Back From Japan

Mr. 6PackAbs returned from his business trip to Japan, just in time to throw the washer to the curb & rescue me from domesticated terror. He brought back some great souvenirs for Chloe & me, but this one is sooooo amazing, that I just had to share.

I know this doesn't look like much & its a horrid scan, but allow me to explain. See each & every tiny little piece of white, that makes the overall picture? Those are broken pieces of eggshells, people!!! Can you believe that someone has the time... and PATIENCE, to do that??? I surely would not have the patience. The pieces are put together on a black painted piece of wood, one by one, then sealed on. Amazing.

I'm not so much into the Asian decor, but the simplicity of the design, the black & white, & the fact that my sweet man brought it home for me, makes it very suitable for my home.

Screw Domestication

Domestication is not so fun when you wake up to what should be a clean load of laundry, just waiting to be dried. But instead, you open the washer to this....

The bastardo will not drain. I re-set it, I threw the breaker. I got nothing.

Dear Mr. 6PackAbs, please come home. I'm lonely & you need to fix this. I'm no repair girl. And give me back my banana cake...er, um... "bread".

Stepford, Anyone?

I'm not quite sure what's taken hold of me, but I'm feeling particularly "domesticated" lately. Ok, maybe not so much with the cleaning issues, but in the kitchen? I am inspired!

Want to know what I whipped up this afternoon? Banana walnut cake,.... er, "bread". Call it "bread" & it sounds healthier, right? So "cake" it shall be called. Extra domestication icing on top? Its heart-shaped. aaawwwwwwww..... Mr. 6PackAbs is coming home from a business trip in Japan, and this is his all-time favorite "snack". Can anyone say "Stepford"???

A Mommy Moment

Chlo' & I came upstairs to nap, this afternoon. She trotted off to pick out her naptime books & I hopped on-line to check e-mail ("hit the cr*ckpipe"). As I was logging on, I heard her "reading" her books to her snuggle bear. "AAaaawwww... my sweet precious babe", I'm thinking. I finished up reading my e-mails, and noticed that it was awfully silent in her room. I stopped & listened a second more. Still no sounds. No sounds of movement, no "humming herself to sleep". Just silence.
I crept in & peeked around the corner. She was sound asleep. And my heart broke. Then I inwardly cheered. Then I broke a little more.
These are the defining moments of my motherhood journey that I've wanted to experience. I want my child to be strong & independent. I want her to be proud when she can do things for herself. And I want to know that it won't hurt so much to watch as she learns these virtues, and slowly grows away from me. I long for her to be old enough that we can be friends, and simultaneously, I want my baby that needs her mama. As she grows, I too, grow.