Pizza

Thank the Lord! Tonight Paul and I discovered (FINALLY) a pizza place. And it tastes like pizza. PIZZA.

Now, these people here think they have Domino's or Papa John's is pizza. People think the crap you get in California is pizza. And some people think that yucky white stuff is pizza.

They are all wrong. Pizza is thin, huge, foldable, perfectly proportional cheese to sauce. Pizza is what people in New York make.

We discovered a place that had an owner who moved here from Manhattan. Thank God he moved here.

Pizza, pizza, pizza.

Birthday Report

It's my birthday...hey hey...got my car fixed...hey hey...random song...

Doesn't matter too much that I turned 33 because today Elizabeth's heart murmur was diagnosed as an innocent murmur. Which means, no heart defect, no problems, and my little girl is healthy and safe...woo hoo!!!

Smile.

Break Between Visits

We have a break this weekend. Paul's parents left Saturday, my mother arrives tomorrow, so we have a break today. We are spending time just the two of us today. I can't wait until we settle into a routine, just the two of us...or with the addition of the Princess, just the three of us.

Speaking of, the Princess is stirring and it's time for a feeding...and it's late and I'm tired and watching Fantastic Four on HBO...oh boy.

The Verdict is In

My husband's father arrived with photos of my husband when he was a baby and it is true, the Princess looks entirely like her father. In fact, a couple of the photos could be the Princess if it were not for the 1973 stamped on the picture. I have looked at my own baby pictures and the Princess and the Duchess have nothing in common.

So, I carried the Princess for nine months, competing with the heat and the high blood pressure and the HELLP syndrome. I now weigh twenty pounds more than when I started, none of my clothes fit and my stomach is so distended from the c-section I can barely make a stomach muscle.

And she is totally worth it....but, she doesn't have my name, she doesn't have anything of my looks about her. The Duchess would be happy if there were just a little bit of evidence that she and the Princess were related.

Maybe she'll get my blood type...

Walking the Princess Through the Neighborhood

From now on Elizabeth will be referred to as the Princess...at her request (at 330am this morning)

Tonight the husband and I walked the Princess through the neighborhood. I felt totally like a yuppy parent...what with him in his Tevas and me in my Birkenstocks and the Princess in her Baby Gap onesie and Graco stroller. As we walked, or I guess it's strolled as the equipment is called stroller, we were waved to. By people who have never looked at us before. We nodded and smiled. We petted a random puppy. We were very of the neighborhood in a way we have never been before. This is interesting. We will have to see what develops.

Oh, and, the Princess is quite sure that the people have lined the streets to see her as she passes by so she is working on her little hand wave.

Crazy Old Man

Every neighborhood has a crazy old man. Generally these old people get so insane because they don't do anything anymore but sit in their houses and stew. Hopefully old people have family to take care of them so they don't unleash their craziness on other people. Unfortunately in our neighborhood there's an old man who's family doesn't care about him so we all have to deal with him. Here's our most recent interaction with him.

Saturday morning I hear an air horn blowing and my dog is barking out the front window. I am nursing our 2 week old baby so my husband runs out to find out what the hell is going on. Standing at the end of our driveway on our lawn with some random dog next to him is the crazy old man, blowing an air horn at our house. Paul says, "what are you doing?!?" The crazy old man says, "your dog is barking." Paul says, "because you are standing on our property blowing an air horn at him, of course he is barking." The crazy old man says, "I'm calling the pound." Paul says, "go ahead, I'll tell them you are standing on our property blowing an air horn and deserve to be barked at."

This is totally in line with his recent behavior of wandering the neighborhood and harassing dogs. He stands on the property line of houses with dogs, blows his air horn in an attempt to get the dogs to bark at him. He then screams about dogs barking in the neighborhood.

Seriously. Family...take care of your crazies!!!

Back to Work

Holy Crap! I went back to work today and my desk calendar said July 10th. I have thus been away from my desk at work for one month.

ONE MONTH!!!

I had piles of mail. Piles of emails. Piles of crap to deal with. But I'm back. Back in swing, back in form, back at work and happy about it.

After 5 hours of work I rushed home to play with my baby who hasn't left my arms except for dinner and some computer work since about 8 hours ago. A whole new routine begins...

Will I Ever Not be Homesick??

Two weeks ago I gave birth to my daughter, Elizabeth. My parents came out and spent the last two weeks with me and my new family and helped very much. My stepmother changed her diapers more than anyone in the house and made all of her bottles and gave her generally much love and kisses. My father didn't change a single diaper but he did much tummy time playing with Elizabeth and generally gave her much cuddling.

Tonight they left and I started to cry - again. I cry whenever my dad leaves me. The first time I spent a week at St. Lawrence University, when I left for college - every time, when I moved to Utah, and now, when he's leaving me and my daughter. I am homesick. I want to move to New York and live right down the street from my dad. In these moments of weakness I very much want to move home. I will be over it by tomorrow and I will love my Utah home again and there will be no question I want to stay here...but now, I am crying.