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Blogcation All I Ever Wanted

Blogcation all I ever wanted!  Blogcation had to get away!

A-hoy hoy dudes!  I’m back from the great beyond and ready to weave you tales of trials and triumph about this here blogcation I’ve narrowly returned from.  Much like a fated boat crew you may have heard about, my 3-hour tour turned into an indefinite strandation on mommy-island.  Before I get into the goods, let’s give it up for E-dawg, who single-handedly steered the DC ship around these treacherous bloggy waters for the last 20+ weeks. Thanks, lady, for keeping us aprised of the Austin real estate market, workin up some decor hip hop number one smash hits, and for overall keepin it ‘trill.  She was good to ya.  Ok, you may take your seats now.

Other than the occational check-in on Design Crisis while away on blogcation I didn’t read a single thing about design.  If you told me the new keep calm and carry on is just a picture of a basketball hoop and that hoarding is the new black, I’d probably believe you.  Afterall, I’ve been living under a baby-shaped-rock and everything under here is dark and covered in spit up.

So, how’s a mommy with decor blinders supposed to write a blog post?  Well, I’m going to combine everyone’s 2 very favorite things:  photos of stranger’s vacations and photos of stranger’s kids.  I’m the stranger in this scenario.  And you’re going to like it.  Go!  (ps, let’s note that this is the longest intro ever.  20 weeks of blog silence makes me wordy I guess)  Ok, now Go!

Here’s me in the early days of blogcation, 42.5 weeks pregnant and blissfully unaware of how easy I had it.

48 hours later, my giant handed baby Eero came along to rock our worlds.

After confirming that his hearing worked, they were ready to send us on our way.

On a side note, I would like to say that this hearing test is bunk.  The night before it was administered he jumped at the sound of a door slamming.  I tried to use that as solid proof that his ears were golden but no, i was forced to spend a bunch of money to find out (surprise!) his ears work.

side side note, to preempt any comments about “oh but some babies can’t hear:” Those mommies figure it out pretty early on, at which point they can then OPT to have this test done.  But state law?  Come on.

We quickly mastered the art of sleeping (yay!) and swaddle breaking (boo!)

mommy continues to take pictures of him sleeping.

And we get to know the kitty cats.  (9 pound Gloria shown here)

We add holding up our head and smirking to the list of accomplishments

And we nap with the pops at Ross

Kitty friendship continues to develop.

We choose bloods

We go to birthday parties and show off our shades

We wrestle giant caterpillers

And we master the art of folding laundry so mommy can return to blogging.

And that’s how I spent my winter blogcation.  You dudes (Connie) can stop your belly aching, I’ll be back here every Wednesday.  Will I have time to brush up on the most recent design trends before then or will I just post more pictures of my sweet baby Eero?  Who knows, you homies will just have to show up to find out.

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Real Estate OCD: LA in Austin Under 300K

Sorry to inflict more real estate drama on you, but that’s just how I roll these days. Other people have Real Housewives of Whogivesabooger (no offense to watchers of said programs), and I have real estate porn. I feel good about the arrangement. Anyhoo, you dudes are going to pee in your pants when you see this place. I opened the little gateway thingamajig my fancy realtor sent me and nearly passed out from the goodness. It may be true that if you’re Richie F. Rich then better homes can be found, but better homes for 300K? I don’t think so. Behold.

That’s right. It’s 2300 sq ft of glass and marble. And it’s not mine. Ugh. The neighborhood is all wrong for us, but guess what? Next best thing — The Inlaws bought it!

I am so going to be hot tubbing it up this summer… while The Inlaws are babysitting Ike, natch. They may not be fully aware of this arrangement yet, so let’s keep it on the DL.

Did you see the pool? Did you see the windows? Did you see all the palms swaying ever so gently in the wind, whispering, Erin…. have another margarita? I want to swim here more than CBS wants Charlie Sheen back. The rest of the place ain’t too shabby, either.

There is a sure enough koi pond in the atrium next to the dining room.

Clerestory windows out the ass.

The master bedroom means bizness time.

Hot diggity dog, this place is insane but it needs paint and a kitchen reno for real. I have some ideas for its transformation, but I may be calling in the troops (that would be ya’lluns) for help as the situation unfolds. Excitement!

Know what else is sure to send you into atrial fibrillation?

Karly is coming back tomorrow.

Word.

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