Archive for January, 2007
Today, I celebrate the one year Blogiversary of Run, Lucy, Run. It’s hard to believe that I have managed to hang on to this blog this long despite the many changes in my life this year. I realize that with my birthin’ a baby and all, this has become less of a running blog and more of a life/baby blog but since I was never such an impressive runner to begin with, I figure not too many folks are reading this for my training tips and stats.
I wish I could post more often but honestly, I enjoy reading all of your blogs so much that I often find myself sucked into the Bloglines vortex for hours on end and by the time I come up for air, it’s time to go to bed. Particularly these days, when I have a baby monkey hanging from my neck for the better part of the day, it’s hard to find the time or material for the ol’ blog. Unless of course, you want me to detail all the banal details of life with the aforementioned baby monkey and his many diaper changes. Hm? Maybe not.
So, in lieu of any New Year’s resolutions (aside from that one about not eating EVERYTHING in front of my face) here are my resolutions for the Blogging New Year:
- More posts (perhaps I can bump it up to twice a week-MY GOD!)
- More baby pictures (because he is cute)
- More pictures of animals in costume (because it’s fun to torture them)
- More slow running
- More whining and complaining
And please let me know if you have any requests. I’m nothing if not an entertainer.
January 20th, 2007
We’re only a couple of weeks into the new year and already my life seems completely different. Why? One word: work.
But before I delve into all that, I must finally get to my New Year’s recap. For the last seven years, Brian and I have met up with the same group of very good friends for New Year’s in a variety of locations. It is now a full-fledged tradition and this year’s festivities were held at Dave and Courtney’s new house in San Antonio. They have a swinging pad, complete with a very well stocked wetbar so a good time was had by all. Ashok took his first plane trip and despite all my crazy fears and nightmare scenarios, he did great.
It was fun to get to introduce Ashok to our friends, and let him witness the antics that often ensue druing these reunions. Now, we’re back to reality.
I went back to work this week and it has been a real mixed bag so far. I am back playing with my orchestra which has been a nice way to re-enter the workplace. We are doing a great program this week of Debussy and Brahms and I am getting to play in our brand spankin’ new hall for the very first time. It’s also been really good to see everyone, catch up and show off baby pictures. This weekend, during rehearsals, Brian watched Ashok and life seemed good. Then, the night rehearsals started. Last night, I got home at 11:30, crawled into bed just before midnight and had just managed to fall asleep when Ashok woke up at 12:40. Nice. Luckily, after one more feeding at 4 am, he slept until 7:00 so I feel somewhat human. I have four more nights of this coming up and I think I am going to be a train wreck by the end of the week. Brian’s not much better off-apparently there was quite an epic struggle to get Ashok to bed last night.
The other big flip-flop in my reality that occured this week was that Ashok started going to daycare half days, a couple times a week. Yes, his daycare is a lovely, small family run place with only a small number of kids and yes, they are wonderful people who adore him, but……wah. waaaah. It feels crappy. I set this whole thing up mostly so I can have some time to practice-something I absolutely have to do and can’t manage to get done when he is here. It makes perfect sense, actually. I don’t get any work done when he’s home due to all the cuteness, and he’s going to have to go to daycare once I start to get daytime work anyway, so he shoudl just go a littl enow and get used to it so… yeah…sure…..right. It all makes sense…. wait, why did I do this again?
Dear God, the cuteness! Look away, people!
So, it’s weird. Right now, I ‘m sitting at home with the dog and cat and it could almost be a snapshot of our pre-baby life were it not for all the Fisher-Price Baby Einstein plastic-ness strewn about the house. I’m waiting for the daycare lady to call and tell me Ashok’s woken up from his nap and I can come and get him. I guess I should consider myself lucky that he will very rarely, if ever, spend a full 5 days a week there because my work schedule is practically never 9 to 5. But it still sucks. Spending the last three months at home with our baby boy has been wonderful. I guess the non-stop partying had to end sometime.
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January 10th, 2007
Before I get to my inevitable New Year’s recap post, I have something else to tend to. We lost a beloved member of our animal family over the holidays, our cat Chewie. Chewie was only six and a half, he went far too soon and he will be sorely missed.
I was never allowed to have pets growing up, so when Brian and I picked 8 week old Chewie out at an LA shelter he became my first real pet.
He quickly became the center of our universe. He was a crazy kitten with a fondness for chasing your ankles. Brian trained him to play fetch with a little ball and he would jump about 5 feet straight up in the air to chase a feather toy. During his first year, I was still living in Florida so Brian would send me pictures to tide me over. They often became quite creative:
Eventually, I came out to California and we all set up house together. He was still a rambunctious kitten-Brian loves to tell the story of the day I called him at work crying because Chewie had finally worn me out, chasing me around the house all day. Soon, we got our second cat, Miss Cleo. Our thought was that she could be a playmate for him, but he mostly chased her around the house, picking fights. Once Lucy came along, she became his next victim. They had a funny relationship-Chewie would get her to chase him, jump up on the couch and slap her in the face as she came by. The dog never fought back, she knew he was the alpha male of the house.
I regret that I never got a picture of Chewie with Ashok and that my son won’t get to grow up with my first pet. But there were lots of sweet moments, often when I was nursing the baby, that Chewie would come up and rub up against him over and over. I like to think that he loved Ashok too.
I could go on and on, but the bottom line is he was a great cat, furry friend and our first-born. We will miss him.
January 3rd, 2007
