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A handegg convert

Friday, January 30th, 2015

It’s Blue Friday, and Super Blue Friday at that! I used to hate handegg, but when JK started getting into it last season, I felt like I was missing out. When I finally sat down and truly pay attention to a Seahawks game (and have JK explain the rules, because man alive, so complicated!), I realized it’s actually an insanely exciting and interesting game. Way more so than real football (sorry, rest of the world).

Representing Seattle at Skinny Legs

I lucked out with the timing since the Seahawks ended up going to the Super Bowl last season, and we got to watch them win while sitting at a bar called Skinny Legs in Coral Bay, St. John. Aaah, memories. Now we’ve made it to Super Bowl again, and while we won’t be watching from quite such an exotic locale this time, at least I won’t have to sneak out to puke during the game. #morningsickness

Go Hawks!!

I may be called a bandwagoner thanks to the suspicious timing of my fandom, but at least Nora was born a 12th Man. The Hawks played their first game of the season the day Nora came home from the hospital, so she got started early, experiencing her first game while snoozing on pappa’s chest.

Nora's first 12th man photos At Qdoba, official sponsor of the third trimester and most of my postpartum dinners
U mad bro? Good luck charm

Today we went into JK’s office to take part in the Blue Friday celebration. I’ve never experienced a community getting this excited about a team before! Seattle is blue and green as far as the eye can see. Our little Baby Beastmode got Skittles, of course.

Nora's first Skittles

Nora and JK’s personalized hats were made by my mom, by the way – aren’t they amazing? Nora’s hat elicited countless “aaaaaaws” from passersby today.

Blue Friday

Anyway, Super Bowl Sunday is no longer just a day I love because all the trails are empty. Now it’s a day for sitting on the couch while yelling, cheering, (possibly screaming so loud that the baby starts crying, if the NFC Championship Game is anything to go by) and eating greasy things.

Snowshoe football

Wait, does this mean I’m becoming American?

12th Marmot

GO HAWKS!!

Phive Phavorite Photos

Saturday, November 29th, 2014

Blog posts are scarce these days, so here’s a lazy one where I just copy the text from a facebook update where I was tagged to post five photos that make me happy. I was trapped under an adorable, sleeping baby at the time, so I only went two years back in time.

Beach squishy

The best vacation ever on St. John in 2013, marinating in sunshine and happiness. We went back this year, but since I spent much of the trip puking (for excellent reasons), it didn’t quite reach 2013′s level of awesomeness.

Broots

From a trail run to Mt. Defiance in 2013. So many good outdoor adventures that summer, and I felt like I was in decent shape for the first time in ten years.

Our own little corner of the woods

Larch heaven, a day of light and hope (and of realizing yet again how lucky I am to have this guy) in an otherwise difficult autumn of fertility treatments (and look where I am one year later).

Love this bit of trail

Hiking my favorite trail while carrying that long-awaited baby bump. Nuff said.

Happiest moment ever

My favorite photo – my first look at Nora – won’t ever make it onto the interwebs, but this one will do. Nothing, *nothing* could have prepared me for the instant feeling of love (and of magical pain relief/amnesia, which makes me remember labor as “not that bad”, which I KNOW can’t be true) that came the second I laid eyes on that beautiful, wiggling little lump.

Little piggy

…and I have to cheat and add a sixth photo – actually, ALL the photos of my little nugget smiling. My totally zen newborn turned into a very fussy (which is the polite term for screamy) baby, but just one smile from this beautiful being makes it all okay. I asked a friend what happened to our Buddha babies, whose awesome mellowness we had been bragging about a couple of weeks earlier, and she told me that they’re helping turn us into Buddhas. Troof.

These days | Autumn edition

Saturday, October 25th, 2014

In lieu of an actual blog post, which would require much more brain power than I am currently able to expend, here’s an Instagram roundup!

:) Dried flowers

A tiny little someone has emerged from the newborn coma and wants to play! | JK got me a bouquet of dried flowers from the market to better suit our current floral upkeep abilities.

Bring on the pumpkin spice First postpartum run

The leaves are finally turning, bring on the pumpkin spice. | First postpartum run! It felt surprisingly good (except for my new…nursing accessories), gestational diabetes really did turn out to be a blessing in disguise since it forced me to get off the ice cream diet and eat well and exercise throughout the third trimester. We don’t own a scale, but the last time I was able to weigh myself, I was down 8 lbs from my pre-pregnancy weight…and now ice cream tastes too sweet, which I know sounds preposterous. Chocolate, on the other hand. Mmm. Anyway, yay, endorphins!

Autumn walk From the neglected garden

The Moby wrap is so much more comfortable now that it’s not hot as Hades outside anymore. And carrying this little nugget fast uphill produces endorphins too! Babywearing is also the only way I’m able to get a little bit of housework done these days. Fussy baby + tight wrap + movement + white noise from the vacuum = sleeping baby. | Our neglected garden is still producing delicious tomatoes!

Thank you farmers market I could stare at her all day

Gratuitous flower shot, just because they’re pretty. | I could stare at that little face all day. Oh wait, I already do!

Look what we found growing in the pumpkin patch! Confetti

I’ve always wanted to go to a pumpkin patch, but I kept putting it off until we’d have a little pumpkin of our own to bring along. Success! And maybe next year she’ll sort of enjoy it, too! | Nature’s confetti, autumn edition.

She's the best Chanterelling in the watershed

It’s official, she’s the best. | My parents came over from Norway to help out (aka snuggle the baby) for two weeks. I’ve been suffering from massive homesickness ever since Nora was born, so it was great to have the new grandparents here. Next summer we’ll take a long trip back home so our little Norwegian-American can get to know the old country.

Bliss

Most of my days are spent like this, with my little snuggle buddy stretched out on top of me. This photo is old and Nora takes up so much more space on my chest now (she’s already over 10 lbs!), but my wardrobe is generally the same due to a charming phenomenon known as postpartum hot flashes. Anyway, chest naps are the best. I was worried because I wasn’t getting anything done that’s socially accepted as being productive, but then I realized she’ll only be this tiny once, and I want to soak it all up while I can. Soon enough she’ll be a teenager and want nothing to do with me.

The chest naps have been even more important the last week and a half since Nora has a cold and the only thing I can really do for her – beyond giving her saline nose drops and removing unwelcome nasal inhabitants with the snot sucker – is to keep her close to me and make her feel safe.

To sum it all up – life is good. Tiring, but oh so good.

These days

Thursday, August 28th, 2014

These days, we’re taking it slow. I don’t really have much choice, given that I am now gigantic and even the act of turning over in bed requires significant effort accompanied by loud grunting, but it also seems wise to get as much rest as possible now before our lives change forever. I am currently 37.5 weeks, and I’m torn between wanting to meet this little belly-dweller now and wanting to stay pregnant as long as possible – I love pregnancy, aches and pains and all. Hopefully I’ll get another chance someday.

I rarely blog about everyday life anymore, so here are some favorite instagram moments to share.

Loving the $5 bouquets at the Farmers Market Beer belly vs baby belly

Usually we’ll be out hiking on Saturdays, but this summer we’ve spent those mornings at the Redmond Saturday Market instead, buying our weight in peaches and beets and purdy flowers. | Beer belly vs baby belly – I’m going to miss carrying this bump around.

Back on Tiger Another Powerline sunset

We were planning on going to Paradise for my 36-week hike, but every fiber of my being has been screaming at me to stay close to home lately, so we went to Tiger Mountain instead, scoping out some mushroom spots for the fall. | Still walking, walking, walking on the Powerline Trail – it’s still too hot to walk in the middle of the day, so I stick to mornings and evenings.

The neglected garden is doing surprisingly well 36 weeks

Our poor, neglected garden (crouching and bending hurts too much to do any thinning or weeding) has been doing surprisingly well, in fact this has been our best tomato year yet! Maybe I should neglect them next summer, too. | Belly naps = JK’s new favorite thing. Feeling that baby kick will never get old.

Bean curry with dessert from the garden Happy little moments

The perfect gestabetes meal – bean curry with garlicky mushrooms and kale plus a handful of garden strawberries for dessert. Gestational diabetes really hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be (although I really look forward to grabbing a piece of fruit without having to pair it with protein), the fact that I’m used to cooking almost all our meals at home means it’s so easy to control what goes into my body. That said, I’ve eaten a taco salad from Qdoba for dinner every single night this week, because nom. | Reading Ina May Gaskin and willing autumn to arrive early with a fall bouquet from the market.

Waiting for babby Wellie + belly

The boys in the nursery, ready for the arrival of their little sister…or just confused about what’s going on. | Wellie bonding with the belly.

Pumpkin loaves Guinea bear

Prepping freezer meals for the postpartum period, like these pumpkin loaves. I think I’ll probably stick pretty close to the gestabetic diet even after I’m not diabetic anymore, but I’ve heard that pumpkin loaves and peanut butter cups are essential foods when it comes to nursing, yes? | Dad-in-training, being all sorts of adorable. Also: yoga ball in the background – bouncing on that thing feels really good for my SPD, I wish I had started doing it months ago!

Gestational diabetes multitasking Summer!

It’s been a great year for blackberries on the Powerline Trail, even the dogs have become pros at picking their own berries from the lower branches! | It’s still summer on the trail, but I really am ready for autumn. Bring on the pumpkin spice, orange leaves, and cooler temperatures…not to mention our little one.

Wildflowers of the Pacific Northwest

Wednesday, May 7th, 2014

In honor of National Wildflower Week (yes, apparently that’s a thing), I hereby present a short guide to my favorite wildflowers. I am as far from an expert that you could possibly get and don’t even own a book on flora, so I’ve learned the names of these from my hiking partners. In other words – if any of these are wrong, blame my friends.

First up, lilies. I love lilies. My absolute favorite flower is the Tiger Lily (left), and I have yet to see one without emitting a high-pitched squeal of joy. These just say SUMMER to me. I’ve only seen the Chocolate Lily (right) once, but look! So cool! So elegant! So named after my favorite food group!

...and even more.

The Glacier Lily starts popping up in late spring/early summer depending on the elevation (we saw a bunch of them last week on Sauer’s Mountain) and make quite the impressive display in an alpine setting.

Kyes and Columbia?

Even prettier, the Avalanche Lily! I’ve seen huge fields of these in Spray Park and Summerland on Mount Rainier.

We're pretty

Columbine (left) signals the beginning of summer to me. I usually see these popping up on Poo Poo Point in June, then giddily follow their development as the snow melts in the higher climes. Calypso Orchids (right) can be deceptively hard to spot and a pain in the ass to photograph, but man alive, so pretty. I usually find these east of the crest, but have been surprised by them once or twice on exotic Tiger Mountain.

More columbine Calypso Orchids

Aah, Beargrass. If you ever decide to hike Bandera Mountain (or any other open-sloped trails along I90), do it in late June when it turns into a veritable wonderland of these purdy stalks.

Beargrass

I have a special affinity for Paintbrush since one of our very first hikes (to good old Noble Knob); I remember the trail being lined with beautiful shades of red, and it was one of the moments that made me fall in love with these mountains.

Indian Paintbrush Magenta Paintbrush

Winner of the best smell category: Lupine. I’ll never forget the scent of sun-warmed lupine on the Wonderland Trail. It was like walking through a cloud of perfume, except it was light and airy and not gross (I really hate perfume).

Professor Lupin

Shooting Stars will always remind me of the Teanaway, which automatically puts them on the favorites list. They’re quite easy on the peepers, too.

Shooting stars

A lot of these flowers excite me so much because they symbolize the changing of the seasons, and Trillium is the official herald of spring. When these start popping up in the Issaquah Alps, I know lighter, greener days are coming.

My first trillium of 2012

Another spring favorite – Balsamroot! These flourish east of the crest, and warrant at least one drive across the mountains every April or May for a petal pilgrimage.

Balsamroot

Last but not least, my second favorite flower – actually, as far as I can understand, this is when the Western Pasqueflower has gone past the flower stage; these are the seed heads! Also known as Western Anemone, I usually call them fuzzbuckets or hippie heads, especially when there’s a whole flock of them gathered like a miniature Woodstock Festival.

Western Anemone

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