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No way, baby.

by Elisa on July 6, 2009

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Some places inspire you to do stuff. (And no, I’m not referring to sex shops, though I’m sure it applies there too.)

For instance, you visit a Museum, you are likely to get inspired to study art more, if only to know some of the names and pieces you see in exhibitions. You go to certain spots in California, you might be inspired to learn to surf. You go shopping and find nothing that fits, you might be inspired to lose weight. Or go home and drawn your sorrows in a pint of ice cream (Ben&Jerry’s, anyone?)

And when you go to baby stores, you might just be inspired to have another baby. There’s cute stuff there. Lovely baby clothes in pastel colors. Small patent mary jane shoes and tiny leather sneakers.

So yesterday, when I went with my friend V. to help her with her baby registry, I had to activate my baby dust deflector. Which basically means I had to enter a yogi semi-meditative state where no thoughts of babies entered (kind of hard in a baby store.) Because I got pregnant so quickly both times, I’m not entirely sure I couldn’t get pregnant just by thinking about it too much. And since I’m still dealing with the baby fat (ehm… toddler fat) and sleep deprivation, I’m going to go ahead and say I am not ready for another child.

Not thinking about having another baby is kind of hard when you see things like this:

boy clothes

which invariably bring to mind the “cute baby in a cute outfit” moments you had with your own children, those when you look at them and you can hardly contain the pride in both your offspring and your fashion sense. Which in my experience happens more often with girls, because, as everyone knows, there’s way more cute clothes for girls than for boys. But that might also be because I have two girls and I’m sort of clueless about baby boys, really.

Anyhoo, these are two of the “cute baby in a cute outfit” moments that came to mind yesterday:

Sarah, 10 weeks old, in an adorable hoodie sweater you cant see well because this photo is from the time before digital cameras and the quality sucks. Also, I scanned it so its even worse.

Sarah, 10 weeks old, in an adorable hoodie sweater you can't see well because this photo is from the time before digital cameras and the quality sucks. Also, I scanned it so it's even worse.

Stella, 10 months old, in a pink velour tracksuit so cute I wanted to eat her up.

Stella, 10 months old, in a pink velour tracksuit so cute I wanted to eat her up.

And believe it or not, adding those images here was enough to start those impure baby making thoughts again. My baby dust deflector is apparently stuck. In such cases, the emergency cure: stepping in front of the mirror in a bathing suit.

Aaaaaaargh!!

There. All better.

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I'm floored (or I will be)

by Elisa on June 26, 2009

in household,humor,my dazzling personality,ramblings,unlikely housewife stuff

If you have been here before, you know we have been moving around quite a bit since we got married: Los Angeles, Copenhagen, Zurich, then New York, and soon Zurich again. Because of the somewhat frequent moves, we have been renting so far, instead of buying a house.

But if we don’t move again in the next couple of years, we might just take the big step, and buy a house – and then of course, I will be at my bossiest for several months, until it looks exactly as I want it. Ah yes, I am already relishing the thought – although I’m not sure if it’s the thought of having a new house or that of having free reign of bossyness for a few months that’s more appealing.

But I digress. We still don’t have a house, haven’t even been looking yet, but ah, that doesn’t stop me from making lists and plans, and mulling over the details: windows, paint colors, kitchen appliances and of course… the floors. What floor to pick? I really never liked wall-to-wall carpeting, so that’s out but there are still a lot of choices.

In Sardinia, where I’m from, people usually have tiles throughout the house, preferably light-colored. That’s because it gets pretty hot in summer there, and tiles help keep rooms cool. But since we are most likely going to live in Switzerland, where my husband is from, I will probably go with a wooden floor. A nice, rich coffee brown is what I’d like best. Although, since we are making an effort to become more eco-conscious, maybe I should opt for bamboo. Can I get bamboo flooring in Switzerland? Hmm… I wonder.

But truly, my absolute favorite kind of floor, the one I dream about… would be a self-cleaning one. Like ovens, you know? Has that been invented? If not, it should be. And when they finally invent it, no need to give me commissions, thank you: just make my house the first place where the dreamy self-cleaning flooring gets installed. Oh, and maybe a mention that I came up with it? Might be good for blog traffic.

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