Is a Richmond, Virginia writer, internet enthusiast, history lover, crafter, and compulsive organizer. She works in Community Support at Tumblr.
Hey guys, look what we made you! It’s been a pretty productive day. #shebaybay (at VCU Critical Care Hospital)
Happy hour crew! @mobelux @rvanews @tumblr (at Pasture)
Some of the best dudes around. And hey, I only look about 80% as tired as I feel. Success!
Love these people! Best @tumblr crew (at The Roosevelt)
These people are my heart. Well there’s my husband and my cat and my family and teen vampire dramas and all that, but pretty much after those things, these people are my heart.
Backyard bricklaying, with your hosts, Dan and Tess. Filed under Projects That Are Totally Appropriate To Start When You’re 8 Months Pregnant And Have 9000 Other Things Going On In Your Life.
Next up: planting! Which is filed under Even Though It’s Already Blazing Hot Outside Because I Refuse To Wait Another Year.
Renovating Richmond: 14th Street Showroom
Guys, Ledbury’s on Tumblr! Welcome, across-the-James neighbors!
With a simple philosophy of, “make clothes we love and surround ourselves with people we enjoy,” Ledbury has created a tailored menswear movement in Richmond. Within their meticulous showroom, you’ll find clothing that appeals to everyone from your boss to your little brother.
Follow their blog for photo updates from their blogger-in-residence, our good friend, Brian McDaniel (of Dirty Richmond) that’ll inspire you to tighten up your look.
Welcome Ledbury! And to add to the day’s trend of new Richmond companies on Tumblr, I’ve got to mention Inchoate, a line of t-shirts and such run by some friends of mine. You know I don’t wear t-shirts, but if I did, I’d probably wear these. Follow them for watersports-inspired goodness.
Here’s a crappy gif I made of Dan installing some mirrors in our dining room bar. BOOM. More info here.
Learning about cider-making at Blue Bee, one of the only urban cideries on the east coast and our office building neighbors (and, incidentally, new Tumblr users).
See also Lianna’s post.
Free “Liberty or Death” Reenactments this summer at St. John’s Church!
Starting Memorial Day weekend and running until Labor Day weekend in September, free reenactments of Patrick Henry’s famous speech will be shown every Sunday at 2:00pm. The event itself is free, but donations are encouraged. Seating is available on a first come, first served basis, and reservations may be made for groups of ten or more.
Don’t miss out on this amazing opportunity!
In case you needed more reasons to love Church Hill. We’ve got the whole founding fathers thing on lockdown as well.
Seriously though, if you haven’t seen the reenactment, go. You’re just sitting in the church and these guys in stellar period garb come in and sit amongst you (I think Thomas Nelson was in my row last time I went). It’s not just the Patrick Henry speech, but a whole portion of the Virginia Convention (the meeting at which the speech was delivered). Provides a lot of context that we don’t usually think about when we hear those famous lines and take them for granted.
CHAT (Church Hill Activities and Tutoring) has entered this video in a contest from TechSoup to win funds for video production equipment. If you have two seconds, please vote for them. They do huge things in our neighborhood with limited resources.
Also, cameo from the little girl I tutor at 0:50 (in the blue shirt)! I love her but full disclosure: that grin is 100% mischievous.
When you’re working at Tumblr HQ, TommyPom is never not doing a photoshoot nearby. #normal #dogs #celebrities #tumblr (at Tumblr HQ)
“Describe your perfect date.”
“That’s a tough one! I’d have to say April 25th.”
Yes! Perfect date day! This explains why I’m in such a delightful mood.
I noticed (and immediately loved) these row houses one night while walking around Capitol Square. Neat to see them written up on Architecture Richmond and also interesting to see that the architect was the same guy who designed the “birdcage” (James Monroe’s tomb) at Hollywood Cemetery.
(via Morson’s Row)
Oh you’re welcome @ie_rva. Let the #startup competition begin! #rva #ie_rva #tumblr (at CenterStage)
Alexander McQueen Pre-Fall 2013
Live and die
Macrofashion:
Love them all!
Would wear all of them.
These versions didn’t make it up on the website but I still really like how some of them turned out.
This.
OK, guys, here’s the deal. KPCC has been doing a Public Radio March Madness bracket, and it’s down to the final round: Radiolab vs. This American Life.
We are total underdogs here. And we need YOU to make this a full-on, Mighty-Ducks-style, David-and-Goliath underdog TRIUMPH. Team Underdog, are you ready? VOTE!
Now this is my kind of bracket. Also this is probably the greatest loyalty crisis of my adult life. And it doesn’t help that I have a hard time making even the tiniest decisions and that I’ve been spending a lot of time watching The Vampire Diaries. I’m all “WHY MUST I CHOOSE BETWEEN THEM?”
Planting is underway and it already looks a lot better out there.
We've been working on the backyard. A lot. In fact that's pretty much all we've done lately except for work and meals out here and there to keep ourselves sane. Dan's done the lion's share of the work here. I'm probably about as helpful as a small child given my current capacity for lifting only small amounts at a time and taking breaks every 5 minutes, but at almost 9 months pregnant I feel like I've worked really hard. Anyway, Phase 1 (the bricks) is done as of last night. Here are the before & after pictures of this part of the overhaul.
You've seen most of the nursery already in this post, but we've finally put the finishing touches up in there. Below you can see the bunting (handmade from Etsy) and mobile (handmade by me) that have been added.
The plan has always been for Dan to add some mirrors and backlighting to the dining room bar, but that's one of those projects that always gets pushed to the back burner. Recently he did get some mirrors though, and distressed them with acid to make them look all old-timey. Wish I had pictures of this part of the process, but I was mostly at work while it was going on.
Then he cut a bunch of wood to frame each section of mirror, painted it black, and last night finally installed all of it. It looks pretty ballin' and really brightens up that corner of the dining room, especially at night.
It occurred to me that I've talked about this in various other internet places but not on the Shebaylo Times yet: we're expecting a baby in June. We just found out that it's a girl, and we couldn't be more excited. So I'll be updating this space lots more with family-related things.
It's crazy to think that back in November of 2010 I posted this:
My idea is for this blog to be a chronicle of our home-buying and home-renovating process, as well as a place for our parents and friends to see recent photos and keep up with our life as a family. Maybe later, it'll be the place to see photos of cute babies, but for now, expect lots of before and after photos.And now, the "photos of cute babies" era is upon us. Here she is at 21 weeks, just hanging out like you do in the womb.
I'm a bit late on blogging it, but over Thanksgiving weekend we decorated the Good Ship for Christmas.
This year required a new tree for the first time in almost a decade, and I was really thrown off by the fact that it's almost impossible to find a tree that doesn't come with lights pre-stuck to it. What happens when half the light string goes out? Doesn't it make it hard to set up and take down if there are un-removable light strings on each branch?
But we ended up finding a tree we liked which, while it did come strung with LED lights, opens and closes like an umbrella. So there's very little assembly required. If lights go out, we figure we can pile more light strings on.
Technically this wasn't our first Halloween here, as last year we had just moved in and started actually spending the night here when Halloween rolled around. We were totally unprepared though, and didn't decorate, and it was a pretty shameful holiday all-around for us since we usually go all-out.
This year was more like it. We broke out the decorations, got some new ones (tip: Garden Ridge, people), made some snacks, and had friends over to hand out candy with us.
I was particularly excited about the new creepy hands we got for the front yard. But the snacks were really what made the party. Those scallion pancakes with ginger-soy dipping sauce are going to return to my table frequently.
For some time we've been on a slow, rambling mission to replace a lot of our modern or ugly furniture with old, sturdy stuff that will last forever and not go out of style. There's no real rush for this, so it's fun to just kind of meander around antique stores whenever we feel like it and let the perfect pieces call out to us.
Haven't been blogging much here because there hasn't been a lot of renovating going on. But here are some recent photos for your amusement:
It's been a grueling few days, staying up until 1am and 2am some nights, but the wainscoting and ceiling painting in the dining room are done.
The coffered ceiling and wainscoting painting is underway.
Well. I gardened from 9am - 9pm on Saturday and 5pm - 9pm on Sunday (I had to work), and finally all the planting I can do right now is done.
The front garden was quickly freshened up with some new dusty miller plants on either side of the rosemary, some new dianthus, and a new coat of black mulch. That took all of half an hour. But the real work was in the backyard.
Exterior paint is done! Huzzah.
Dan framed out the dining room wainscoting, and I spent the past couple of weeks painting all the little pieces of trim that will go on it, as well as pre-painting the wainscoting itself. Here's what it currently looks like:
We got a chandelier for the foyer, which arrived in the most hideous shade of "antique white" (read: plain old yellow), and which Dan painted black and ordered crystals for. He then installed it, and I think it looks great. So all the entryway lighting is done.
Pretty sure I've mentioned this before, but Virginia.org is an incredibly useful site for anybody looking to plan some short (or long) trips around our home state. Check out their list of Historic Sites, their Craft Beer map, and their "Go Old School" feature about journeying around small-town Virginia. There's tons more where that came from, so don't ever come telling me you're bored.
Back in February (purposefully before I became too pregnant and uncomfortable for long car trips) we headed to the Homestead in Hot Springs, VA for a relaxing babymoon.
On the way there we stopped in Lexington for a visit to the Lee Chapel, which I hadn't been to in years. The chapel contains Lee's tomb as well as a small museum and gift shop. The tomb itself is a gorgeous sculptural feat, which the tour guide is very knowledgable about and can point out the significance of all of its details.
As it warms up outside I find my thoughts straying to the beach as they always do, and it occurs to me that I never posted about our house tours from last September. On a quick trip east we managed to squeeze in the Francis Land House, Lynnhaven House, and Ferry Plantation House. Guys, these are old buildings. None of this 1890s stuff like half of Richmond. We're talking 1725 in the case of the Lynnhaven House.
It was amazing to learn about the construction of these houses, what they were used for over the years, and the history of the lives lived in them. I recommend seeing all three of them if you're looking for a cheap, history-packed day trip for this summer. The Francis Land House has a sort of understated opulence that is so perfectly-laid-out for the time period that it's styled in, and the Lynnhaven House is a stark contrast in its simplicity and ruggedness. It's also on a secluded, peaceful little field. The Ferry Plantation House was chock-full of artifacts and tchotchkes of all kinds, a bit of a historical hoarder's paradise that the guide led us through with lots of personal stories.
Our full set of photos from this trip is here.
As a long overdue followup to the post about Corner Minor, here's a photo of me on that outing taken by Phil Riggan of Richmond.com.
I know it's been a while. I owe this site a couple of legit updates, but actually there hasn't been much going on in the way of historical adventuring lately for three reasons:
The Virginia Historical Society intern who wrote this article is clearly on the same wavelength as me, because some of her favorite objects in the museum are mine as well. Especially the simple engagement ring from the 1700s that bears the inscription, "Time Shall Tell, I Love Thee Well." When I first saw that ring, I planted myself in front of its case and stared at it in amazement for several minutes.
Here's a great little primer on the case for Poe and RVA, RePOEsessing RVA on the always-great Photographing RVA.
There are nearly 100 vineyards located within a two-hour drive of Richmond. Pick one, at random, or based on a tip from a friend or trusted bartender, and go there. Maybe their wines are world class, maybe they’re not. Maybe you’ll discover something you absolutely love, maybe not. What you will find, by and large, are small, often family-run operations; artisanal, old-world production standards; passionate people and bucolic scenery. I don’t care if you’re a certified sommelier, a complete novice, or anything in-between, if you can’t derive any pleasure from sitting on the grass, sipping a glass of wine, and overlooking rolling hills of beautiful fall foliage then you, my friend, are a reptile.
-- Matt Brehony on RVANews.com.
"While I didn’t catch any evidence of ghosts, ghouls, vampires, or Stay Puft Marshmallow Men I was able to capture some awesome images of the inside of one of Richmond’s neglected but historic buildings."
Several of us Richmond history hounds toured the old Barton mansion last week, known formally as "Corner Minor," and John Murden has a great write-up about it over on North Richmond News. His account is way more eloquent and fact-packed than mine would probably be, so I'll let you read that instead of cobbling together my own set of details.
As I mentioned in this post, I've been meaning to check out Mid-Lothian Mines Park for a while now. This weekend we finally got around to it...
Most Richmonders don't realize that the Midlothian area was home to North America's first commercial coal mines, and I admit that I still haven't even been over there to check it out (but I hope to remedy that soon). For more info on this, check out Harry Kollatz' article on the historic park, and the official web site of Midlothian Mines Park.
The season for day trips (our favorite thing in the world) is in full swing, and if you're like us you've sort of done everything in a 50-mile radius and need to cast your net wider. Time for some fresh ideas. Here are a couple of resources that will be helpful:
Virginia.org's Go Old School highlights cool, old-timey destinations throughout small town Virginia. I want to try...ALL the ice cream parlors. All of them. And I'll bet my husband wants to check out all the breweries.
It looks like everybody's favorite Poe Museum curator, Chris Semtner, is coming out with a book called Edgar Allan Poe's Richmond: The Raven in the River City.
This isn't remotely local, but I thought it was creepy enough to share anyway: Monsters from the Kaibutsu Ehon, 1881 (via How to Be a Retronaut).
When you look at the depressing wasteland that is there now, the bulldozing of Fulton seems senseless. They've managed to slap down a few generic-looking houses but for the entire time I've lived in Richmond it's just looked like a construction zone. Check out some of the history of that area in this WTVR video, via CHPN.
Fredericksburg is one of those towns that's been lucky enough to preserve plenty of colonial buildings all these years. Some blocks probably look similar to how they looked in the 1700s, minus the power lines and parked cars. I think most Virginians visit Fredericksburg on elementary school field trips, as I did, but I was well overdue for another visit.
Okay, now is the part where we try spicy food and wine and walks and all those various witchy recipes to get labor going. Until we’re successful though, we’ve still got this baby:
I know I have absolutely no room to complain, and I’ve had a really easy pregnancy. Tomorrow’s my due date, and I only started wishing for the baby to come in the past few days. But in truth, I think I can say I’m officially over it. I’m uncomfortable, I’m all puffed up, I’m breaking out, I’m a zillion degrees, I’m down to one pair of shoes I can manage to shove my feet into (or “flesh blocks,” as my friend Kate calls them on her hilarious blog about being pregnant with triplets — seriously — read this blog), my hands have checked out and gone on a carpal tunnel “vacation,” and and my knees are mutinying against all this weight gain and stress.
So last night we went to Magpie, my favorite restaurant at the moment, and I enjoyed a nice, leisurely meal and a glass of wine. Afterward came a frustrating Target trip where no shoe would accommodate my foot, and I do mean no shoe. Except for ones that are just too long and would leave 3″ of shoe hanging off the end of my heel. I even lowered myself to trying on flip-flops to no avail. I had a good night’s sleep though, and was able to fall back to sleep promptly all 47 times that I woke up in the night.
This morning I woke up to what I think the internet calls “light contractions,” which basically just feel like cramps. I figured they could go away or take forever to build in intensity, so I went to work as usual and had a good, productive day. I kept loose track of the contractions and they were fluctuating anywhere from 30 to 15 minutes apart, and not really getting stronger. After work I had a little wine during a very pleasant happy hour at Pasture with people from Tumblr, RVANews, and Mobelux, and as soon as I sat down at home the contractions came a bit faster — about 7 minutes apart for 3 or 4 iterations. I added some more things to our hospital bags just in case, had more wine, and walked around the block, but now they’re back to about 20 minutes apart. So oh well. I’m going to eat a little something and hit the sack. Things will happen when they happen. In the meantime, at least I have an oblivious cat to love and some very excited and helpful family, friends, and coworkers to keep me going.
More busy days at work, more yardwork at home, more trying to make it out to as many new restaurants as possible before we have a third party to lug around. The backyard is looking a hundred times better, even approaching the point of an acceptable space to entertain in. I’m ready for the baby to come, but not too anxious for her to come before we have this yard done.
Last night we had a little bit of excitement on that front though. After dinner at Mekong, we headed to the grocery store to pick up a few things. On the way I felt some crampiness and thought “Hey maybe something’s happening.” But it was vague enough for me not to mention it. It continued off and on through the grocery store though, and it kind of hurt but when Dan asked if I was okay I just wanted to continue shopping and get the errands over with. By the time we were on our way home it was more intense, with lower back pain thrown in for good measure. All that being said, I had spent about 11 hours gardening earlier and was probably in all kinds of pain related to that. I said “When we get home I’ll drink a big glass of water and see if the contractions stop.” I did so, tried to relax for a little while in front of an episode of The Office with Dan bringing me a bowl of ice cream, and by the time we were in bed they were gone and I was able to sleep through most of the night. So, nothing more than a little practice session, I guess. But it’s still crazy to go to bed thinking “I could wake up in full-blown labor” and “this could have been my last day of life not in charge of a small person.” I don’t know why this is startling to me. I keep thinking “Oh she wouldn’t come before the yard is done, would she?” But obviously an unborn child has no concept of how many more rows of shade plants there are still left to fix in neat rows before her arrival.
Everything from the last post still applies, except the bricklaying is done (more about that here) and we’re ready to plant. We went to the Great Big Greenhouse tonight to nitpick over varieties of boxwoods, and Dan is going to go back Saturday morning to pick up the amount we need and plant them while I work my weekend shift. If weather allows all of that to get done, we’ll probably finish planting and mulching the few remaining spots of the yard on Sunday.
The photo above is from a Polaroid we took for the photo guestbook at Michael and Melissa’s wedding, which was on a very hot and lovely afternoon at Pocahontas State Park. The bride was beautiful and they seem super happy together. It was encouraging to hang out with some couples we don’t see too often, and see them surrounded by their kids but having no problem enjoying the event. There’s so much negativity out there about the stereotype of having kids and then “life is over” or whatever, so it’s just nice to go out and see our friends totally owning that whole thing and remember “Oh yeah, that stereotype doesn’t have to be true.”
Yesterday evening I had a really nice time out with my workBFFs. Marc was in town from Switzerland, and we all headed over to the Roosevelt to drink drinks, eat pimento cheese, and get a daiquiri-making lesson from T. We always have such a good time together, and I feel like I could spend way more hours talking with my coworkers than I ever get to. As far as actual work goes, things are hectic. Obviously I’m trying to prepare for being on leave, and trying to wrap up projects and make sure everything can run without me for a few weeks. I feel good about those efforts but more stuff keeps popping up that I want to work on, and I know that at some point I just have to let it go and let others step up to take care of it.
As far as being almost 9 months pregnant goes, I’m still feeling generally uncomfortable, but the past three days or so have been a little better. Probably the more time I have to recover from yardwork-heavy weekends, the better. Carpal tunnel hasn’t been getting super bad until 3am or 4am, so at least I have some decent continuous sleep before that. At Centering Pregnancy today we talked about what to do in semi-weird labor situations, and people got Tdap shots (I already had mine), and we started watching The Happiest Baby on the Block. I scheduled an appointment for next Thursday (my due date!) because I could definitely still be pregnant by then, and the midwives will want to see me. There’s a good chance I will be going to this appointment, since first-time moms tend to go overdue.
I miss a lot of things about not being pregnant, like running and rollercoasters and WHISKY and sushi, but I’m trying to stop and cherish these last few days of this experience. I can’t think of any other way to describe it than just a sweet time for us. During the little moments of down-time where we’re getting ready for bed at night or sitting at the kitchen island eating toast in the morning, we’re talking about the baby and wondering what she’ll be like and just dreaming together in general. I think that rarely in your life do you have such a period of specific anticipation, so there’s something really singular about it. It’s cool to finally be at this place where all the practical planning / supply-getting / arrangement-making is done and we’re just kind of waiting. Waiting is probably something I don’t do enough of in life; I’ve eradicated or outsourced it away from myself by any means necessary (and of course I’m much more efficient for it), but calmly waiting is probably a skill that everybody could use a dose of now and then. So a little waiting, and intentional quiet and togetherness and wonder and probably a whole lot of other cheesy FEELINGS…I’m enjoying it. A lot.
The past several days have been a blur of yardwork. Pushing through even when I feel like I can’t take another step. Just getting it done. Digging, spreading sand, moving bricks, sweeping. Doing what little I can do to help and feeling kind of frustrated about how little that is, at almost 38 weeks pregnant. That and some music, surveying our progress, sharing a kiss, having some ice cream. Also chores, and errands, and work. And tonight, finally a little time to sit down and put my feet up and watch a movie and read. Besides these things and being swelled up like a blowfish, and not sleeping well from the carpal tunnel, not much to report. I’m tired and happy and ready.
Friday night: dinner at Fat Dragon finally, which was amazing. I hadn’t heard anything good about the food, but it was really delicious. I had the mussels, and though I love regular ol’ mussels in a butter / wine sauce, these included a soy-based sauce and greens and were just different and tasty. Dan had a fried flounder special that was spicy and full of paprika. The portion was huge, too — all four of us there had some of it, and it fed both Dan and I for lunch the next day.
Afterward we saw Star Trek: Into Darkness, for which we were joined by K. Whi. More impressive action and more Benedict Cumberbatch! I enjoyed.
The annual Church Hill Yard Sale at Libby Hill Park was kind of subdued by rain on Saturday morning, but I went anyway and got a maternity tunic for $1.00. Then I helped Dan with some yard work, but we got rained out. Dan and Lianna helped hang the finishing touches in the nursery (the bunting and mobile for over the crib, pictured above with more photos here), and then we went to Portrait House for an early dinner. The only thing that could have overshadowed their great decor, pizza, and dipping sauces (you know my life revolves around condiments) was one of the best burgers I’ve ever had. Need more asap. This was followed by running like 42 errands with Dan, including getting supplies for the birthing tub at the hospital. Being up and about that much in one day made me feel like I was going to keel over at any second, but I’m glad it all got done.
Sunday: more yard work. It’s coming along out there, foreal. Plus Dan is finding all sorts of fun artifacts in his own personal archaeological dig site, which I delightedly clean off in the sink and put in the curiosity cabinet.
Later we went to church for the last ever service in the building at Beth Ahabah, as we’re moving to Grace Covenant soon. It was bittersweet — I love that we don’t have to meet in a specific place to exist, but I will miss the temple and all it has meant to me over the past several years.
Afterward, dinner and Five Straight (our family’s favorite board game, though really I stink at it) and talking about family contingency plans for the zombie apocalypse at my parents’ house.
This blog isn’t about work, but this week we got some huge news: Tumblr has been acquired by Yahoo. I don’t have much information about what the future holds honestly, beyond what the Staff blog post shares, but I’m certainly excited that this will allow us to keep tumbling on with better resources than ever, and I’m delighted to work with the Yahoo team (and in other news, I love the new look of Flickr!). Because of the news, this week has been a bit of a whirlwind and I’ve been pretty immersed in work…but still managing to get the chores and a few lingering baby to-dos done.
This has been a lunch break blog post. Now back to the grind…
The news on the video camera effort from last time is that the thing won’t even turn on, so I guess that’s a no-go. It’s very old but in lovely shape and barely ever used, I think it literally just may be too old to charge. Giant bummer. But I did use iMovie for the first time ever to edit this cell phone video of my belly freaking out, so here’s my underwhelming foray into the video world.
I’ve been on evening rotation this week so I’m pretty exhausted — Friday mornings are always tough after working until 10pm the past several nights. Wednesday morning I had a great yoga practice and felt pretty energetic afterward. Yesterday morning I had another doctor’s appointment (these things are happening weekly now), which went fine though I’ve been put on a zillion milligrams of evening primrose plus four cups of raspberry leaf tea per day. In addition to the other 43 vitamins I’m taking every day. Congratulations, me. I am now essentially a limp bag of flesh and bones, being held up by vitamins. Ah, the dignity of being pregnant! I feel like this stuff is all fighting a giant battle in my stomach, but I’ll choke them all down for these last few weeks and hope for the best. Because the professionals said so.
Afterward I had a nice lunch with Ted at Aziza’s, then headed back home to survey the baby birds growing in the nest on our front door, make some potato salad for later, and start my work shift. Tonight we have a date after work, so it’ll be nice to be out and about before a weekend that I suspect will be full of yardwork.
More nursery decor pics coming soon to a blog near you, as soon as I hang up one of the last things I was waiting to arrive in the mail.
This rose tree I bought last year did not do well, and though I moved it to a better spot, I thought it was pretty much dead. But now it’s in full bloom. Such a cheering sight.
So much has been getting done, and the stress has really just ebbed away as I feel more “ready” for the baby to come. The current list:
- getting remaining essential baby supplies
- baby shower thank-you notes
- rearrange kitchen cabinets so I can put away baby milk / food supplies we got at the shower
- make or buy some bunting or something cute for the bare nursery wall by the crib
- make a packing list and pack the suitcase to bring to the hospital
- make a vet appointment for Sophie
- paint nails, avoid looking like a hobo clown- take pics of vintage baby clothes
- make City Group main dish ahead of time
- set up video baby monitor
- do thank-you notes for additional gifts received this week
- take Sophie to the vet
- add more small wire shelves within existing kitchen cabinets to create more levels / space
- disassemble, wash, and put away baby bottling supplies
- take photos of bar, edit them, and post
- run errands, including picking up stuff we need for the hospital
- pack more stuff in our hospital bags
- organize baby clothes in size-appropriate piles
- regular household chores that somehow still need to get done when all of this is going on
- learn how to use Dan’s little video camera so I can take videos of the baby
- finish book I’m reading so I don’t jeopardize the Nook I’m borrowing from Lianna for the rest of her life
I’ve been managing to get all of that done without too much grief for my feet, though my knee does hurt again today after too much time spent running around yesterday.
Even though Dan finished his project with the bar mirrors and I’ve been taking care of everything listed above, the real hero of this week is Sophie. She had a really stellar day yesterday. She rode to the vet without too much of a fuss, let me carry her in without much squirming (I decided to just wrap her in a towel after the nightmare of cramming her into a carrier last time), calmed down in the exam room and didn’t freak out when the vet examined her, and got all the way out of the vet’s office and back home without a freakout. We’ve also been trying to get her to use the electronic cat door that Dan installed for her, but she’s been really confused about it and has only gone in and out of it with a bunch of coaxing. But when we got back from the vet yesterday, she hopped out of the car and I gathered my things up and started calling her, expecting her to follow me inside. But when I finally got inside she was already in there — she had run around to the back of the house and came in via her personal door. Then later I saw her go in and out of the door twice on her own. So she’s figuring it out steadily. She’s got a fresh supply of asthma pills, she gets fed with her automatic timed bowl, and she gets in and out of the house via her tiny door. She’s been such a trooper with all this change and I’m super glad that her needs are taken care of so she’s not screaming for stuff when the baby is here.
Here she is riding home from the vet in the baby seat.
Other, non-to-do-list things that have been going on:
On Thursday we toured the labor & delivery unit at VCU with our pregnancy group, and I feel like I know a bit more about what to expect now. It was good to get a feel for where everything is, and for what happens in what sequence when you get to the hospital. People asked lots of good questions and I got some more ideas about stuff to bring with us, etc.
Friday morning I had a pile of gifts on my desk from coworkers, including the video baby monitor I’ve been pretty excited about. Friday evening some of us toured Blue Bee Cider, and we learned a ton about cider-making and were allowed to climb into this big tub with the apple-destroying equipment. Awesome.
Saturday night Beth was in town and we went to the Roosevelt and then had drinks at home, catching up about all things nerdy and having a marvelous time as always. While we were sitting out on the front porch with Dan and Tom, a storm brewed and the wind and lightning were delightful until the rain drove us inside. I always love the first thunderstorm of the year. Beth spent the night and we got to hang out a little more before she left in the morning. I miss her all the time but I’m so thankful for friendships like these that are easy to pick up where we left off.
Sunday was Mother’s Day and we did a picnic brunch at Maymont with Mom, Megan, and Pete. Everything was delicious but I was particularly proud of my raspberry trifle, which will probably be a go-to dessert from now on. After we ate we took a nice, long stroll around the park and it only took me 9000 years to climb the steps back up to parking-lot-level. NBD. Later we went to the Sweet Frog in Oregon Heights, which is blessedly free of rude, pushy children, and I was informed that my baby bump “counts” and so I was given a Mother’s Day discount. Whoa! Totally not expecting that. Back at home I was also not expecting Dan to surprise me with a sweet card, hilarious Safe Baby Handling Tips book, and some framed ultrasound pics. Then we went to the Savory Grain for dinner, which was good, unrushed, and very relaxing. And we capped it all off by seeing The Great Gatsby with Megan and Pete. I think I had such high hopes for the movie that it never could have lived up to them. But visually it was really cool, and of course the dresses and accessories were exciting the entire time. But I think the movie doesn’t let you slowly figure out what’s happening the way that Nick does in the book; rather it bangs you over the head with the obviousness of it all, right out of the gate. I like the sort of creeping realizations that Fitzgerald accomplishes for the reader and kind of wish the movie would have allowed for that as well. A lot was said out loud that should have been left implied, etc. It almost starts you out from a point of being suspicious of and disliking characters like Gatsby and Daisy, when it should have first made you fall in love with them, obviously. But anyway, diamonds! Parties! Champagne! It’s worth seeing.
Yesterday I took Sophie to the vet, then ran errands, put stuff away, and did a mountain of chores. Last night Dan finished installing the mirrors for the dining room bar, and they look great. More about that on the Shebaylo Times. I’m glad to have all the barware put back where it lives, of course.
Okay, I’m off to mess around with this video camera and see if I can figure out how to work it.
As predicted the past couple of nights have indeed been full of rapid list-destroying, but of course for every two tasks I complete I think of another one to add to the list.
That being said, one of tonight’s tasks was quick and quite a pleasure to do: take photos of a few vintage baby dresses we’ve accumulated.
Pwecious, right? I love the details on these two colorful dresses, which came from Through the Garden Gate.
This last one was a baby shower gift and it came from Bygones. The bonnet is fierce.
These plus the ridiculous quantity of baby clothes we’ve been given have resulted in a downright scandalously sized collection. It doesn’t look that crazy in this picture, but these are JUST the dresses. The rest is crammed into those drawers. Overall I think there are almost 100 garments. We have bought a grand total of 2 of those garments. Crazy! Even Sophie is judging us.
Last night we also hung the rest of the art on the walls, but there is still one thing missing so I’ll wait to post pictures of entire walls. I’m really loving one thing we received as a gift from Sarah, a framed copy of the hymnal music for my favorite hymn.
So, back to sheer productivity. This is what the list looks like now.
- getting remaining essential baby supplies
- baby shower thank-you notes
- rearrange kitchen cabinets so I can put away baby milk / food supplies we got at the shower
- make or buy some bunting or something cute for the bare nursery wall by the crib
- make a packing list and pack the suitcase to bring to the hospital
- make a vet appointment for Sophie
- paint nails, avoid looking like a hobo clown- take pics of vintage baby clothes
- make City Group main dish ahead of time
- learn how to use Dan’s little video camera so I can take videos of the baby
- finish book I’m reading so I don’t jeopardize the Nook I’m borrowing from Lianna for the rest of her life
- regular household chores that somehow still need to get done when all of this is going on
Progress. Progress. I ought to do chores now but after a couple of hours of lasagna-making so that I don’t have to rush through it tomorrow night, my feet are currently in no shape to get back up and do chores. So I’m going to work on reading that book now…
Captain’s log, stardate 34.5 weeks pregnant. Just imagine me weeping profusely while writing one million thank-you notes for baby gifts. That’s kind of what life looks like for me lately. But look at my first crop of roses this spring! They are huge.
Saturday morning’s train ride back from New York was blissfully uneventful and calm. When I got home Dan was unloading the first of the day’s loads of bricks, so I changed clothes and helped him do that, organizing each armful in a line to form a neat pile. It was really frustrating that my arms weren’t tired at all and can handle tons of bricks, but the small of my back was killing me after just a couple of minutes from having the stress of the baby pulling on it, plus me bending over with weights in my hands. Soon Dan left to pick up another load of bricks, and I went to Lowe’s to get a few things (including some obligatory front porch hanging ferns) and to Martin’s for groceries. Got back, put everything away and hung up the ferns. Went through the mail that had piled up, changed clothes again, and helped Dan with brick load #2. Then he raced off to return the rented truck to Home Depot while I changed again and headed to the movie theater to get us some seats for Iron Man 3. We were exhausted but glad the night ended with RDJ sassing it up on the screen, as expected.
This trend of go-go-going that started Saturday is the new thing, at least for a while as we struggle to get everything done that needs to get done. On Sunday morning after I had gotten up, eaten something, showered, dressed, and makeupped, I was already dying to sit down and rest, and I hadn’t even started my day yet. I fought that impulse and went to Babies ‘R Us, trying to find a few necessities that we didn’t get at the shower. They had exactly one of the 8 or so things I was looking for, so it was pretty much a wasted trip. Plus I just left feeling kind of disgusted at all the ridiculous products and dumbed-down decor they have for babies. The nursery decor aisle is full of cartoony daisies or monkeys. Take your pick.
I kind of sat in the parking lot for a few minutes trying to figure out what to do next. Try another store? Go to a consignment store? Meh, not for diaper-y type things, right? What’s even open right now? I’m tired. I don’t want to do anything. I ended up driving home and bursting into tears and just sitting on the couch trying to breathe deeply. I realized that for all my urging and pressing us to get stuff done “early” (before I got to the uncomfortable, hard-to-move part of the pregnancy), I didn’t set hard due dates and stuff just kind of didn’t get done. There are various reasons, and none of them are laziness on my part because you know I’m NEVER not doing some household task. With supplies, I wanted to wait until after the shower to get any leftover stuff that we didn’t receive. Since most people got us cute clothes, bless their hearts, that actually ended up being a lot of functional supplies that are still missing. With some things that need to be done in the nursery and around the house, they require being up on ladders or using power tools or just stuff that Dan can accomplish way more efficiently than I can, so it’s not really up to me when they get done.
And now, here it is. The uncomfortable part of the pregnancy, and I’m all but useless and still so much is left to handle. I don’t care that everybody’s always like “Oh you have PLENTY of time;” I’ve always ignored that in life and end up scrambling less than most people because of ignoring that impulse to procrastinate. But I really wanted to get baby stuff finished way, way ahead of time so that these last few weeks of pregnancy could be spent sipping smoothies and putting my feet up and getting absorbed in a good book. Now that’s out the window, as we have five weeks left and all I see is to-do list items in those five weeks.
As I was sitting there on the couch despairing about a given thing not being done, something else would pop into my head that needed to be done too, and soon it was like there was a battle going on in my head over which one was the most important to do immediately. And it occurred to me that actually we may not even have the five weeks I keep taking for granted. The baby could realistically come at any minute and they’d probably be like “everything looks good, you’re having this baby now.” Ack! One million things to do and all I can get done is rubbing Sophie’s belly (admittedly, a mutually pleasant activity that I don’t do enough).
Eventually I dried it up and rallied. Okay, I need to make a list of things to get done. I went up to my office and did so. Just having the list in RTM and out of my head felt better already, as it always does.
- getting remaining essential baby supplies
- baby shower thank-you notes
- rearrange kitchen cabinets so I can put away baby milk / food supplies we got at the shower
- make or buy some bunting or something cute for the bare nursery wall by the crib
- make a packing list and pack the suitcase to bring to the hospital
- make a vet appointment for Sophie
- paint nails, avoid looking like a hobo clown
- learn how to use Dan’s little video camera so I can take videos of the baby
- finish book I’m reading so I don’t jeopardize the Nook I’m borrowing from Lianna for the rest of her life
- regular household chores that somehow still need to get done when all of this is going on
That list is for me, and doesn’t include things Dan is working on like hanging the baby mobile, hanging remaining art in the nursery, installing car seat bases in our cars, installing the cat door, antiquing some mirrors and installing them in the dining room bar, and oh yeah, the brick patio.
Since I felt so feeble that day I decided to tackle the least athletic things on the list, the first of which was getting the remaining baby supplies. Way more efficient and less soul-sucking than stupid physical retail spaces, Amazon came to the rescue and I ordered the last few things (diapering-related stuff that I don’t want to get from a consignment store or anything). Next up was thank-you notes. Transcribing the gift list into a spreadsheet, then return-address stamping, postage stamping, writing the actual notes while feeling emotional, etc. You see where I was at with the opening sentence of this post. Also the ice cream truck seriously seemed to be circling just our block over and over again. The music was maddening as was the temptation to run outside and demand ice cream. But I still got a lot of thank-you notes done.
When Dan got home from sound board duties at church, I was almost done making dinner and we ate, cleaned up, and he installed the cat door (which Sophie promptly ignored). Then we took a long bath as he read to me from his Expectant Father book. Finally went to sleep feeling much more sane and relaxed.
Yesterday was another hectic one; after an early-morning Common Good RVA meeting followed by work work work, I finished the thank-you notes, then tackled rearranging the kitchen cabinets and putting away baby stuff, finishing it just in time to pick Brandi up and go to Balliceaux for Secretly Y’all (note: laughing and dinner with Brandi are statistically proven to comfort 100% of pregnant Tesses). Before bed, while working on a packing list for the hospital bag, we watched a couple of episodes of the Office.
Today: WORK. And this lunchtime blog post. And tonight, probably packing that bag with all the things that can go into it this early.
This concludes this uncharacteristically panic-filled post. I feel like a mess. But hey, since I get overwhelmed like this so rarely, I figure it’s good to document it for posterity’s sake, right?
It really has been a great trip. Here’s the view from the roof of the Scholastic building after UserConf today.
Last night I met up with Karen and Talia at the Meatball Shop and had an amazing dinner. It was so nice to catch up with those two and seriously, those meatballs. What a simple and delicious concept. Meatballs, served any way you can possibly want, with veggie options, various sauces, various sides, etc. etc. What a comforting night. I also really enjoyed walking through Chelsea and exploring the neighborhood a bit on this warm spring night.
Sign outside of a menswear shop.
Our pre-dinner dessert at Billy’s Bakery.
UserConf today was probably the best conference I’ve ever been to. Hours of inspiration and practical ideas for support, and it all zipped along so quickly and in such an upbeat fashion. I was still tired by the end of the day, but it’s amazing how they kept the energy going for such a long time. And of course just being around people who are in the same jobs we’re in and facing the same challenges we’re facing was therapeutic.
Later Jim and I had a nice, leisurely dinner at Tre Stelle, which capped off our hectic trip perfectly. We’ll be back on the train early tomorrow morning, and I can’t wait to get home.
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