Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The Real Housewife of New Zealand

After a year of moving around quite a bit, Rhys and I are finally moving into a flat of our own once again. We can't wait to set the place up and unpack all of our things. To be honest, it might feel a bit like Christmas since we barely remember what is hidden in all those dusty boxes. Of course the most exciting and anticipated part of moving in will be setting up Baby Lake's room, something I've been dying to do for months. 

Now I mentioned in a previous post that I have been feeling very "nesty" lately. Since I was a little girl, I've heard women talking about this whole thing called nesting. Being a fairly organized person, nesting never seemed out of the ordinary to me. Naturally, anyone would want to prepare a place for her baby to live. I just never understood why nesting was made to sound like some phenomenon.... Now I know. 

But it goes beyond Baby Lake's dream room—which, in my mind's eye, is a nod to Versailles with damask, whites, light blues and pinks and some sort of swan theme—to the delusional. Let me explain. It all started with a pitcher that looks like this.


The pitcher has a matching set of glasses. Now it’s coming up on summer in the Southern hemisphere and when I saw the pitcher, my nesty brain went buck wild. I saw visions of myself as the perfect little housewife in the cutest little house ever. I was out on the deck pouring my friends pink lemonade and in the other arm, carrying Baby Lake who was looking adorable in a sunsuit. Everyone thought I was the Hostess with the Mostest.


Nesting means I need to stock my house with all the necessary garden party wares BEFORE the baby is born. It means I will own a variety of ruffle-sleeved aprons and whisk through my day cooking and cleaning in high heels. I will be the Energizer Bunny. I will be a Domestic Goddess.



I did eventually snap back to reality. Besides the minor detail that our new flat doesn’t even have a deck, where do I think all this energy will come from, especially once the baby is born? Luckily for Rhys, I am not an impulse shopper, even more so because the baby section is just behind home wares. Still, the pitcher and glasses continue to haunt my thoughts…



Sunday, September 18, 2011

Soon to Hatch



Dear Baby Lake,

It's not long now until I lose my internal heating system and your quiet little home is rudely interrupted by an eviction that you might not be expecting. So, I think there are a few things you should know:

I knew from the start that you were a girl, which shows that even if I'm not always right, I am some of the time at least.

I have a feeling that you will be a pretty stellar dancer. I love that you already dance with me to my ipod.

Macdonald's is what we like to call a "sometimes food;" one that I rarely thought about before you came on the scene so don't get too hooked.

Our friends have given you lots of names already: Suzannah, Esther, Rainbow, Sally Lunn, Puddle, and Jamima (Puddle Duck.) Never fear, you have a lovely one waiting for you.

I think your Dad should buy me a Kardashian-sized diamond ring so that when I get disapproving/pitied looks out in public, I can flash the ring and put people in their place. It's ok though; you're worth all the funny looks. 

I dream about you every night.

Your Dad and I already think you are the most beautiful girl in the world.

We can't wait to meet you.
Love,

Your Mama

p.s. thanks for the outie. 






Monday, September 12, 2011

The Slack Canary

In my last post, which was much too long ago, I started by saying how my mom asked me if the canary had flown the coop. This time, she's been asking whether the cat swallowed the canary. How cheeky! Still, a valid question given my long absence from Blog Land. I have however missed you my blog friends. 


At long last, I have finished up working and now have some spare time on my hands that I hope to put into the blog rather than squandering. In the very near future, I hope to share a bit of my musing and whereabouts. Warning! I am feeling extremely nesty (yes, I know that's not actually a word but hopefully you know what I mean) at the moment. I hope you don't mind. 


xo,


Joy & The-Ever-Growing Baby Lake