*Title is a play on words, props to the ladies at BabyLegs, Fin caused a sensation in her two pairs! And thank goodness we had them. Twain was right about San Francisco: “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” Finley is seriously the best traveling companion ever. She went so far as to save all of her pooping for today. That’s right, no pooping on the plane, but we have chalked 7 messy diapers since waking this morning. My fingers are raw from the wiping. Sorry, off track. We flew to San Francisco on Thursday for the BlogHer Conference, which brought back more memories of being excluded and rare moments of fitting in than I really care to remember.…
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Ok, so here it is in a nutshell: The bathroom sits, tub and surround in place, with pipes waiting to be set and connected. John the plumber never called. My contractions have stayed quiet whilst we have toiled on the house. Tomorrow we are going to the plumber first thing. Mama is going to work the ever-loving-heck out of her belly in the hopes of appealing to the plumber’s sense of pity (or scaring the hell out of him). Then, in my perfect scenario, we’ll take said plumber back to our house, show him the pipes and begin the affordable (a girl can dream) journey to bathing in our own home again. Healthy plumbing. Healthy baby. Contented Amanda. You know what? I take it…
There is nearly an entire wall of glass, beyond which there are oddly industrial yet romantic fire escape ladders. The sun pours in, washing the entire space in a honey glow. Beneath the window is a run of pipe, shuttling hot air from the radiator to and fro across the back wall, above it runs another pipe, tailor made for little kids to shimmy and scurry along. “Look at me, mama? I’m a’walkin’.” Along another wall there are bins and baskets filled with toys. Mismatched, bedraggled and forgotten, until the sun hits the chime of the tambourine just right and they careen as one to the trove of neglected fun, reviving it in an instant with their squeals of delight. “Ooh, looky-dat, a Buzz…
Today, I slipped on the supermom suit. For one moment I felt like the kind of mom who sends thank you notes, bakes cookies and delivers them in seasonally appropriate bags and vessels to all the neighbors. For one afternoon I watched my girls through blurry eyes as tears of relief, satisfaction and delight streamed from the corners of my eyes.* *And, the icing on the cake which I didn’t realize until now, those shoes are impeccably lined up as opposed to the haphazard dogpile they usually resemble.
Last night was the big, fancy annual event I put together for the Chamber. The decorations, purchased on a shoestring budget, looked magnificent, the girls were happily ensconced in a Governor’s Suite at The Sagamore with Nana and Ciocci Jeannie and standing on Sean’s arm, he in a dashing brown suit and me in a silver party skirt and daringly low cut black top, I felt incredible. My responsibilities for the evening had settled down to moderate surveying of the room and the occasional huddle with band members and wait staff. Sean and I were strolling the room arm in arm and chatting with guests. It was a wonderful mix of business and pleasure, and remarkably, we sailed brilliantly through the different snippets of…