I’ve been MIA for an inexcusably long time. But big things are afoot here in Lovely Little World. The most important of which is the upcoming first birthday of the most amazing little boy in the world.
A little sneak peek of what’s to come….
For those of you planning to join us, bring your singing voices, your towels and your appetites. We can’t wait to celebrate with all of you!!
Sometimes a little reminder is all you need.
Let me tell you – sitting here with Baby LLW waiting for the scrambled egg all over the floor[FN1] to dry up enough for me to vacuum it while watching this demon woman on TV tell me how she struggled for years trying to keep her kids’ meals “refrigerator fresh” is doing great things for my self esteem. Just great.
FN1: He ate an egg!! He ate an eeeeegg[FN2]!!!!
FN2: Does it bother anyone else that that reads “EAG”?
It’s finally begun!! Mr. LLW’s 4 day marathon of cleaning up the funkiness that is our front lot. Calm yourselves, fellow tree lovers, we’re not cutting down anything that isn’t dead. But there are like 30 downed trees out there – not to mention God knows what other nastiness. Between the danger of falling objects and my horrific reaction to any plant that begins with the word “poison” my original plans to run gleefully around our property every morning shouting “all this is mine!!” were quickly dashed – I’m sure the neighbors are devastated – and replaced with the sad fact that I still haven’t set foot in like half of our yard.
After running around with Mr. and Baby LLW to make final arrangements for the Bobcat and wood chipper deliveries – and to get Mr. LLW a cute little outfit at REI that would protect him from God knows what is living in this nasty old wood pile
I got Baby LLW settled in for a nap and tucked into my own personal woodsy adventure: s’mores ingredients, a skewer and a lighter. Yes, my friends, I was really roughing it.
15 minutes later I noticed that Baby LLW had started to fuss a little in his crib. I figured I’d give him a few minutes to fall back to sleep before checking in on him.
5 minutes after that the fussing had started to escalate. I polished off my s’more and tiptoed toward his room to see what was going on and…wait…what is that smell?
I switch on the light and…wait…WHY IS HE STANDING THERE NAKED?? WHAT’S THAT IN HIS HAIR?? And SERIOUSLY – WHAT IS THAT SMELL???
Guess who learned to take off his diaper and fingerpaint all in one day?
I’m seriously traumatized. Mr. LLW picked the right day to spend outdoors.
Pray we make it through the night without another incident.
Updates to come on our progress outside!!
Sometimes I wish naps came with notes. “This is going to be a long one mom – why don’t you head down and work on that painting project downstairs?” or “This one’s gonna be short – best to crash on the couch and enjoy the 20 minutes you’ve got.”
Alas, they do not, and so I sit here with a half painted playroom downstairs afraid to head down and mess up a roller that I might only get to use for 15 minutes before Baby LLW rises and shines.
In the meantime, here’s a taste of our inspiration. Ignore the pastels – but we’re planning to mimic the high gloss black outline for the cool cartoon effect.
Inspiration courtesy of the Comic Room in Berlin’s Arte Luise Kunsthotel.
I hate to be a Debbie Downer, but contrary to the claims of the random hacker in China who graced my gmail account with his cyper-presence last night, it’s not true that “Last week. I have orders China Quantity: 21 Products Apple MacBook Pro”, received “A Product!” and deemed it “amazing!” I’m so sorry if I and my hacker friend had gotten your hopes up. But, alas, as far as I know you still can’t get a Mac ripoff that “has high quality” that “muc cheaper” than the real thing.
Still, in the spirit of LLW, I would like to take a few minutes to offer some gratitude to my mysterious cyber-friend:
- Thank you so much for deeming my humble gmail account worth hacking to send your little advertisement. I had no idea that my name carried enough weight to make this worthwhile – but with this new knowledge I plan to march even more boldly than usual into the rest of my week.
- Thank you for speaking English so poorly that the 417 or so people that got “my” email at 4:42 AM this morning probably weren’t bamboozled into thinking it was really from me.
- And, finally, a heartfelt thank you for getting me back in touch with every single person that I’ve ever emailed. I can’t tell you the delighted responses I’ve gotten from old friends, coworkers, wedding vendors and ex-boyfriends letting me know, “in case I hadn’t already realized it,” that I’d been hacked and otherwise wondering how my life had been going in the [x] years since we last spoke. Yes, dare I say I’ve had the time of my life today – and I owe it all to you-ouuuuuuuu…
Still, we’re sort of in a fight for getting me at least temporarily banned from Freecycle for trying to spam the entire members’ list.
Kiss kiss kiss, love, love, love,
Seriously. Not cool.
Happy 1 week birthday little tooth.