A pint of this ice cream. I’ve been trying to reduce the number of sweet treats I consume, and I’ve been doing better than before but I could do even better. For example, I could stop eating ice cream every night after I get the kids in bed…but I don’t want to. Here’s what I’ve realized: everyone needs a food or drink vice, and that goes double if you have kids. If I had my way, I’d probably cap off the end of every day with a big ole glass of wine (and by glass, I mean two to three, since according to every alcohol awareness seminar that I attended in college my glasses were much larger than a standard “glass”). But I’m breastfeeding and my tolerance is probably lower now than it was when I was a college freshman taking sips of Smirnoff Ice and wincing at the sickeningly sweet taste. And guys, it’s challenging to have two kids, particularly when it comes to bedtime and dealing with toddler sleep issues, and I deserve. the. damn. ice cream. Less enjoyable side effect of indulging my ice cream fix: watching my husband futilely root around in the freezer for a pint and realizing that I’m going to have to tell him it’s long gone—so long ago that it’s barely a memory.
This bag. I heard the siren song of this bag and before I knew it, I was purchasing it and trying to act as if I’d always had it, always, Daniel. (I don’t lie to my husband. It’s more like when you’re playing hide and seek and you don’t look at the person trying to find you because if they don’t feel your eyeballs on them they won’t know you’re there.) I love the rich hue of this bag and how it’s starting to look a little beat up. This is my first Madewell bag and I’m loving it.
These tiles. These tiles are ridiculously expensive but they’ve been worth it. Sam gets hours of play out of them, and we’ve been building fun things together, like wizard towers and parking garages. Raymond has also enjoyed knocking down any of our creations like he’s a rampaging giant come to lay waste to a beautifully conceived and executed village. Only negative so far: it’s easy to slip on the tiles if they’re lying around the house and/or if you’re adorably clumsy.
Unpacking my books. I wrote earlier this week about what a joy it’s been unpacking my books, and it continues to be amazing. We have an extra room off of our guest bathroom, and it has a very unattractive gray shelving unit that will be a great temporary home for my beloved texts. I’ve been buying a lot of ebooks lately because I have a thing about instant gratification, but there’s something completely and utterly magical about a hard-copy book.
This light. This week is the first week that Raymond started sleeping in his own room. Since he was still waking up in the middle of the night, I didn’t want to risk him waking up Sam—who is a light sleeper anyway. But to my ecstatic surprise, Raymond has taken to it brilliantly, and he’s been sleeping about 12 hours a night (!!!!!!!!!!!!!). We needed a nightlight in there, and as soon as I spotted this whimsical beauty, I fell in love. Can you blame me?
Other thrills: eating Mexican food a couple times a week—you should see Sam tear into a quesadilla--it's a thing of beauty; watching Raymond pull himself up and speculating what kind of beautiful terror I’ll be living in when I have two walking children.