Emilie's Secret Garden

London Broil falling down

Emilie — Sun, 18 Feb 2007 23:47:12 +0000

02/18/07

A couple of weeks ago Chris’ boss found a recipe involving a cast iron skillet and some steaks. Lots of smoke later, bingo, excellent steak. With Chris’ new found interest in cooking my loving husband read up on the subject and decided that he

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football and roses

Emilie — Sun, 18 Feb 2007 23:27:02 +0000

Superbowl this year was February 4th. Amelia and I got up early (well, early for a Sunday) and cooked up a big breakfast of

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One ring to rule them all

Emilie — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 02:16:45 +0000

01/31/07

For the last three weeks Amelia has been scratching. It started with a barely audible scritch, scritch, scritch, against the fabric of her basinet. I figured I needed to file her nails, so the next night I did that while she lay on her changing table, occupied with

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Revenge of the Snow People

Emilie — Tue, 30 Jan 2007 17:40:33 +0000

01/11/07
It was Thursday and I was home with Amelia. Chris was already off to work and for the first time in a long time it was snowing outside. Everything was covered in two inches of the fluffy white stuff and the outside cats were all busy testing to see if they could walk on it but mostly finding long and involved paths around it. Baby black kitty was the most adventurous, picking her way very carefully into the sea of white that was our backyard before getting spooked once she’d hit the middle, she then gave up all pretense of worrying what she was stepping on and ran the rest of the way to the porch where I was setting out food.

Once Amelia was down for her nap I threw my work-jeans on over my pajama’s and headed outside to play. On the front porch I was met by our two resident grouchy cats, Mr. Peepers and Alfred, the odd couple of feline-hood. (more…)

Baby Talk

Emilie — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 18:19:42 +0000

Chris: So, after you have the kid will your breasts just leak all over the place? Will you have to wear booby diapers? Does such a thing exist?
Em: Yes, and yes. Though they’re called breast pads.
Chris: So like … I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and be like … why’s the bed all wet?!? And you’ll be all like … that’s just they way I roll sucka!
Em: Good lord, it’s not that bad. It just means I’ll have to wear a bra to bed for awhile.
Chris: Yeah … but the intense amount of caffeine magnifies everything
Em: What the hell are you talking about?
Chris: I don’t know.

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Pink or Blue?

Emilie — Wed, 17 May 2006 23:55:00 +0000

Today was the day! Well, not THE day but in the short term range of things it was the day! We would find out for sure if we were having a boy or a girl… or an alien, which judging by the ultrasound is still quite promising. (more…)

Maternity and the Next Generation

Emilie — Fri, 05 May 2006 05:04:04 +0000

A month ago I knew when I bought what amounted to pull-up pants that it was a going to be a long road to baby-dom. (more…)

Romeo, Romeo, whyfore out thou a bitch?

Emilie — Fri, 24 Mar 2006 01:36:11 +0000

Friday, February 24th, 2006: Fifteen actors for Romeo and Juliet are lounging around waiting for rehearsal to begin, we are two weeks before opening. Pat, the technical director (and a big guy), decides to give us all a ‘safety’ lecture. The metal swords that we’d originally spent $400 on were falling apart, and the wooden swords we bought to replace them are getting broken too. One of the swordfighters is an overzealous lad we’ll call Derek, ‘cuz that’s his name… we don’t protect the innocent around here as you’ll soon see. He was the cause of several of the broken swords and as the rest of us glanced uncomfortably at each other as Pat’s tone escalated as he warmed to his subject we were all thinking that. I’ve listened to many of Pat’s rants before and this one, on a scale of one to 5 – one being the lowest – was probably a three. He was rather adamant on our being more careful with the swords and for God’s sake stop breaking them! We all nodded, a little uneasy, a little bored, but glad that the rant was over. On with the show! As the rehearsal progressed and it was Derek’s turn to come out he never did. We waited and he still didn’t come out. We hollered for him to no effect. Finally cast members went to go look for him and discovered his car was gone. (more…)

Preggers!

Emilie — Tue, 14 Feb 2006 23:52:36 +0000

The last few weeks of January was the beginning of the cramping. Sometimes very light, sometimes harder lasting several seconds at a time where I stopped everything and held my breath until it went away. February 6th, five days after I my period was supposed to start I stood in the cold second bathroom at 7am and took a home pregnancy test while Chris peacefully slumbered in the other room. While it was ‘cooking’ I wandered into the freezing cold kitchen and rinsed some dishes, keeping a nonchalant-not-worried-at-all-eye on the clock. How is it that three minutes can last at least ten? I casually wandered back into the bathroom and picked up the stick. The pink base line was bold as ever but a second pink line, faint but definitely there was definitely there. I double checked the directions but it didn’t say anything but an almost pink line. What the devil does that mean? Kind of pregnant? I disposed of the test deep into the trash can and went on my merry way. (more…)

Say What?

Emilie — Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:40:34 +0000

“Put that down. Put. That. Down!�? I am currently pleading (sternly) with a four year-old. She is dangling a cup of water over the top of a five-hundred dollar scanner. She is not my child so I can’t grab her little arm and wrench the paper cup from her. Instead I hold my notebook under the cup and lift until the cup is propped on the notebook. The kid is fascinated by this and wants to hold the notebook with the cup on top. (more…)