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Good Things That Happened In The Hospital That Were Not The Baby
1. First, Morgan came to meet Goldie and brought me Burmese food from an apparently quite famous place in San Francisco. Now, I am not a person who hears the words "Burmese food" and thinks "YES." It would be more accurate to say that I am a person who hears the words "Burmese food" and thinks "….?"
Because what, exactly, is it? Is it…spicy? Is it…noodles? I had no idea, but now I know, and what Burmese food is is basically a sunbeam compromised of everything delicious in the world. It's sort of a mashup between the best parts of Thai food and the best parts of Indian food, and now that I've had it, I want it all the time. I would like it right now, in fact.
…Morgan?
All This
Yesterday afternoon, Kendrick wedged himself into my bed with us and we took this photo, and then all three of us had one of the best naps of my entire life. I say "one of the best naps of my entire life," but I wasn't even really asleep; I was trying to make sure I stayed just awake enough not to miss one moment of it.
We're our way home this morning. I'm excited to go start a new life with our new family, but I'm not quite ready to leave all this yet.
On The Day You Were Born
DIY Easy Striped Baby Blanket
Our daughter is here. We're in the hospital and I managed to set "Crash Computer" as Order Of Business Number One (sigh), but I'll be back to business as usual in a couple of days. In the meantime, I set up a handful of posts…like this one on a project I finished just in time.
I started this blanket wayyyy back when we first announced that we were having a girl (I went for Liberty Wool #7824 Cupcake, and may have chosen #7837 Rodeo for a boy…or may have gone for Cupcake anyway, because I think it's gorgeous). Seven months is a very long time to be working on a single blanket…but I actually went for narrow needles and skinny yarn on purpose, because the thing about knitting projects is that I don't really do them to "make stuff" - I do them because I find them crazy-relaxing, and a great thing to do with your hands when you're watching TV, and am always bummed when they're done.
Anyway, I'm done. Which is good, because now I have something else to do with my hands: hold a baby.
Homemade Sparkling Hint Water
Just…
Journey’s End
Years ago, when I graduated college, my father and I took my white convertible on a cross-country road trip. We wound down the East Coast towards New Orleans, flew up through an empty, hot Texas, and landed in Santa Fe. I ate burritos with green chiles for breakfast, bought dreamcatchers by the side of the road, and found a hot pink fringed shawl to wrap myself in when the sun set and the desert air turned cold. When we reached the end of the line, we parked my car outside a grey apartment building on a side street off of the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles. We unpacked boxes and assembled Ikea furniture, and when we were done I tossed that fringed shawl across the foot of my bed and it instantly felt like home.
What's so crazy about this summer is that we've been on this wild journey, pulling our hands off the wheel and taking roads that we won't be certain make sense until we find out where they lead, and this feeling of who-knows-where-we're-going isn't just confined to our living situation: it's our life. Coming with us everywhere we've been these past couple of months is a person whose face we've never seen, and who, in just a few days - hours maybe - will be a bigger part of every moment of our days than we can possibly imagine, right now in the just-before. I have no idea who she'll be or what she'll do to our hearts, but I am certain that she will make everything different.
Right now we're coming to the end of another long journey, and we're nervous and restless and all the things you'd expect us to be, but we're also wandering together through sandy mountains, laying in a bed that doesn't belong to us and feeling the foot of a family member we haven't met yet move under my skin, riding ponies and breathing in ocean and drinking milkshakes in the mornings. There's so much upheaval and uncertainty, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable, exactly - it feels like it's just how it is right now, both because of where we are and because of us. It couldn't be any other way, but even if it could...I wouldn't want it to. That's been the most surprising part of all.
All About Those Eyelash Extensions
Got 'em. Love 'em.
But I am only on board with them if I include a few provisos.
For those of you who asked about how eyelash extensions are applied and whether I recommend them, let me present: a little mini-primer.
Labor Pizza
In which I journey to far-off lands the East Bay in search of a mythical labor-inducing pizza. (Not because I'm desperate to get this show on the road…just mostly because pizza sounded good, and labor pizza sounded funny, and whenever the words "funny" and "pizza" go together that can't be a bad thing.)
Here's how it went.









