Butterfly in the sky, I can go twice as high.

My shelter porn obsession started last year when Guav and I purchased our first home. I just couldn't get enough of all the blogs and magazines that I'd read for countless hours. Next week, it will be a year since we closed on our place, and I can proudly say we've gotten a pretty good amount of renovations and decorating done.

Something I've discovered through my blog and periodical perusings is that one of my favorite things to have in a home is a reading nook. At first, I didn't really think we'd have the space for it, but one day of furniture shuffling in our living room and dining area proved me wrong.


The vinyl records are selected favorites from our collection. I love the Old 97's. I haven't been able to find my favorite record of theirs on vinyl, but this one will do. The cover is pretty dope, I must say.

A few of them are Brixton's. Our baby shower invitation included little book plates that encouraged our guests to help build his library of books & records.

Our kid is going to listen to some really good music.




His Uncle Beggs gave him an unopened Dead Kennedys record that includes the infamous H.R. Geiger poster.

This is really only a fraction of his library so far. He got a ridiculous amount of books that he'll enjoy for many years as he grows to be an imaginative and well read boy. Well, we can only hope.

Lesson of the day: Skittles are an excellent vegan source of Vitamin C.

I definitely thought that eating during pregnancy would be more fun than it has been. I think I'm a pretty adventurous eater even while staying within the confines of a pescatarian diet. Guav seems always amused with my sweet & salty snack pairings (peanuts in my orange soda), my sweet & sweet pairings (rocky road icecream & cocoa pebbles) and my filipino pairings (sour mangos with sauteed shrimp paste). Before I got pregnant, I always envisioned pregnancy inspiring me to come up with the greatest snack ideas that I would continue to eat even afterwards. Unfortunately, that hasn't been the case.

As soon as I found out I was pregnant back in December, I became totally obsessed with eating healthy. I started reading all these books, one in particular being Skinny Bitch, Bun in the Oven. It terrified me into a vegan diet for the first six months and had me sharing with everyone my new found knowledge of dairy puss and how casein promotes all three stages of cancer. I'd say the first three months of this vegan diet was a success. I ate three or more nutritious meals a day, totally cut out processed sugars and ate all organic whenever possible (our grocery bill was not awesome). Then I don't know what happened, but I started becoming completely uninterested in food and started skipping meals. It would be 6pm and Guav would ask me what I had eaten and all I could tell him was the bagel we had for breakfast. We tried this for another two months before Guav reminded me that the reason I went vegan in the first place was because I wanted to provide the best possible diet for our growing baby, and my diet was definitely not accommodating his needs. I realized he was right and started eating dairy and seafood again. This helped my appetite a bit, although it definitely hasn't been what it was pre-pregnancy.

So now it's 1:50 and the freezer fish sticks I tried to have for lunch are terribly unsatisfactory.

I think I'll make a salad, and then indulge in a snack I have found pleases me a good deal.

I like it too well to forget it.

There are too many things that have happened in the last six years that I wish I could recall in better detail than my memory allows me, and the reason I can't is my own fault. I used to write more. About everything. And even though I love so much that I can look back to things that happened before I moved to New York and remember just how I felt when they happened, I'm really quite disappointed that I allowed all the forks and turning points in my more recent years to fade away behind them.

So I've decided to start writing again, and there are a couple of reasons why. One is because I miss it. I miss translating all my jumbled thoughts into words that make sense outside of my head. I miss over-thinking and backspacing, and I miss the satisfaction of finding the perfect word. The other reason, the more important one, is that quite soon I'm expecting to be the mother of a baby boy named Brixton. I'm a little over eight months pregnant and have found that I'm really quite different from who I was just eight months ago. The food I eat, the things that annoy me, the people I confide in and what I care about most have all changed in the matter of months. I have never been more excited and anxious about anything in my entire life, and I can't wait to remember that six years from now.