For the first time since living in South Boston, we didn’t head out to watch the parade. Instead, I was being that mom at the pediatrician’s office. We got a contagious illness report from daycare this week (the dreaded conjunctivitis is going around), so when Grace started rubbing her eyes, I started becoming a nutcase. A word of advice: Don’t Google “pink eye” at three in the morning.
The nurse I spoke with this morning encouraged us to come in today, just in case. By the time 2 o’clock rolled around, I started to wonder if it was more likely Grace had accidentally squirted yogurt into her own eye, or that part of her bagel got in there or something. Needless to say: no conjunctivitis. I love our pediatrician, though (and the fact that they’ll see us on Sundays). We had no trouble getting out of Southie, but heading back in during the parade proved to be a bit more challenging.
One of the (presumably many) upsides to not being infected and being out and about? We had a little impromptu visit with my sister and brother-in-law during which Grace tried to eat a crayon and I learned that Selection Saturday is actually Selection Sunday. And I wonder why people don’t invite me to join their March Madness pools.
Oh but before I say anything else, sorry for talking about pink eye. I promise we did non-gross things this weekend too. Like the things pictured below.
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First things first: The snow is melting… AND THINGS ARE GROWING. I spotted these little sprouts alongside our driveway on Sunday afternoon and literally shrieked in delight. I immediately emailed a photo to my husband and our neighbors. And I’m now taking bets on who thinks I’m crazier, our neighbors or Grace’s pediatrician. This weekend was great for my personal brand. Whatever that means.
Our neighborhood is ready for St. Patrick’s Day. I don’t want to live any where else. Most of the time.
A little weekend doodling. Watercolor + pen + birds.
I am obsessed with the artwork on these seed packets from the Hudson Valley Seed Library. I am kicking myself for not buying their calendar at the Flower Show.
Aaaand another photo from this year’s Boston Flower and Garden Show. Nick and I always talk about living in a tiny house one day, and I think I found the one this weekend. Technically, I think this is more of a garden shed, but I am pretty sure there’s room for Grace and Clark’s imaginary bunkbeds. And if I take after my maternal grandfather at all (which I hope I do), I’m only going to get shorter so…. I think it will work.
After the Flower Show, we ducked out of the rain and grabbed tacos across the street at Rosa Mexicana. Aren’t my lunch dates adorable?
I started Saturday morning with a big cup of organic peppermint amour and some to do list-ing. Of the 900 things on the list for the weekend, I think I accomplished 3. One of those things was “make a to do list.” Can’t win ’em all.
A peek at my art journal (you’ll find more pages here and here).
Did anyone else read Richard Scarry books as a kid? They were a family favorite of ours. I ordered a copy of Richard Scarry’s Best Word Book Ever for Grace and seriously… it’s the best word book ever. Not surprisingly, her favorite page is the one where the bear gets dressed. She is all about her shoes these days.
With work being crazy (in a good way), I’ve been making a conscious effort to unplug a bit more during the weekend. I can’t seem to put my Instagram machine iPhone down, though. Technically it’s only plugged in when it’s charging, so… I guess that still sort of counts as being unplugged. Maybe.
The Os Gemeos mural in Dewey Square, taken from a stoplight (safety first).
View of Logan from the Seaport – I love living so close to the water.
Spotted this so jelly mug (the reverse side features a pair of jelly fish) at Target while running errands. And then I had Destiny’s Child stuck in my head for the rest of the day. I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly.
I whipped up a quick and (extremely) easy lemon artichoke pesto on Friday night. I love throwing together ingredients with neither measuring, counting, nor caring. Pestos are perfect for that. I used two small jars of artichoke hearts (drained), added a generous helping of walnuts (~2 cups), a bunch of fresh parsley, a drizzle of olive oil, juice from one lemon, a pinch of nutritional yeast, and little salt and pepper. You could probably chop up the ingredients and mash together in a bowl, but I went straight for the food processor. Nice and smooth.
Clark and I enjoyed the spring-like weather this weekend with a few extra-long walks. I thought this tree was cute.
I slept in on Saturday and missed the early class at CrossFit Southie, so I threw together a little at home WOD, after checking out a few of the workouts on The Traveling WOD. That site is a great resource for workouts on the go, or at home – with very little, if any equipment required. After six rounds of my made up workout, I got to work on pull-ups. Practice makes progress.
After taking some time a few weeks ago to organize my random collection of ribbons, mint and coral colored pens, and washi tape, I’ve been obsessed with little projects like this one: sprucing up my iPhone and iPad chargers with different tapes. Here are a few more clever uses for washi.
There was a time when I never, ever napped. That time can be defined as my entire childhood. Nowadays, if football is on and Clark’s feeling snuggly… the two of us are out like a light.
I am finding my Polar FT4 heart rate monitor from h.h. gregg to be not only informative, but super motivating. I’ve been wearing it to CrossFit and am amazed at how much harder I push myself at the box, than I do when I workout on my own.
But wait… there’s more.
Speaking of CrossFit, I left the box on Sunday feeling like a Mighty Endorphin Power Ranger after our rowing/DU WOD. It didn’t hurt that “Beat it” (rock in peace, MJ) was playing on the radio on the way home. While I’ve been able to do one or two double-unders here and there over the past few months, I’ve never been able to string them together before. Usually I would feel or hear the rope pass under my feet for the second time, freak out, and then immediately whip myself in the shins. I’ve been practicing, checking out YouTube videos, and watching other athletes and somehow… it just clicked during the warm-up. One double-under turned into two… and then three… and during the workout, twenty! I must have looked like a total goofball, but I could not stop smiling and Irish-whispering “I am doing it!” When I went up to the board after class to give our coach my time, I started to say level one (which was scaled to 10 DU attempts), our coach replied… “What you did was not level one.” Perma-smile.
After class (and various leaps and spin moves about the condo while I described my jump rope glory and push jerk PR to Nick), we headed to Whole Foods River Street to stock up for the week. Pomegranates: check.
As soon as we got home, I traded my skinny jeans (no one should wear real pants on the weekend) for short shorts and ProCompression socks. Much better.
Yet another water view from the Seaport. You will not be shocked to learn I am a Pisces.
This was the mess I made while multi-tasking. I perused Runners World for a spring half marathon to run, while painting my nails, while watching the Pats (I stayed mostly awake for that game). I like to pick nail colors based on their names (seen above: essie eternal optimist, beyond cozy and miss fancy pants). I’ve been reading Apartment Therapy: The Eight Step Home Cure and was reminded about the good having fresh flowers around can do. Tulips are a favorite of mine.
As of Sunday evening, I have successfully completed 13 out of 13 #fmsphotoaday challenges. Yesterday’s theme was circle. This was kind of a stretch, but the BC seal is a circle. I recently joined a mentoring program at my alma mater and will be paired with an undergraduate student next month. I think it will be a good way to reconnect with the Heights, especially with my 10 year reunion not so far off. Yikes.
Clark and I headed out for another long walk (clearly, I put my pants back on). It’s January in Boston, yet it was too warm for a jacket and real shoes, so I dug out my Toms. Al Gore was right, people.
[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] I would have stopped to smell the flowers, but I was afraid I’d get mowed down by the crowd. I could have never imagined that the most dangerous place to be on a Saturday night in the city would be a flower show. As we entered the Seaport World Trade Center, we were forced do dodge throngs of people wielding 4 foot tall garden stakes, bundles of branches, and various other garden show paraphernalia.
I have never been touched by so many garden club members in my life. As we attempted to walk up and down the outer aisles (I like to tackle these types of events with a plan.. in this case, it was not a good one), we were crushed by people charging the Harbor Sweets booth as the salesperson announced he had toffee samples to give away. Lord have mercy. We, unfortunately, didn’t get to spend nearly as much time checking out the actual flowers and gardens as we did last year. Visiting on the weekend was not the best idea.
I did get a few ideas, though, and a few good pictures. Voila.
Yep! That’s a real bird!
After being run over by some sort of hand cart filled with garden sculptures, I decided enough was enough. We picked up a really cute window sill garden, some hydrangeas and white roses from Wilson Farm, a “Happy Dog Meal” for Clark and called it a day. Next year, we’re sticking to a weekday night. And wearing body armor.