{ Lucy's favorite afternoon nap spot ... }
{ ... A woodsy, floral perfume, stud earrings, and a vintage script scarf for Valentine's Day ... }
{ Lucy's favorite afternoon nap spot ... }
{ ... A woodsy, floral perfume, stud earrings, and a vintage script scarf for Valentine's Day ... }
When I was about nine years old, my parents started toying with the idea of moving to San Francisco, and we flew out for a few days to look at houses. I remember this trip so vividly, mostly because for a city girl growing up in a smallish apartment, the idea of a for-real house was almost too exciting to handle. I remember seeing a house with a looping driveway bordered by weeping willows; another one with a huge, wide-open field out back and an exercise pool on the deck; a third one with a Spanish-style roof and a big staircase with a railing perfect for sliding down.
And then my parents - probably worried that I wouldn't want to leave my school and my friends - said, "If we move to San Francisco you can have a golden retriever puppy."
My bags were practically packed.
I've always been a pack-way-in-advance-of-departure kinda person, but when you have a 6 1/2 hour flight with a toddler on the horizon?
I've been packed since Saturday. And I don't leave until tomorrow (tomorrrrrrowwww! I WOULD LIKE TO ORDER SOME SUNSHINE PLZ).
Oh, and this time? I remembered the extra pants.
That I just unfroze the pipes in our basement all by myself.
LIKE A PROFESSIONAL.
(It's not actually that hard.)
The occasional Aerosmith concert or engagement party aside, we don't actually go out together in the city a whole lot. We mean to, we plan to...but whenever we hire a babysitter it ends up just sounding so much easier to go out somewhere around here rather than end our evening with a Metronorth ride and a taxi from the train station.
Lazy? Yes. But we're lazy. Ain't no shame.