loving: our new hot tub – duh. we’ve been talking about getting one for what feels like forever (this summer), but we’re not really so quick to act. i’m so glad we finally got moving on this one! it’s better than i could have ever expected. i think i mentioned before that i can probably count the number of times i’ve been in a hot tub on one hand (and truthfully, i think they may ALL have been in-ground but 1), but now, i can’t imagine life without it. it’s become the perfect way for ABN and i to end our very busy days – together. a chance for us to reconnect and relax (and being toasty warm really helps with falling asleep). and what we always knew proved completely true – our backyard was made for it. we have a small platform in a back corner that has breathtaking mountain and valley views. and the stars on a clear night are just out of this world. ABN is already trying to hunt down the perfect polar-fleece robes #wearethosepeople.
reading: i’m still making my way through my first book of the year, The Blessing of a Skinned Knee. it’s a look at parenting through jewish teachings and practices. while we are a long way away from many of the challenges that the book illustrates, i really appreciate the connections to something greater than current parenting techniques that are all the rage. does that make sense? i feel like the methods that are discussed are connected to something great – a higher power? who knows, but a community and a belief rich with history, tradition and ritual. it’s something i’m sure i’ll return to time and time again as EBN grows. and it’s next on ABN’s reading list.
watching: this may be the most embarrassing thing i’ve ever admitted on this here blog – i’m watching a whole lot of general hospital. omg, blush, crawl under the table. long-time readers will remember that i started this really bad habit back when i had a teeny, tiny, newborn who nursed several times a night. my dvr was never lacking material to keep me company during those long hours. but it’s a habit that i haven’t been able to shake and now, as my time in front of tv has only decreased, my addiction to gh has reached a fever pitch. it’s the first thing i watch when i have a bit of time to myself. clearly, i’m losing it.
working on: let’s talk about crochet for just a hot second. i’m making a scarf for my mom – finally. which i hope to finish by the time she arrives later this month. and i need to get started on the baby blanket for my bff who is due in early spring. and i need to finish the baby blanket that i started but never finished for…someone? everyone i know is pregnant so it shouldn’t be hard to find it a home. and i have a pattern for a cowl that i’d like to whip up quickly. and…basically i should stop doing everything else that i do and just crochet 24/7.
eating: bacon. lots and lots of bacon. i’m renaming the paleo diet the bacon diet because honestly, that’s what i eat. and if i didn’t eat bacon, i don’t think i could take on this lifestyle. it’s like the mini reward in each of my meals. i get no bread, no cheese, no milk in my coffee, no ice cream, no peanut butter, no sour candy, no diet coke, no beer…but i get bacon. and that is good.
anticipating: ABN and i are going to meet on sunday to have our initial “let’s get serious about the basement” conversation. we realize that any house renovations (remember, we’ve never even painted a single wall!) will need to take place in stages. as in, walls and flooring first, plumbing second and any else like furniture or built-ins or…i don’t know…design…way later on. but we want to create our “must happen” list and then our “wouldn’t it be nice” list and then i’m pretty sure i’ll have “but wait, there’s more” list…which will cause ABN to roll his eyes. but a girl can dream…right?
making me happy: so i’m pretty sure we are the last people to this game (other than my parents) but we’ve just started composting (again) and it’s making me happier than putting ones discarded food items in a separate canister should. ABN and i have both had our trials and tribulations with composting in the past (mine involved house guests who collected their own urine…i’ll let that sit for a minute…his involved really really really moldy strawberries) and so we both shied away way longer than we should. but now we’re ready to re-commit and on day 3, i’ve got no complaints.