Bathroom Moves

The time has come to make some moves. Bathroom moves.

That sounds a bit suspicious and a bit gross, but I assure you it's not. 

We've been living with our bathroom in its current state (very un-upgraded and very un-inspiring) forever. I like to call it "80s Builders Grade."

80s Builder's Grade

We've done very little to this space. Seriously, I can probably name 5 things we've done. Total. We've...

Okay, maybe that was six. But still.

80s Builders Grade

Aaaannd that's where we find ourselves, nearly five years after closing on the house.

We need to rid this space of the brass/gold overload. We need to replace our shower. We need paint, a new vanity top, new knobs, a different medicine cabinet, clean grout lines, a new light fixture...

I'm over this light fixture...

Cheap Bathroom Design

Only mine has six bulbs. Lucky me. So show business. So 80s. So over it.

We're going to tackle this space in two phases. While Matt and I deliberate on what exactly to do with our shower, (can we somehow convert it into a tub? should we tile? can we change the footprint somehow to allow for a bench if we keep the shower?) we'll tackle the first phase: updating the vanity, replacing the light fixture and medicine cabinet and getting a new faucet. We've been living with a broken faucet for two years. I have no idea why. I guess I've been waiting to kick start the bathroom mini-haul.

The floor tile and the wall tile are white and in excellent condition so I plan to keep them. I'd like to update the whole bathroom for somewhere around $2,000. The main chunk of that will be in phase two when we tackle the shower.

So, it's time to shop. I'm thinking that I'd like a neutral vanity top to go on our existing white vanity and add interest in things like the accents. I played around with Olioboard and came up with this general design idea for Phase 1.

Cheap Bathroom Design

Our vanity doesn't have legs like the one above and the sconces may end up being different but at least it's a jumping off point.

Simple, clean, elegant. When we outgrow this house, hopefully the next buyer will appreciate the neutral palette.

What has lingered on your to-do list for years?

A Letter To My Baby (4 Months)

Harrison boy!

We're more than halfway through July which means you, my love, are 4 months old. How can I possibly have a 4 month old? That can't be right.

Harrison Mark

You're way past the point of being a newborn and although that saddens me a bit, I know the fun is just getting started. In the last month, we did so much.

Nan and I took you on your very first road trip: we ventured to Cape Cod to visit your Great Nana. You were an absolute champ. You didn't cry at all. I was and still am completely impressed and very thankful. Great Nan came to see you when you were just ten days old, but you're much more interesting now. She marveled at how strong and sweet you are and loved hosting you.

Harrison Mark

I loved showing you off. The two of you hit it off immediately. 

 

We celebrated your first Fourth of July this year and it was a blast. Mommy and Daddy opted to skip the barbecues and play at home with you all day. And play we did.

Harrison Mark

We pulled out the jumperoo and although your toes barely touched the floor, we have great hopes for it soon as you continue to stretch and grow. 

Mommy and Daddy had our first ever date night. It was quite lovely to eat a meal at a leisurely pace but we missed you terribly. We grabbed dinner down the road and left you with Uncle Nick & Aunt Emmy during a crazy thunderstorm. I was nervous the whole time and made Daddy rush home after dinner so I could see for myself that you were in fact okay. That night was an eventful one but that's a story for a different day.

After Daddy went to work one day, you and I drove an hour upstate to visit Mommy's friend. You napped on the way there and upon entering Kathleen's home, you showcased what a polite, charming and respectful baby you are. I bet you didn't know babies could be polite, charming or respectful... they can, and you are. Kathleen marveled at what an "easy" baby you are and how she hopes Everett will have some of your qualities. Everett is Kathleen's newborn that was born hours after we left her home... I suppose you just have that effect on pregnant ladies.

I continue to be in complete awe at how well you go with the flow. Whether we toss you in the car for an impromptu shopping trip or pass you around from friend to friend, you never complain and keep your happy attitude the whole time.

Harrison Mark

I hope this is something you'll carry with you forever. I'm doubtful it will last when you're two or three, but let Mommy dream. (The picture below was taken at the car dealership - when fixing the car, they took twice as long as they said they would and you and I sat in the dealership for TWO hours. You didn't complain once and I love you for that.)

Harrison Mark

You enjoyed your first outing in a restaurant this last month and you were amazing. No crying or whining or shrieking... I'm going to go ahead and say part of this is Mommy and Daddy making sure your needs are met but the other part is definitely you being you. 

You also enjoyed your first outing to church this last month. You enjoyed the music and people-watching.

You had your first pool day at Miss Stacey's house and although you couldn't actually go in the pool, you made the best of what you could do... lounge under sun protection and look adorably cool and cute.

Harrison Mark

Not a minute goes by without a finger or your whole hand in your mouth. We are taking this as a definite sign of teething although the actual tooth may be months behind.

Harrison Mark

The drool is also a pretty good indicator of what's to come...

Harrison Mark

Try to keep those teeth down for a couple more months because we're not ready to say good-bye to your toothless smile...

Harrison Mark

From the beginning, we marveled at your range of expression. For the record, your expressions are still pretty killer.

There's the "pursed-lip quizzical" expression...

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The "take-this-damn-hat-off" expression...

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The "what-the-heck-are-you-doing" expression...

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The "arched-eyebrow" expression...

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The "that-camera-phone-again" expression...

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And the "this-store-bores-me" sleep expression...

Harrison Mark

I love them all. You are smiling, cooing and cackling all the time. If I ever had doubts about how Daddy and I were functioning as first time parents, those smiles, coos and cackles give me hope that we aren't totally helpless.

You're quite close to rolling from back to belly. You get all the way up on your side and then chill there. In fact, these days, you're sleeping on your left side just like Momma.

You still aren't sleeping that well but that's about to change. Sleep training is starting soon for you, my boy. Hold on tight.

Speaking of holding... when I hold you during a feeding, I can really tell how big you're getting. When I held you in my arms months ago, your tiny feet would rest in my palms, and I played with your toes. When I hold you now, your bottom rests in my palm, and your legs and feet extend way past my hand.

I can't let another month pass without mentioning your Daddy time. Every morning, Daddy wakes up with you and you play and play and play until I wake up and join you. This lets me sleep a little bit in the early morning and it allows for you and Daddy to enjoy each others company without distraction. This is Daddy's favorite time of day and you love it, too. Seeing you interact during this special time together absolutely melts me.

Harrison Mark

We just got back from our first family vacation to Maine - for Uncle Mike & Aunt Kate's wedding. It was close to a six hour drive, but you slept and entertained yourself and didn't complain a bit. We had a great time and you came everywhere us. Hiking, walking, shopping, eating out, swimming... you name it - you came along. You slept well (Harrison standards...) despite being in your travel crib in a strange house. We couldn't be prouder of you.

Harrison Mark

This summer has been the best summer ever. Harrison Mark, you continue to light up our days and make us look like complete fools as we coo at you, shamelessly try to elicit laughs and capture an embarrassing amount of pictures.

Harrison Mark

Raise your bottle to four months of neverending, fascinating, sleepless bliss.

Love you to Maine, back, and beyond.

Mommy & Daddy

P.S. If you want to catch up on your other letters, here is your 6-week letter, your 2-month letter and your 3-month letter.

Entomophobia (Sorry 'bout it...)

If you ask anyone that knows me, they'd tell you I suffer from a *touch* of entomophobia. (I'm a *bit* scared of bugs.)

To give you a better idea...

  • I'm that girl that embarrassingly screams and flails her arms at a chill summer BBQ when a bug flies by my ear.
  • Before I had my stud of a husband to handle my bugs for me, I would sleep in a different bedroom altogether if I found a big spider, wasp or unidentified bug in my room... even if the different bedroom didn't have a bed...
  • Since most bugs are attracted to light, I literally DO NOT use my porch ceiling light from May-September to avoid walking through flying insects as I enter and exit the house. I also shut off the overhead light in my car from May-September for fear of something nasty slipping in while the door is open...

So yeah, I have issues.

My mom used to describe it as a love/hate relationship. I'm terrified of them being on my skin or in my hair* but at the same time I'm fascinated by them. I even like looking at them... with a barrier of glass or netting between me and the bug, of course. 

As far as extermination goes, I'll kill most spiders and ants smaller than my fingernail. I won't go near flying insects or anything that can jump unpredictably. If I can, I'll trap the entom-offender (see what I did with that prefix?) under a drinking glass and leave it for Matt to exterminate. On a really bad day in the summer when the doors are opening and closing all day, Matt may come home to three or four bugs enclosed under these makeshift bug traps.

In a particularly embarrassing recent episode, I came downstairs with Harrison at 3am because there was a bug in his crib. I woke Matt up to handle it, and he begrudgingly followed me upstairs with a drinking glass and piece of paper (who said my method of trapping wasn't genius...). Upon closer scrutiny, Matt determined that the entom-offender (ha, again) was really a small sticker that had fallen off my shirt when I laid H in his crib. Yes, I woke him up for a sticker. At 3am. He definitely made fun of me for a few days, but I think he's since forgotten about it... until he reads this. Oops.

So that's my story about bugs. And me. About bugs and me. I started this post after spotting a ridiculous-looking bug on my front porch that I later identified as a male whitespotted sawyer. Go ahead and Google it. I'll wait.

Okay, how disturbing is that?! That antenna! You're welcome for not letting that pop up in your news feed. After reading "when improperly handled, the whitespotted sawyer may nip and draw blood," I had Matt handle it. I can now enter and exit the house as I please, without being attacked. Until the next one pops up.

I bet you had no idea someone could ramble on for so long about bugs. What's your stance? Love 'em or lose 'em?

*I have had bugs in my hair. One night during high school, I threw my ocean-soaked wet hair up into a messy topknot and headed out the door to hang out with friends. It was a summer night and I mistakenly walked through a swarm of Japanese beetles (the water-loving kind). I freaked out (of course) but went about my night. Later that night, when I returned home to shower, much of that swarm flew out of my hair when I let it out of the messy topknot. So yeah, now you know why I have issues.

Lou Gehrig Art

Have you seen the video below?

It features 30 MLB first basemen reciting Lou Gehrig's famous "Luckiest Man" speech. Yesterday was the 75th anniversary of the speech, and it reminded me how lucky we are to have a reminder of that speech in our home. Every time we walk into our office, we are reminded of the notion that even though we may have setbacks in life, most of our life is so beautiful that it outweighs the "bad breaks."

Lou Gehrig Art

The Lou Gehrig painting on the left was done years ago by my brother-in-law, Mike. He is a tremendous talent and gave us the painting to hang in our home. We are so lucky to have it. It was on a plain canvas, so Matt built a quick frame out of plain wood and covered it in a high gloss black spray paint. I don't think I've ever touched on the painting on the blog before I thought it was appropriate to share it this week. 

The baseball prints were photographed by a local photographer in Stamford, Connecticut. He would walk around a park near his home and collected many of the worn baseballs he'd find laying around. I stumbled upon them a few years ago on 20x200 and thought they were awesome. I love how they are complementary to the Lou painting. The black frames were 2 for $20 at Costco and we had the mats cut custom to fit the prints. 

If you haven't seen the speech, it's definitely something to consider watching. If you prefer to read it instead, the transcript is below.

"Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about the bad break I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth. I have been in ballparks for 17 years and have never received anything but kindness and encouragement from you fans.

Look at these grand men. Which of you wouldn't consider it the highlight of his career just to associate with them for even one day? Sure, I'm lucky. Who wouldn't consider it an honor to have known Jacob Ruppert? Also, the builder of baseball's greatest empire, Ed Barrow? To have spent six years with that wonderful little fellow, Miller Huggins? Then to have spent the next nine years with that outstanding leader, that smart student of psychology, the best manager in baseball today, Joe McCarthy? Sure, I'm lucky.

When the New York Giants, a team you would give your right arm to beat, and vice versa, sends you a gift - that's something. When everybody down to the groundskeepers and those boys in white coats remember you with trophies - that's something. When you have a wonderful mother-in-law who takes sides with you in squabbles with her own daughter - that's something. When you have a father and a mother who work all their lives so you can have an education and build your body - it's a blessing. When you have a wife who has been a tower of strength and shown more courage than you dreamed existed - that's the finest I know.

So I close in saying that I may have had a tough break, but I have an awful lot to live for."

Wishing you all a great 4th of July. Hopefully it's filled with baseball, apple pie, fireworks and the like. 

Picture Tour: Yarmouthport, Massachusetts

Harrison and I slipped off to Cape Cod for a few days, and I have a few pictures I want to share from the trip. Despite my mom & aunt growing up on the Cape and my nana still living there, we discovered a small strip of land on the bay that neither my mom, aunt nor Nana had ever discovered. Wild, right?

The houses and land surrounding this beach were so picturesque. Actually, picturesque doesn't even really do the space justice.  Mature rose bushes spilled over rock walls and white picket fences. Large oil & stone driveways meandered up hills leading to big houses with bay views. Lush green lawns bordered with hydrangeas sprawled over much of the acreage.

I kept saying this to my family and they're probably sick of hearing it but I felt like I was in a dream. Straight out of a fairy tale. Most of these pictures are landscape shots since I didn't want to be that woman creepily taking pictures of the houses... hope you enjoy.

Wharf Lane

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Happy July!

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