This Week’s Miscellany

Weight Watchers Week 1: I finished this week four pounds lighter than I was at the start. Hurray! Have to say, I feel pretty proud of myself. But mostly I’m just grateful to my best friend for life and WW buddy Molly, and her fantastic mom, for surprise-gifting me with a membership and inviting me to do this with them.

This is more or less the face I made when I saw the scale.

This is more or less the face I made when I saw the scale.

Non-dairy news: I have discovered Tofutti, a sour cream substitute (thanks to my ma-in-law for finding it!) – which purports to be Better than Sour Cream, but actually *is* better. My tacos are now faaaaar more satisfying, and I have something to put on a baked potato.

My brilliant hubby: Brian completed his first full week of classes this semester (his university starts their spring semester pretty late). Which now means he’s back to his busy life of juggling the classes he takes, the classes he teaches, the class he assists, and of course, and his home life with Ellie and yours truly. Besides being brilliant, he’s quite a good juggler.

Baby & Me: This week we did a lot of this:

Ellie & Olaf are best buddies

Ellie & Olaf are best buddies

Well, it wasn’t strictly watching movies (I don’t really turn movies on for her very often), but it *was* a whole lot of staying indoors and doing indoorsy things, since we don’t take winter walks unless the sidewalks are clear, which they aren’t.

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In Search of Silver Linings

This year, a priority of mine is to put a positive spin on those little, everyday things that might be frustrating, unfortunate, or downright disappointing. The goal here is to become a more optimistic, cheerful person. Here goes …

  1. Postpartum insomnia kept me awake until 3:30am last night (despite the sleep supplement I took). Silver Lining: I saw my baby giggle in her sleep. Cuteness meter has been broken.
  2. It’s so wintry outside, we’re stuck indoors. Silver Lining: We had a grand ol’ time watching Frozen and singing about building a snowman (when she’s big enough, we will actually build one).
  3. I can’t eat dairy because my nursling has a milk protein allergy. Silver lining: I am losing weight because I can no longer indulgence my love of cheese (cheeeeeese. Oh man, do I miss it)

This will be me once I’m done nursing my baby.

And more importantly, almost any little, everyday mishap can be turned into the opportunity to grow in one of the virtues: humility (something embarrassing), or charity (someone’s annoying you).

Okay, I’m gonna go try to get my mind off cheese …

I Got Some Goals

A little belated maybe, but I feel the need to write down my goals for the year 2015. Give myself some accountability. Okay, so here they are:

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  • Lose ALL the weight! (No, ’cause then I’d be dead. Say, 20 lbs?)
  • Chop off my hair (not sure how short I’ll go … but I need a new ‘do)
  • Get my brilliant hubby on Jeopardy (because he’s brilliant and he would totally win)
  • Audition for something (probably the Buffalo Philharmonic Choir … yay!)

That’s it, folks! Exciting, yes? As I recently discussed with my mom, 2015 is going to be a rad year. Like, the best year thus far. And all this awesome stuff is gonna happen, I can feel it. Several months from now I’ll be fit, with short stylin’ hair, sitting on top of my money pile from that time when Brian won Jeopardy, practicing music for my choir concert at City Hall. Living the dream.

Can’t help but smile just thinking about it 🙂

My House is … Homely? An Explanation of My Blog’s Name

Homely means plain or unattractive in American English (and Canadian). To quote the loquacious Mrs. Rachel Lynde, upon meeting the newly-arrived Anne Shirley:

“She’s terrible skinny and homely, Marilla … and hair as red as carrots!” – Anne of Green Gables, Chapter Nine: In Which Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Properly Horrified.

Rachel’s Properly Horrified Face.

In British English, however, it means cozy and comfortable – something any Tolkien fan will know because of this passage:

“Frodo was now safe in the Last Homely House east of the Sea. That house was … ‘a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep, or story-telling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all’. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness, fear, and sadness.” — The Fellowship of the Ring

So, the gist here is that I am employing the British meaning. I like both food *and* sleep (and I get plenty of both), and I do hope that my house, which at this stage in our lives is actually a small apartment, can be a homely place for my little family: cozy, comfortable, and the perfect place for sleeping, eating, and all the rest.

So there you have it. And now, it’s almost 3am, and I have a rendezvous with my bed. Postpartum insomnia, my friends.

I Started a Blog … that Started the Whole World Reading (Sung)

(Get it? The Bee Gees?)

Well, not the whole world. Maybe my husband. Probably my friend Yvonne.

I have corn bread in the oven and my baby is asleep, and I started this blog. Because it’s been on my mind for, well, a year or two.

Thing is, I fell in love with the community of Catholic mom bloggers that I’ve found. I wanted to join their ranks.

Can I really keep up with this, though? I feel like, when you have a baby (or several) – you really only have time for one or two fun things. Netflix. Books. A workout.*

But … I have decided to make this one of my fun things. This, and reading books. I’ve cut playing piano out of the picture because, to my shame, I wasn’t practicing at all even when I said I would.

So. Reading and blogging. That’s what I will do, on top of the other things I do (that’s mothering, cooking, and cleaning, folks).

I’m thinking this blog will be more of a diary than anything else. Some of the mom blogs I read regularly are “lifestyle” blogs that give me ideas or inspiration. Being new to my role as wife/mom/homemaker, I don’t have that kind of wisdom to offer, so this will just be a record of my comings and goings, my experiences, etc. And occasionally I’ll inflict my opinions upon the internet here in my obscure corner.

Cheers!

*I’d like to note here that I do not consider a workout actually fun. “Fun” here refers to any activity that is not related to domestic maintenance.