Ambrosia Creative

Anyone else suffering in the south or east coast? This heat wave is brutal!

Random pics of us downtown, the kids’ mood swings, our hunt for a good Mexican joint, and my attempt at the summer turban thing. Dax immediately cracked up, said I looked funny, and that scarves are ‘for shirts only, not heads.’

For an upcoming project, I was asked to submit some winter-themed craft ideas. I felt this one was a little too crude, so it didn’t make the cut. The kids loved it nonetheless.

I purchased a styrofoam block from the floral section at the craft store, then cut it up into ‘ice cubes’ using a knife. This part was fairly messy. Then I let the kids go to town with the cubes and some toothpicks. (That part got messy too). Wish I had taken pics of Dax’s creations; he had some crazy dangerous sculptures with fifty toothpicks sticking out every which way. I threw it out after a couple of days, knowing, just knowing, that I will step on it. Accidentally stepping on Legos is bad enough. I don’t need any other painful surprises in the dark of the night.

Week two of our new life in Charlotte has been infinitely better than the first. While we’re still doing without our belongings (which is roasting in a sitting moving truck in LA), my car and its blessed AC came. With that, I’ve been a little more adventurous in getting us out and even made some new friends. Pools are our new daily park days.

With my 30th birthday impending, I thought it would totally blow (And do people say ‘totally’ here? And ‘like’ all the time? Or is that a California thing?). Our life right now sort of has the old flavor of our young-married/college-student days, what with the handwashing clothes in the sink, trips to the laundromat, and sleeping on a mattress on the ground. But I had a very sweet birthday with a delicious summery dinner and a venture out to ice cream uptown. Or downtown. Still getting the hang of the lingo here. Ryan also gifted me some towels from Anthro that are so pretty and expensive, I don’t want anyone to use them. That store is of the devil.

And this is an attempt at a belly shot, but with the boys insisting on swarming about. I like this photo because I look smaller than I feel and smaller then I look in real life. You probably don’t know this, but I get really huge and have really huge babies. Like, (see, there’s that ‘like’ again) if I were to take this picture at eight or nine months pregnant, standing in the same exact spot, my belly would be extending to that brick wall, no lie.

I haven’t vent-blogged in quite some time, so I’m going to take the time to indulge myself.

We got in safe and sound last Wednesday, fully prepared to brace the heat and make do with living out of our suitcases until our belongings/car/life arrived from CA. I was pleased to see how pretty it is here and how spacious our new home seemed to us. What we were not prepared for was zero wi-fi and gas, so that meant living off of 3G, no cooked meals, and cold, cold showers. The kids wouldn’t have anything to do with cold water, so we literally hosed them off in the backyard. Annoying, but I felt we bucked up, dealt with our hand, and called it camping. Even made a cardboard city that hopefully counteracts our current anti-Earth lifestyle of styrofoam plates and disposable utensils to a small degree.

But of course, the metaphorical second shoe had yet to drop, and drop tonight it did. Our moving company is now saying that our stuff won’t arrive until the end of the month when we were anticipating everything to arrive today or tomorrow. And as for when my car will arrive, that too is a wild card.

First-world problems these are, I know. But the strain of this move is taking its toll, and that of course is layered atop of homesickness and missing our friends.

On a brighter note, Ryan loves his new job, and we had a really nice 4th. My mom drove over to visit, and took us shopping at the cleanest Wal Mart I’ve been to in my life.

And somewhere along the way I’ve hit the five-month mark! This month is size=carrot, I think? I’ve been feeling baby girl kick and punch. That has always been a fun part of pregnancy for me.