home, parenthesis.

so, nearing thirty (ok, in like three years), i have to wonder if i am on the 'right' track or not. is my apartment 'adult' enough (and not in the dirty way). is there are certain level one achieves at thirty? and how is this level determined? have i missed my window of opportunity to be a fully functional adult with savings and bonds and a 401k (well i have the 401k - thanks work!)?
i suppose i have a career (weird), i am married (weird), about to have a kid (weird). hm. i have to admit, i never really equated those things with adulthood. having money maybe. and a house. ha. those material goods are far away, i think. max sometimes asks me if i regret not marrying rich. i tell him every single day of my life. kidding. really. maybe.
eh, if there is some specific level, i am probably not there. which is ok. i have everything i really need, and then some. a savings account would be nice.
as a side note, i hate paris hilton alot.

Yeah, so, like, that is totally what I wanted to do today. Apparently I have been sleeping on my neck in the completely wrong way, because I cant seem to move my head in any way.

Additionally, we finalized the plans for the baby shower invites - and let me say, these might be the fanciest invites i have ever, ever had. my friend anna, who has amazing taste, is the creator of these jems. i cant wait to send them out. modern and gorgeous, with bees (the inspiration for today's image). have i mentioned the theme of the kaiser roll is bees? have i mentioned we are going to name the kid kaiser cross sklar? yeah, there are many opinions of that. however, we were trying to think of something that relates to our families, and i was remarking on how i like max's fathers name. kaiser sklar it is. we will probably call him kai most of the time. or kaiser roll. i haven't decided.

sometimes i boil max's blood. i have this amazing knack for waking him up at the wrong time, specifically when he is late. apparently, i wake him up at the precise moment where it is too late to fix it. like, if he has a meeting at 8:30, i will usually wake him up at 8:35. i don't do this on purpose, i swear.

in a garden

so, after a rousing weekend of baroque music, i am able to return to my homebody ways.
a recent shopping trip to crate and barrel introduced me to the new line of dessert mixes by ina 'two pounds of butter' garten. i, of course, had to try the chocolate cupcakes.

oh god. i am happily bringing them to the office so i may not gain 5 more non-baby pounds.

while, i don't really feel its very responsible to blog about work, i do have to admit that there are a few characters there that i just cant wrap my head around. i like to think of myself as a pretty likable and easy-going person, but some personalities rub me the wrong way - namely super uptight, asshole personalities. seriously. there is no place for that in my life. i am far to old to tolerate the kind of person who, when i smile at them in the hallway, refuses to acknowledge my existence. additionally, people don't have to speak to others with the harshest tone possible. last i checked, it was completely unnecessary.

really though, the weekend was lovely. it felt good to see some well performed music - it made me miss it a little. and of course, amanda is a delightful house guest, though i still feel bad that my cats are unable to detect the fact that she is allergic to them. in fact, they giver her more attention than anyone! they also don't understand that amanda's lap is far smaller than the lap of max or myself. i was also able to check out Boston's new modern art museum, which is gorgeous - very minimalist. beautiful work.

but now, i am totally worn out.
ciao!

yeah.....

i don't have any excuse, really.
but i have been a very bad blogger. perhaps in an effort to document the continuation of what i am calling 'alyson as host organism', i will post more. but who wants to read a blog about a preggo?

things are moving along nicely. i hate to admit that i am proud of the fact that the unborn is growing at a perfect rate and seems to have all requirements of a perfect human form. the heart has all of its valves. there are two kidneys. what more can we ask for?

i am also grappling with the fact that is it boy child. a boy. i really, really, really thought it was going to be a girl. but i am apparently giving max a proper son to inherit the kingdom. christ. it is sooo going to be a mini-max.

in other news, life is moving at a rapid clip. work is busy for the both of us. school has ended for me, thank god, but max is beginning the semester - summer classes. i cant even deal. but he is anxious to finish, which i understand. i am still trying to keep myself under the impression that i will be taking classes in the fall.

hilarity.