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Friday, January 30, 2015
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Big Sisters
Saturday marked a special day in my opinion, but no one else's. That's the day Edith turned two years, two months and three days old -- the exact same age I was when my younger sister was born.
It's hard to believe that in a few short weeks, Edith will be in the same position I was back then. Chances are, the long-term effect of having a sibling while only a young toddler herself will be largely the same: She won't remember ever being an only child.
I've never asked my parents how I handled the change. I should. I never heard any stories of me trying to shove a pillow in Katie's face when she came home from the hospital, so I must have done OK. I think Edith will, too. Right now she's fascinated by babies in infant car seats, and I have to make sure she isn't all over their hands and faces. But I think it's a good sign that she thinks babies are pretty adorable.
Of course, seeing a baby for a few minutes at story time or open gym is a whole different ball game than having an infant brother at home full-time. But all things considered, I'm more worried about how I will adapt to the changes than how she will!
It's hard to believe that in a few short weeks, Edith will be in the same position I was back then. Chances are, the long-term effect of having a sibling while only a young toddler herself will be largely the same: She won't remember ever being an only child.
I've never asked my parents how I handled the change. I should. I never heard any stories of me trying to shove a pillow in Katie's face when she came home from the hospital, so I must have done OK. I think Edith will, too. Right now she's fascinated by babies in infant car seats, and I have to make sure she isn't all over their hands and faces. But I think it's a good sign that she thinks babies are pretty adorable.
Of course, seeing a baby for a few minutes at story time or open gym is a whole different ball game than having an infant brother at home full-time. But all things considered, I'm more worried about how I will adapt to the changes than how she will!
Friday, January 23, 2015
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Dinner at Aab India Restaurant
Ever since we joined a CSA in Brooklyn, Paul's been into making Indian food at home. The strong spices required in curries were the perfect way to mask the natural taste of many of the bitter greens we would receive week after week! But we also simply like the taste of Indian food. Yet we rarely (never?) go to Indian restaurants. On Saturday, however, we visited Aab India Restaurant in Dublin.
We visited during Restaurant Week, which meant we got three courses for one set price. We each ordered vegetable pakora, a type of deep fried fritter.
We then chose a piece of naan and garlic naan. And for the main course, we each picked something we knew: I got the saag paneer, which is a spinach-based dish with cheese cubes. Paul ordered chicken tikka masala, which features tender strips of chicken in an orange tomato-based sauce.
Edith liked the pakora about as much as we did and couldn't get enough of the naan. The main dishes were spicy and good, with plenty leftover for later meals.
The atmosphere was pleasant, but certainly not so fancy that we felt out of place with a toddler. They had high chairs, and Edith was content looking around. All in all, a good meal. I'm anxious to return for Aab's weekend buffet so I can explore Indian dishes that I haven't yet tried.
Friday, January 16, 2015
Monday, January 12, 2015
Winter Blahs
The winter blahs have officially set in, with snow on the ground and temperatures below 0 this past week. The thermometer hovered around freezing yesterday -- an absolute heat wave.
Of course, the Christmas tree is down and the lights are mostly gone in the neighborhood. It's a seasonal letdown that I should be used to after 33 years, yet I never am.
And as icing to the worst cake ever, yesterday I had to take a three-hour test to determine if I have gestational diabetes. Three hours in a lab with four blood draws. What fun on a Sunday morning.
But there have been some good times and good news this month. We're finally in contract to sell our house on the west side of Columbus, the one that Paul and I bought the month before we married in 2003. We had a successful brunch party with my playgroup pals, their husbands and children on Saturday. And Ohio State's football team is playing in the national championship game tonight!
On a separate note, starting next week my blog will be published two days a week, on Tuesday and Friday. There will be no Wednesday post this week.
Of course, the Christmas tree is down and the lights are mostly gone in the neighborhood. It's a seasonal letdown that I should be used to after 33 years, yet I never am.
And as icing to the worst cake ever, yesterday I had to take a three-hour test to determine if I have gestational diabetes. Three hours in a lab with four blood draws. What fun on a Sunday morning.
But there have been some good times and good news this month. We're finally in contract to sell our house on the west side of Columbus, the one that Paul and I bought the month before we married in 2003. We had a successful brunch party with my playgroup pals, their husbands and children on Saturday. And Ohio State's football team is playing in the national championship game tonight!
On a separate note, starting next week my blog will be published two days a week, on Tuesday and Friday. There will be no Wednesday post this week.
Friday, January 9, 2015
Monday, January 5, 2015
2/3 to Baby
I'm about 2/3 of the way to baby, and I had forgotten how literally painful this final stretch can be. Two weeks of back problems left me literally limping up the stairs. Luckily, that mostly disappeared a few days ago, but I still yearn for the days when I can sleep on my back. Or sleep soundly at all. No sleep now is practice for baby later, they say. Blah, blah, blah. I'll take the sleep now.
But I do remember what it was like around this time with Edith -- the subway rides, the much slowed down walking, when walking was one of my major forms of transportation. And I still smile to think about how Paul had to do ALL of the laundry for weeks (really months) on end because I simply couldn't carry all of the baskets and bags to the Laundromat downstairs. I'm sure he doesn't miss those days.
So is this pregnancy better or worse? Eh, it's different. It's easier because I have more flexibility, by having a car, living in a comparatively large house instead of a small apartment and by being a stay-at-home mom. But it's also harder because I'm constantly chasing a toddler. So I think it's a wash.
But I do remember what it was like around this time with Edith -- the subway rides, the much slowed down walking, when walking was one of my major forms of transportation. And I still smile to think about how Paul had to do ALL of the laundry for weeks (really months) on end because I simply couldn't carry all of the baskets and bags to the Laundromat downstairs. I'm sure he doesn't miss those days.
So is this pregnancy better or worse? Eh, it's different. It's easier because I have more flexibility, by having a car, living in a comparatively large house instead of a small apartment and by being a stay-at-home mom. But it's also harder because I'm constantly chasing a toddler. So I think it's a wash.
Friday, January 2, 2015
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