Cheesy Sunday

In the name of subtly celebrated holidays..
And cheesy Sundays.
Let’s call February 14 Valentine’s Day.

 

 

We’re bike people under this roof. For Christmas Santa surprised me with a Giant to dawn a new era after 8 years of pedaling a child-sized Schwinn. Let’s just say I’m very anxious for the return of long summer days and the chance to break that beast in with a baby wagon in tow.

I remember first seeing this corny pick-up line on a fellow mama’s blog, Along Abbey Road. She’s an old friend of mine and one of my main inspirations for being here with you.

The “s” on Wheelies is courtesy of the dude, who wanted to shout out to a local celebrity we know.. Check out their music.

Next Saturday some people will couple up and hit the town with nasty chocolates and blimp sized balloons. Others will play it single and eat an entire ice cream tub to themselves or sit in a steamy theater for the premiere of 50 Shades of Grey. I'll be with the love of my life, like I was last Saturday and will be for the next.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
If your folks hadn’t knocked boots
there wouldn't be you.

A couple of years from now I’m sure this reflection will look more like this flash back to Norway.




 But for now, we'll mark the day with this. Simple and sweet, for all the days and ways I love thee.

Mom in the city

Fast forward 4 months and now we're here..

She is moving and shaking and demanding more and more attention as she starts to recognize how great it feels. Getting cuter and louder by the day. And I'm thinking, "hell, what a perfect time to start a mom blog!"

A mom blog.. typical. Part time working first time mom reserves an online platform to rant and rave about her own creation. I know, you're probably thinking, "Sign me up for that mailing list!" But seriously, for what it's worth this could be the run of the mill, seen it before, firecracker new year's resolution that fizzles out in a couple months when I climb out of a pile of laundry and decide to spend any free time** outdoors.

Note:
After baby, "free time" becomes any window in which both of your schedules coincide and for a few minutes there is no meal time, or work time, or clean up time .. just the two of you (and maybe nap) time. It's an endangered species of time.

Life get's away from us with every second. Why not Elsa those moments, the ones of your infant that you'll hold tight to when she's riding her first bike or introducing her first boyfriend. Oh good grief, don't let me go there. So in the name of all that is momentarily miniature, I'm going to blog again, motherly style.

Maybe it won't last but maybe it will. And we'll have a little fun and I'll sharpen my pencil and a super cute kid will star in a memoir of photos and short sentiments.

Welcome and thanks for joining me.

Sincerely,
Mom in the City.

Once upon a time

It's hard to know where to start.

Life comes in chapters.

Among them.. the coming of age. An education toward a dusty degree. The whimsical wanderlust of a moving away and back again. Late foggy nights and lazy mornings of single in the city. And then there's baby.

This I believe will be the greatest story I've ever told.

I'm not sure where it will lead. Like I said, I don't even know quite where to start. So let's just go with this..

That's my two week old daughter on a 1800 mile road trip along the scenic west coast. More specifically our stop outside of San Francisco where we captured a second glimpse of a recent meal against the backdrop of the vibrant Golden Gate bridge. It wasn't her cutest moment. But then again they can't all be. That's the true beauty. It's a moment I'll never forget. And thanks to modern technology and the world wide web, now neither will she.