later, I still hadn’t gone back. Greg finally stopped by the pool a few days ago.

“I didn’t find our stuff. They had a lost-and-found bin, but everything in it was crappy,” he explained.

“Greg, we lost a 99-cent plastic boat from Target and a $2 pair of sunglasses,” I said.

“But this stuff was really crappy,” he said.

Just in case you want to help us search for our toy boat, let me tell you a little about it. It’s about five inches long. The top is red, and the bottom is orange, and it’s all plastic. It has little holes that let in water, so it’s prone to sinking. But it is not crappy.

Mother’s Day weekend recap

Greg has abandoned Facebook in an effort to use his time more wisely, and I often think I should do the same, especially after this weekend. When I logged on, many of my mom friends had commented about how fantastic their weekends were and how relaxed they felt. I didn’t post anything about my weekend, but it went something like this.

On the way to the playground Saturday evening, our family came within inches of a car crash. Fortunately, the anti-lock brakes were very effective.

At the playground, a bird pooped on my arm and shirt.

On Sunday morning, Abe and I nearly got bitten by a snake — I think it was one of these — while on a hike-and-bike path near our house. It LUNGED at us, I tell you. Lunged and flicked its tongue.

Back at home, we discovered that our air-conditioning had died. Forecast high: mid-90s.

Life is getting back to normal today, and frankly, I’m relieved that Mother’s Day is over.