But I’m taking the time instead to tell y’all all about the past few days in the Hoops household. YOU’RE WELCOME.
The funnest (shaddup) thing was on Friday night: I’d seen signs stuck on various lawns and curbs advertising a Greek festival, and there is literally nothing in the world I love more than eating baklava and watching children dance in ethnic garb, so that evening we loaded up and swung by the courthouse and retrieved Jeff. I plied him with gyros and spanikopita, yes I did.
We used to go to one in Kansas City every year when I was little, and I always loved it. Jeff had never been before, so I was excited to share the experience with him too
This one was PACKED. Definitely not a secret among Akronites.
We waited in line to sit out in the tent, and Jeff got his gyro and I got my spanikopita (NOM) and we split an order of calimari (meh).
And then there was dancing! Wee little kiddies dancing in traditional clothing! My favorite!
See the tiny girl at the end of the chain? She was so cute I could hardly stand it.
But then something miraculous happened:
That unassuming triangular pastry, my friends, is the most delicious baklava to have ever existed. EVER. Something about it…the honey? The nuts that were finely ground but not paste-like? The tiny hint of clove? PERFECTION. And I should know, I’ve eaten my fair share of baklava.
It has set me on a mission: I must replicate this baklava!
BTW, here’s how you know that Jeff has become of secondary import in my life:
Sorry, Love. But the baby was being cute!
After the dancing and baklava eating and such, we browsed inside at the silent auction and tag sale, and then I found a little cardboard art print of a girl babywearing ($1!) so that came home with me.
It was an awesome time. OPA!
On Saturday we just ran some errands. It was rainy so Simon and I wandered around the mall for a bit while Jeff got his hair cut (I found Simon the cutest little footy pajamas on clearance at The Children’s Place – they have castles and baby dragons!). Nothing too exciting. Then on Sunday Jeff and I went on (duh duh DUNNNNNNNNNNN!)…
All by ourselves! Like two grownups! For the first time since about MAY 2012. That, in case you’re curious, is about 16 dateless months. Think on that.
Lucy and her daughter Sarah came over to watch Simes and Roxie (mostly Roxie), and we went to see The World’s End – the new Simon Pegg movie, the final part of the Cornetto trilogy. The movie was OK (not as good as Hot Fuzz or Shaun of the Dead), but it was SO NICE to have a grownup conversation with Jeff, eat popcorn and Red Vines, and just not be “Mama” for a couple hours.
When we got home, Simon told us in great detail about all the fun he had with his babysitters: they gave him cheese! And played with blocks and the pushwalker and wagon! He definitely had a good time, and I think Jeff and I will be able to leave him and go on another date before a further 16 months have passed
This week so far has been pretty uneventful: now that we’re mostly unpacked (everything but the office) we’ve really been ale to settle into a routine. I need to take pretty pictures of the house to share with you, but I’m sort of procrastinating because I’d like to paint the front porch and buy some furniture for the office first. And I desperately NEED to get the big ol’ baby gate partition thing installed around the staircase and TV. Simon has gotten too dang fast at scrambling up and down those stairs.
Yesterday afternoon I decided that we needed some sort of cute seasonal decoration for the front door, so Simon and I headed out to Michaels and JoAnn. I got a couple autumn leaf garlands and some cinnamon pinecones for the mantle. Nothing called to me for the front door, though: it was all either insipid, tacky, expensive, or some combination thereof. Then while I was browsing the pre-made wreaths in JoAnn (and giving Simon a detailed explanation of why each one was lacking in some vital way) I saw this picture on a display:
Cute, right? Simple and classy and not all froofy. No droopy-eyed scarecrows or inexplicably glittery apples.
I wasn’t madly in love with the color scheme though, or the way the raffia was obviously wrapped around an angled foam wreath form – it reads a little “beach wedding in 2006″ to me. So I got a round straw form and some raffia in more autumnal colors, and a a super helpful associate told me how to replicate it.
Suffice it to say that my little project didn’t go as smoothly as I’d planned (do they ever?). Dinner plans went out the window as I wrestled the glue gun, and Simon spent a good chunk of the late afternoon in his high chair munching on cinnamon apple sticks and watching me curse under my breath.
THREE FUCKING HOURS LATER, covered in innumerable hot glue burns and ankle deep in raffia scraps, I had this:
And there it is, on our front door. I sort of love it. I’m glad it turned out well, but I need to remember that this kind of “product” crafting is no fun for anybody, and I should have just bought a damn wreath. But hey, it was only $20 (including glue sticks), so not a bad way to kill an evening. If anybody’s madly in love with it I can share some tricks for making your own, but I’ll spare the tutorial if no one cares
Do me a favor? Next time you even SUSPECT that I might be contemplating a fun fall craft, just shoot me OK? My family will thank you.
I love ending posts with Simon pics, so here you go. Playing with his kitty:
(box-filled office in the background, of course).
Macbeth is SO happy in this new house! He has resumed all former scampering activities, including “crazy cat hour” (something he hasn’t done since Othello died). He’s even started playing with his toys and hopping around like a madcat on the furniture. His appetite has picked up, too. I didn’t realize how unhappy he was in that tiny LA apartment, until we noticed the marked difference here :(.
It’s kind of ridiculous how much I love him. That dimple!