Thursday, April 30, 2009

I Don't Even Remember Where We Were

Happy for reasons even I don't completely understand.

Monday, April 27, 2009

I Don't Know What To Tell You


Except that I did not take any notes whatsoever in cooking class today. I ate very green soup and cleaned the bowl with seventeen pieces of bread and broke my red wine rule, and didn't leave a drop of the radish sauce from the fish dish either. Somewhere, cooking knowledge is soaking into my brain, and I'm sure one day I'll be brilliant at it. Or maybe not, maybe this is one of those things that I'll stop thinking I should be better at? Still making up my mind on that one.
Green soup never photographs well, but it sure did taste good.
And the radishes were so pretty.
And the company was good.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Back to Me

Remember how skinny I was? Look at those skinny jeans! Mwah!

It has been 18 months since I stepped foot in a gym.

Wait, that's not true, there was one Saturday afternoon in my gazillionth month of pregnancy when I went to the gym with Eugene and sat in the café filling out thank you cards for shower gifts while he worked out. But I don't think that really counts.

I had to give up going when I was 22 weeks pregnant. Couldn't even swim anymore. Not that I wanted to - the hardbodies at Chelsea Piers were daunting enough when I was in the best shape of my life. When I was feeling like a whale - albeit a grateful, happy whale - the last thing I felt like doing was wallowing around in their pool.

After the boys were born, I put off the gym membership so that I could breastfeed. I figured it was hard enough consuming enough calories and water to make enough milk for twins. There was no way I could add even more food, in order to hang out on an elliptical trainer.

Plus, when you spend an hour a day pumping at work, going to the gym at lunch seems kind of irresponsible.

Now I am done with the breast feeding, I am no longer tethered to the Pump n' Style (a misnomer if ever there was one) day and night. So I am going back to the gym.

I have a temporary guest pass at one of the swank places near my office. I plan to go tomorrow. Theoretically, I can go at lunch for 45 minutes. If I go three times a week, I won't feel like I am irresponsibly blowing cash!

I'm actually really excited about this. I have a giant box full of pants that I would like to work my way back into. Joseph pants should not be wasted. Should not go unworn. I'm sure that in the Fashion Bible, that is one of the commandments: 'Thou Shalt Not Not Wear Awesome Trousers'

I'm not far from my goals. I've lost all of the 'baby weight.' But I've also lost muscle tone. Hefting around 20+ lb babies has, sadly, not given me Madonna-like arms. Also, carrying twins to 39 weeks can work some pretty crazy wonders on your abs.

I love the boys and I love Eugene, but this is something that I get to do just for me and - besides the added benefits of the clothes I would like to wear again - that gives it value.

Maybe it's also emerging from the haze of the first year of the boys life. That I am able to look around and choose things for myself that don't feel like I am taking something from them.

If that makes any sense.

Or maybe it's just all the regular sleep I am getting, but I feel like I am finding more of a place to get back to myself and be Mommy at the same time.

And the gym is just the beginning.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Why entrap your babies?

It's kinda crowded in here...


I will bite you!


What are you doing over here?

Oooh something to investigate!


Investigating is fun!

Okay, I'm bored


Bored.... bored...bored...

What's under here?

Wait! I think I can get out!

Sweet Freedom!

Babies on the run!

Babies in their new habitat.

Note the maximum-security gates.


Monday, April 06, 2009

Cheap Joy





Good friends and pie. Good weekend.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Just what the family needs

This weekend I will be staying in the city, while Eugene goes to look a truck like this for the house in Vermont.

Manly man truck! Can't you imagine me driving it? Whoopie!

It's an M715 Jeep. The idea is that it is a practical second vehicle for us to leave in Vermont - the subaru having suffered mightily at the hands of our local dirt roads...

In the meantime, I will be hanging out in the city with the boys! We have a big project to work on this weekend. Turning the dining room into a playroom.

I had always thought that this was something we would. not. do.

Little did I know that I would give birth to the double reincarnation of Harry Houdini! I had been lulled into a sense of complacency by HK and Ada. Ada never needed gates!

My boys have been barricaded in the living room play area for a while now, and just recently they have realized that between the two of them they have the brains and the heft to storm the barricades.

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What's wrong with this picture?

It is hysterical watching them 'escape' and crawl like prison escapees for the front door... laughing and giggling the whole way... but it does not make for a very secure environment. Thus, the dining room will be converted to a maximum security prison.

I mean playroom.

It's not like we were using it for much more than a stroller parking lot anyways.

So we ordered these gates. And this weekend I will find a rug for the room.

The babies are really taking over.

Good thing I still like them!