




I guess it's obvious that my pictures lately are derived from our little walks around Campwoods. There is a lot of history still here in the old campground. Two of the common buildings have been condemned and are slated for demolition since they haven't been taken care of over the years. But the 100 year old barn from my post 2 days ago and these buildings are still intact.
Tucker is on the weird side of cat strange. He is, always has been, obsessed with the shower. He waits all morning for one of us to get in the shower since when we both work from home, which is the case a lot lately, we don't run into the shower right out of bed. We tend to wait until we get good and day 2 stinky, like say after lunch? But Tuck just sits there, waiting. And when Keely finally gets in, he actually stands in the back while Keely has her standard long pregnancy shower routine, licking his favorite spot on the tile. I haven't figured out why this particular joint in the tile is so good for licking. And for some reason he doesn't like to shower with me. Homophobic?
Keel has turned me on to a couple photo/design sites recently and inspired me to do something similar. One is a crafty mentor of Keely's, SouleMama, who is doing daily photo posts for a month. The other is a daily photo project by two friends from Portland, OR and Portland, ME who post together but live 3191 miles apart (see also port2port). After more encouragement from Shannon at the greenhouse today, I decided I would try one month. The most important reason being to simply take more photos. However, I can already predict I'll miss a day or two. And, I am a poor enough editor that I'll probably not be able to post only one photo. And so, today there are two photos from our visit yesterday to the Stone Barns greenhouse to catch up with Jack and Shannon and their boys Sedge and Ojiah. Photos will be posted in the morning on the following day.
We finally found a piece of furniture we badly needed to keep all those great baby party and christmas Oona gifts. We are only a few weeks away from her arrival (maybe only days?) and the pile of onesies and blankets was calling for a little dresser. After giving Ikea a legitimate try and then going to our local high dollar antique store, we finally made it back to our old town, Hastings-on-Hudson, to find this little 1930s oak piece. It goes nicely with the old cast iron bed.
The stain was boring and so were the simple original oak knobs. Nice, but why not jazz it up for the kid room? Keely found some fun knobs at Anthropologie (they go for a buck or two during the post holiday sale) and gave it a paint job. This is our second effort at the whole shabby sheik look. The first one was a certified disaster, probably because I was in charge. That failed project now sits in the basement as a work table.
I can't wait to package her in this kimono onesie we found in a Brooklyn shop.
Yes, the shelves did come from Ikea, but you have to cut corners somewhere. If you look closely you will see a big pile of cloth diapers on the floor. The diapers have arrived. I think that means we are officially ready.
I know Keely can't wait to get her old body back, but I like Her Bigness.

Mika joined us for Christmas day dinner, which means that technically this family extended from McPhearson to Baltzer to Nelson. You also get a sense of the size of that Oona belly here. Read, food coma.
We skipped presents for each other this year and concentrated on spending quality time. This meant lots of cooking, baking, eating, and drinking. I opened a number of bottles of wine and Keren and I headed up the various meals that ranged from a Thanksgiving day repeat, to an all indian meal to super duper desserts.
The parents did still make themselves felt with a load of wonderful gifts.
We took Teague to the American Museum of Natural History on Christmas Eve Day. Sounds like an insane idea I know. As a former employee of AMNH, I was a little concerned about the crowds, but they weren't that bad. The combination of riding the bus and subway was definitely fun for the 4 year old Teague which we all adopted, trading on and off hourly.
