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On Saturday morning, Francis had a record sleep in till 10am! I finally just had to wake her up because Matt made a delicious egg and waffle breakfast feast. Here’s a photo of her swiping a handful of butter from the butter dish. What is it with kids and butter? Yuck.       Went to the Land Of Nod last week to see Peter Himmelman play. It ended up being a little bit of a let down because it only lasted about 20 minutes, but it was still fun to drive downtown and do something a little different with the kids. The children’s music world seems to be a booming industry these days. It’s so good in fact, that even on repeat in the car it’s tolerable. Some of my favorites are: Lisa Loeb and They Might Be Giants. Last Friday night myself and a crew of my girlfriends, all mommas, went dancing in downtown Chicago. (Mind you, I haven’t been dancing in over 6 years and this girl likes to shake her groove thang. ) You’d think, that I would have been out of my mind excited, but to tell you the truth, I had all kinds of anxiety about going. First, I had NOTHING to wear. At least I’m smart enough to know that Tevas and cargos aren’t appropriate for a night on the town. Currently, my wardrobe is a sad, sad state of affairs. It’s full of maternity/post maternity/loosing weight after baby t-shirts and jeans. That, combined with my life consisting of going to the library and the park with two kids, let’s just say…not so sexy. And if you’re going out once every 6 years, sexy is a must. Enter, friend Rachel and neighbor Maureen. These ladies always look like a million bucks. Rachel came over with a pile of clothes and Maureen gave me some sparkly earrings to wear. I typically wear fake pearls or diamond studs…both of which are lost at the moment and I’ve been wearing nothing for months now. I am a lost cause. What can I say? I’ve got to get better at this. At any rate, mission “Transform Sally” was complete. I had something to wear and felt much better about going. Nevermind, I am 33, married, and now have the glorious post pregnancy “muffin top” waistline…maybe now, with the right clothes and club lighting, I would blend in. We arrived at the Funky Buddha around 9:45. How did we decide where to go? I wish I could post the string of emails (there were 32) that were exchanged among this group of ladies. It was so funny. There was a lot of internet research and consulting of younger siblings and coworkers. After having to ditch our first choice of going to the Underground (because Kanye West was having a private party there) we settled on the Funky Buddha. The website said the age range was 25-50…ha. We had a great time. A little out of practice, Lauren forgot her ID and had to drive all the way home to get it. And a little rusty on the dance floor, but soon it was all laughs and good times. I created a new dance move… it was the “look at my ring finger” dance. That seemed to weed out most of the creeps. One guy, in fact, appreciating my effort, bought me a drink and said, “Have a great time with your girlfriends tonight.” So, I count that as a success. A free drink. I still got it. 😉 It was a great time. Not more fun than eating breakfast everyday with Francis and George or watching back -to-back episodes of 24 on the couch with Matt, but a different kind of fun. Just a great night out by myself, with my girlfriends. Thanks Ladies. I needed it.
I did, however, manage to convince the tree service guys to give us a 4ft. chunk of the tree so Matt’s planning on turning some bowls with it. At least we’ll have something nice to remember our old friends. Update: Here’s Matt attacking the stump.
And the fruits of his labor:
August 8, 2007 - 8:57 pm
so sad about the tree. i can't wait to see what matt will do with the remains!
August 8, 2007 - 10:02 pm
We lost both our dutch elm trees…one before we moved in and the other after. Watching them chop down the tree and chip out the stump was a highlight of Luke's week and a low point for us. Such a bummer. I have heard that the trees aren't supposed to be used for anything since the beetles in the wood carry the disease. Maybe that's just related to firewood… On extremely short notice, we had a handful of friends over on Sunday to eat Dominick’s pizza (not Domino’s, but Dominick’s, right out of the deli fridge) and eat cake and celebrate George’s first year. Francis, our self-appointed baking advisor, said that George needed a tiger cake so that’s what he got. While it was a happy tiger, George was still pretty startled by the sight. But unlike his sister on the occasion of her first birthday, he did not SCREAM while we sang Happy Birthday. Matt made balloon animals, perhaps starting a new Gulde birthday party tradition. In his first turn at balloon sculpture, he built a repertoire of four varieties: poodle, dachsund, giraffe, and hat. (Please, please click on that “hat” link. It’s the best picture in the lot). Thanks to all our friends who were able to make it with only a few hours’ notice, giving our little guy his best birthday yet.
August 7, 2007 - 1:38 am
i love your summary of the big day. i just wish i'd been there to eat some delicious but startling cake and sugar cookies.
August 11, 2007 - 2:26 pm
i also love the title of this. hilarious… as usual! |
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by Sally
Kristen - George already knows how to "rock his face off." that's good breeding! and I'm glad y'all were FRONT ROW!!!