happy new year everyone!!!

make a vow to come visit us in hood river in 2010. we have plenty of room and lots of home decorating magazines for you to read. and i can probably get my neighbor jess to lend me her us weekly's.

just sayin'.

three years ago today...

it sounds trite but hard to believe it's been three years and so much has happened. a big move, a baby, my hair has grown out again and my pores are still large.

hard to believe this all started 9 years ago on the lower east side.

hard to believe danny once wore a tie to work.

hard to believe i once had three jobs. at the same time.

hard to believe he proposed before we even kissed.

i've got my love to keep me warm.

so much love.

the trip from hell

getting out of hood river was easy but getting to chambersburg, pa for the holidays was like out of a john hughes movie minus the eighties soundtrack and musical montages. p.s. there's NOTHING better in my book than a musical montage preferably one resulting in an nerdy girl (who is really pretty to begin with) turning into a prom queen of sorts. and you know they always have to cast the pretty girl as the underdog because no one wants to see a truly unattractive person go through all that only to reappear only slightly LESS unattractive. i'd much rather see angelina jolie with dry hair and rockports than that unfortunate looking girl from flight of the conchords who, let's face it, with a chin like that has very little chance of improvement.

so dane and i travel alone because danny has to work and will be joining us a few days later. we have something like 82 layovers in various regions of the u.s. and i decide to NOT bring the stroller so that i can make these various connections more efficiently by not having to wait for the stroller at the gate each time. smart mommy i am.

we make it to denver and are bumped from our plane along with 80 other passengers (for reals!) because they had to downsize the plane. dane and i wait in a line for 4 HOURS trying to get re-routed only to find out that the next flight would be the next afternoon. 4 HOURS with nothing but the baby bjorn. LUCKILY my sister-in-law's folks live just outside of denver and joyce very graciously came and fetched us as fast as she could. so i got to stay overnight in a gorgeous home which was MAJORLY decorated for christmas and even had a steak dinner to boot. DElightful. what wasn't so delightful was the fact that dane was getting sick and so was i. i went to bed at 8:45. dane and i were sharing a big bed and he for the life of him would not could not sleep. i kept looking at the clock each time saying, "ok, it's 10:oo now. for SURE he will fall asleep now." and then, "ok, it's 11:00. for SURE he'll sleep now, right??" he would slam his head down on my chest and snuggle and semi-fall asleep and i would eeeeever so gingerly try to move him off of me and BAM! awake. this lasted till almost 2 in the morning. joyce had to come and poke me awake for like 35 minutes, i was so exhausted.

so we get to the denver airport and i had been bumped up to first class for all the trouble, which sounds wonderful but even if you're in first class and your child is screaming because you've been SITTING ON THE RUNWAY FOR 2 HOURS DUE TO A BRAKE PROBLEM it's not like you can tap him on the shoulder and say, "dane! look! it's okay! you can stop crying! there's FREE CHAMPAGNE for mommy! only she can't drink it or DO ANYTHING for that matter because you are doing your angry fish impression." i'm pretty sure one year olds are thoroughly unimpressed by ANYTHING first class can offer.

but i will say that 2 hours later when the plane finally took off, dane fell asleep on my lap much to the relief of my fellow rich travelers. there were a few warm smiles of compassion but mostly there was lots and lots of no eye contact. DON'T LOOK THE MOTHER IN THE EYE. DON'T LET HER THINK THAT FIRST CLASS IS FOR CHILDREN. FIRST CLASS IS FOR IMPORTANT PEOPLE SUCH AS OBESE ACCOUNTANTS AND GAYS.

we finally made it to the baltimore airport where i was greeted by my wonderful dad who for the record was dressed in a black velvet sport coat and an ascot and jeans. what a dude. all dressed up for his girl.

we arrived in c-burg to my folks house totally decked out in cool modern christmas from top floor to bottom floor. the visit was short but VERY sweet full of food, wine and lots and lots of love. on christmas day, we drove to new york to visit danny's family where it was all wonderfully noisy chaos with three kids running around jacked up on holiday spirit. i swear i barely had to parent dane what with all the toys around. we even had a christmas goose and i had to stifle the urge to speak in a cockney accent the whole day. i didn't even say, "GOD BLESS US EVERYONE".

on the way back to portland, danny and i TOTALLY lucked out with a row to ourselves and tvs in every seat. it was awesome. dane cried alot at the beginning but then he slept and then he woke up really happy and cute.

it was wonderful but i was so happy to get back to our cozy home. so happy in fact that i just made a duncan hines yellow sheet cake with chocolate frosting and i'm gonna eat the whole thing. actually, i'll pretend to just nibble on it all day long by slicing reeeeally thin slices until, well, whattaya know?? the whole thing is GONE.

parents of the year 2008-2009

go danger! go danger! it's your birthday! chug chug chug chug!

happy birthday baby boy!!

it is about 10:30 in the pm and i went to bed a little bit ago and decided i really wanted to try to post something to the ol' blogosphere. as i was lying in bed not sleeping i realized that i NEVER go to bed without danny or he without me. it's never "hey, i'm gonna stay up and watch this show" or "i'll be right there, i'm just about to finish my book on the couch." i really appreciate the fact that we go to bed together every night. it's nice and cozy and i like it.

aaaaaanyway,

so dane turned ONE on saturday december 19th. amazing what a year can bring. i know it's trite and cliche and everything i want to say about it sounds unremarkable, but damn, i was really excited to celebrate that day. i used to swear i would never have a party for a one year old. i always thought it was self indulgent and a greedy way to get people to buy things for your kid. as the day approached, i realized that i really wanted to make it special because it IS so special and once in a lifetime and yes, it's self indulgent but in a good way. you get to celebrate the day that changed your life forever. so we had a little party with cupcakes and pizza and some good friends and their kids and lots and lots of presents. the best was in the morning danny ran to the store to get a few things and i reminded him to get a balloon for dane. he came back with the house from "up". it was very sweet and made me a wee bit teary.

the party was really cute and fun and i'm sure dane didn't appreciate all the hard work his mommy and daddy and his auntie stephanie did (she made the beautiful and delicious cupcakes above!) but we have the pictures to prove it so he can thank us later.

danny and i decided a few weeks earlier that we would have a christmas party that same night except that it would be a winter solstice party and everyone would dress in summer clothing and we'd drink fruity drinks and eat guacamole and there'd be plenty of self tanner lying about if one was so inclined (turns out, more than one were so inclined). i was surprised since it was like negative 2 outside but people came dressed in their summer finery.

at about midnight my neighbor jess came bursting into the party yelling all out of breath for me to go with her and her friend to jacks. i had been waiting for her to come to our party all night and wondered where she had been instead of this party that she was so looking forward to. i believe the actual words which came out of her mouth as she tried to catch her breath were:

MOLLY. KARAOKE. WHITNEY HOUSTON. I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY. JACKS. AMAZING. I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY.

it was like trying to get lassie to tell you that timmy fell down the well.

for those who don't know, jacks IS amazing. it's a gross dive bar/chinese food place that has a dance floor and karaoke and a whole lot of CHARACTER. it is also the place where one of the single greatest things happened to me. i was karaoking there for the first time and let me tell you that it was legendary if i do say so myself. it involved a lot of lionel richie, bon jovi and kick-ball-changes. i'm telling you by the end of that night the crowd had swelled from 3 to at LEAST 14. it was so amazing, in fact that the next time i went there, the mrs. karaoke lady said as i walked in:

"MOLLY!!! i was just about to close but we'll stay open for you! sing as many as you want sweetheart!!"

now i know how bono feels.

so when jess burst into the party dangling the jacks carrot at me like that i got all upset because i CAN'T LEAVE MY OWN PARTY JESS! about five minutes after i yelled that at her, danny quietly said, "you know, if you wanna go to jacks, you should go." i pretended to waiver then i LEFT MY OWN PARTY. when we got there, however, the karaoke was over but the dance party was in full swing and we had an awesome time.

more to come, i swear

so the family just got back from a whirlwind trip to visit our families. i will carve out some time when the man and boy are asleep to update you all on our last few weeks!

happy new year!!!

it's the most wonderful time of the year...

they'll be parties for hosting

marshmallows for roasting

and caroling out in the snow

(oh, that sounds nice. i like marshmallows. and who doesn't love caroling. in the snow, no less!)

they'll be scary ghost stories

(wait. what?)

and tales of the glories

(WAIT. go back, go back.)

of christmases long long ago

(no, no, no. can we get back to the thing you just sang about? no, not the parties part. the other thing. about the ghosts. yeah, because my childhood is filled with memories of us all sitting round the fire on christmas eve, sipping hot cocoa and trying to guess what santa will bring us and NOT getting the charles dickens scared out of us so we'd spill our hot cocoa everywhere possibly injuring one another, possibly outing an eye, even.)