Shop till you drop….or don’t. It’s cool. We can still be friends.

Oh, this old thing?

I got a few emails asking about the small poster I created for Colin’s room- “Love Makes the World Go ‘Round”.  It now hangs with pride next to the door to his room, so we get to see it every morning when we wake up and start our day.  The message is simple yet positive and still makes me smile. Of course, I like how it ties into the theme of his room, and how universal it is at the same time. It works for a boy’s room or a girl’s room. Or a despot’s room. Whatever.

If you like it, you are in luck! I am going out on a limb and offering this poster up for sale in my new “Shop”, or as I will refer to it in my own head, “The Shoppe” because it’s silly and I love Old(e) English. Who doesn’t?

I am adding a new poster later this week as well, so check it out!  You can see the shop in the menu up top for details on the poster itself and how to contact me to order if you are so inclined.  Thanks for all your kind words and support!  It really makes this blogging thing fun!

Encyclopedia of Meeeeeee! [Volume A]

I was over at one of my favorite blogs, Shannanigans, and she does a fun little post every now and then titled “Encyclopedia of Moi!” which I enjoy reading.  It also allows me to practice my ABC’s which is needed these days as someone suggested  I am supposed to be teaching the little dude things like that. Also, if you know me, you know I just love to talk about myself, so this is pretty much perfect. So may I present to you the inaugural edition of “Encyclopedia of Meeeee!- Volume A”:

Afternoon Naps!

Zzzzzz…..

 

The despot goes down daily for two naps, sometimes three. For his afternoon nap, he does not go quietly.  So I usually take him into our bed to lull him to sleep. So why do I always drift off first? Darned cuddly baby. But I do love those afternoon naps.  Very much needed.

 

Appetizers!

Nom, nom, nom.

 

I love me some appetizers. In fact, I am strong believer in appetizers and desserts constituting a well balanced meal. I know I am supposed to change my tune since I am a parent and all that, but beliefs are beliefs people.  I can’t change who I am just because I gave birth.  The apps featured above happen to be my new favorite- and they start with an A- so fitting!  Avocado club egg rolls from California Pizza Kitchen. Don’t judge. It’s family friendly. Also, don’t look up the nutritional information. Just do yourself the favor and don’t. Just snarf them down and enjoy.

 

Apple Cake!

Nom, nom, nom. And...I'm full.

 

I couldn’t possibly write a post and not include a product from Ikea, am I right?  Yes, that above is the deeeee-licious Apple Cake featured at Ikea cafes all over the country. It’s a little something I treat myself to when I visit my mecca. And I will go ahead and confess: Last time I was there, I bought the take home version from the Ikea Food section. In all fairness,  I also love the chocolate cake, but this is an “A” post, so I will save it for the “C” volume.

 

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn


I received this book as a gift from my godmother when I was about ten years old. It’s a classic. I can attribute my passion and interest in turn of the century New York to this book, and the reason I love other novels by Caleb Carr like “The Alienist” (another A!), and”Elizabeth Street” by Laurie Fabiano. If you are into historical fiction, you should read it.


 

 

I may need to re-think this….

Apparently, not easy enough.

If you have read my little section called “About Me!” you will note I wish to assemble a close group of friends including but not limited to my fave cooking queen out there: Ina Garten.  So this article is surprising and makes me sad. I may need to rethink her position in my ultra exclusive group of friends.  I can be picky like that, you know.

Also, she should fire her spokesperson. Not a great spin, lady. Try harder next time, kay?

Mmmm, cupcakes.

Best part about attending a little dude birthday party? Cupcakes!!! Oh, and there was a bouncy house, too, which was awesome. But fear not, I did not throw any elbows to get myself in ahead of any toddlers- it was a kiddo sized bouncy house so I just inhaled ate delicious cupcakes instead. They were goooood. They were from here.

I didn’t take pics, but I’ll give you a little tour of the goods I ingested, so just in case you live in the city, or are traveling there, you can stop in and try them for yourself.

Full disclosure: I usually prefer my Duncan Hines moist and fluffy cupcakes to these designer cupcake shop versions. But in this case, I really enjoyed them a lot.

Take a look at their offerings yourself. Now I won’t lie- some of these I didn’t touch because I couldn’t sort out what they were, and I am not culinarily adventurous. And I can’t waste calories on a bad cupcake.  Life’s too short to eat yucky cupcakes.

First up, I stuck with a tried and true classic: American Vanilla. You could see vanilla bean in the frosting. It was delicious and not too sweet, which I generally find in these haute couture cupcakes. The cake itself was pretty dense as far as I am concerned, but no matter, the icing did it for me.

I also had an American chocolate after I traded a salted caramel chocolate frosted beauty with my brother.   After all, it was his son’s birthday. And he did pay for the cupcakes. But I did try the salted caramel (vanilla shown above, but I had chocolate) and it was amazing.

Kase had a raspberry frosted cupcake.  I don’t consider him much of a connosieur but he ate it and enjoyed it. ;)

Had I seen a Key Lime, I would have been on that like white on rice, but sadly, all that was left was some concoction that featured marshmallows on top- my (wrong) guess was Smores, turns out it was peanut butter?- and then a couple topped with popcorn, which I do not see on offer above.  Should have tried it though, but I was already feeling like a cupcake table stalker already. I may have scared away a few children.

Other than the cupcakes (which were goooood, did I mention that?), we had a really great time visiting with friends and family. The despot had a great time seeing his younger (by a month!) cousin and clawing his eyes out. My kiddo really knows how to treat friends and family.  He either thinks you are a giant teething biscuit or a scratching post.  He has no use for you otherwise, really. Such a sweetheart. I’m raising him well.

The traveling Despot

Well folks, we are headed to New York City this weekend to celebrate my adorable nephew Ben’s 2nd birthday.  Yup, we are gonna pack up the car Griswald style and put the pedal to the metal.  The whole family is going, including these two tiny travelers:

Oh, that’s an oldie, but a goodie, ain’t it?  That there is Fenway Steinbrenner.  And his bestie, Colin, or as you may know him, the Despot. It should be way fun traveling with those two for four hours.  Can.Not.Wait.  (to fill my prescription of Valium.  I kid)

Now, anyone with a kiddo knows this already, but I can’t seem to wrap my noggin around the sheer amount of “crap” these two come with.  I’ll put it this way: Kase and I went to Paris for a week and between the two of us, we checked nothing. Not a thing.  We packed two red carry-ons and off we went.  Our motto is, if you pack it, you carry it.  So I tend to pack light.  (This is not to say my husband is not totally chivalrous- I pack light for him. He tends to carry my stuff a lot. He just draws the line at my purse.)

But dangit, these two can’t carry anything.  And they require a lot of stuff. The despot for one requires basically a portable bedroom complete with wardrobe and diaper station. So pardon the lack of post today, as I am packing up half of our worldly belongings and trying to sort out how to cram it all in the backseat of the car (Fenway Steinbrenner gets the back of the trunk of our SUV now so he doesn’t slobber all over the despot. He tends to get car-sick).

How do you manage it? Do you make lists? I like to start packing a day or two before, and just watch in awe as the piles of luggage grow like mold.  It is really something to behold.

Where the despot sleeps….

Here’s the reveal- though I am not totally pleased with my photo shoots, I can’t hold out any longer.  I’ll have to take another crack at it when the spring really comes.  I am not holding my breath, though.

When we decided to move the despot into his own room (from the closet), we had to incorporate a big old piece of art- especially since we had just hung it and I was already losing sleep over the numerous nail holes left behind in the closet. We worked with what we had, and I think it turned out really well.  It’s less, “I brought home this brand new baby- isn’t he precious?” and more “Wow, this baby is starting to resemble a kid. He needs some cool stuff to look at.”  Luckily for him, we had some cool stuff, so I worked off of that theme.

Remember this?

Is that a big map in your office, or......

I knew I had to work in THE MAP as I lovingly refer to it.  Truth be told, I wasn’t thrilled it had made the long journey to Boston with us in the first place. I much preferred this guy in our old place:

But since he pretty much got our place sold single handedly, well, it still hurts to talk about.

So back to THE MAP.  I never even considered it nursery worthy, but once I started moving things around in there, that bad boy started to get me pretty psyched. Also, I never realized just how “westerly” Moscow was. Already THE MAP was paying dividends. Obvi, it had to stay.

So here it what I came up with.  Sorry the photos aren’t that great. One of these days I will learn how to use the expensive camera we own, but that manual reminds me of overpriced college text books and I get all rebellious when I look at it and think, “I don’t HAVE to read you if I don’t want to. There won’t be a quiz!” (except the quiz is like every time I use the darn thing. stupid camera)

May I present to you- Where the Despot Sleeps (Part Deux):

I’ll give you a little rundown of the room, if you like (also listed under the Sources page if you are interested in links):

We kept the map we already owned from Ikea.  I was there recently, and it’s a “NEW LOWER PRICE!” item, so you can snatch one up if you like for a cool $149.  Considering it takes up an entire wall, it’s the lazy girl’s answer to wall art.  In this scenario, I am the lazy girl.

The map over the reading chair is actually a piece of wrapping paper you can find at stationery stores like Papyrus.  It cost me $5.  I’m a big spender like that.  I framed it in a frame I already owned, but was probably from….wait for it…..Ikea.

We used the existing Ribba Picture Ledges from Ikea to display Colin’s Sharon Montrose photographs, and I picked up a box of vintage map postcards at Papyrus for $12.  There were 18 postcards in the box so not a bad deal at all if you ask me. I framed them in small frames I bought at Target, which ranged from $2.99 to $5.99.

The lamps are actually one of my favorite parts of the room.  I stopped in Bed, Bath and Overpriced and Beyond looking for a light fixture that was short enough to sit on the bookshelves and yet not cause a fire hazard to the ledges above.  This is harder than one might think. But I saw these lamps and they were in twin package for $20.  Done and done.  But when I got them home, imagine my confusion when I couldn’t find a light switch. So Kase suggested, maybe they are touch sensory lights. My response, “they were 20 dollars. I doubt that.” But like so many other times, he was right.  And the even better part?  They have three settings!  Including, wait for it, NIGHTLIGHT!  Adorable.  I love those lamps. So does the despot. We have fun making them go on and off by just touching their base. I call them the magic lamps.

The curtains are from Ikea as well, and have shades of slate blue, black and beige, which tie in nicely to the other colors in the room, especially the maps and Colin’s crib.

While I was there, I couldn’t help but pick up the “C” hook that you see above holding Colin’s Easter finery and other assorted hoodlum attire (Red Sox hat).

And then you have of course, my little piece of art- I made a small print for Colin that reads “Love makes the world go ’round” to tie it all together. I like it and it makes me smile. I have become cheesy. Deal with it.

And lest you think I went for a neutral theme nursery, which seems to get people all up in arms, fear not:

I can't tell where my pants end and my cool rug begins.

Yup, that’s the Ikea rug all good moms buy their sons.  How could I not? It’s all kinds of amazing.  That right there is his own little world. I mean, the poor kid spends about 75% of his time on the floor. And the colors are working for me. For $14.99, I would buy my son as many as he pleases.  You could treat those puppies like flor tiles. They are probably cheaper, come to think of it.

Also, he loves his new trucks. I am not entirely sure they are age appropriate, but they are awesome. If you are headed to Ikea, pick up the 3 pack- it’s 10 bucks well spent.  Now he can just tootle all around town.

So my son is now worldly.  Besides Brangelina, how many of you can tell me your six month old is worldy?  Okay, well he isn’t really. He has traveled maybe through seven states.  But he has been on a plane 12 times, so…..

But seriously, once I got started on the map/world theme, I was excited, because Kase and I have a history of traveling together to some amazing places. And we always have a story, whether it was when we flew to Spain and yet forgot to bring the address of the villa we were staying in, including the town in which it was located, or the time Kase enticed sharks to follow us while snorkeling in Costa Rica after he cut his finger on coral but was too afraid of our guide to admit it. In fact, we took a trip to Paris to ring in the New Year back in 2009.  I wasn’t feeling well, and Kase was convinced I was pregnant.  The day after we returned home, we found out he was right.

So it seems fitting that this is the room in which our little despot sleeps.  He can look quietly down on his subjects, like so:

Mom, I can't talk right now. I must stop the peasants from uprising against me. They didn't take kindly to my tithing.

Happy Birthday Jeffrey Lewis!

Happy Birthday Jeff Lewis!  To celebrate, El Pollo Loco is on me today.  After we hit the drive through I thought maybe we could head over to Casa Vega for some margaritas and chips.  Sound good?

I hope today is everything you hoped it would be- and that Zoila dusts under the stairs.

Love, Kate

[Sneak peak]

I am ready to unveil Colin’s new room, but am still waiting for this yucky winter weather to go away so I can get some good shots!  I heard a rumor it was supposed to be spring. Yeah, okay weather. Tell it to the judge.

But in the meantime, here is a little sneak peak at some original artwork I created for the despot’s new lair.  A little hint, if you will, of things to come.

Got any guesses?  Let me know!

Decisions, decisions….

The little dude’s room is finally getting there, but since it SNOWED today, I didn’t take any photos. In fact, the room is looking all kinds of cute (in my opinion), but the light was making it look all sorts of prison movie-esque (or maybe I should read my camera user manual one of these days). No bueno!  I will share as soon as I can take some blog worthy pics, promise.

But the little room switcheroo is leading to some other tough decisions.  And we at Casa de despot are locking horns a bit on this newest issue. The issue?  This little bugger:

Before: I think I just vomited in my mouth. Kidding.

The closet.  Smallest room. Big old problem. Formerly known as Colin’s room. Yeah, we ripped out all that shelving and put the despot inside that closet. Remember?

After: Despot cave.

But as the despot continued to grow and babble, we decided that at the ripe old age of 6 months old, boyfriend needed his own room more than we needed an office. Well, really, we needed peace and quiet more than he needed….anything really. We needed sleep that bad.  So the closet looks like the before again, minus shelving, plus a few hundred nail holes. Oh, and a large desk. Woopsie daisy.

So we are playing our favorite game of musical furniture.  Which is nothing new in our home.  If you recall, I get the SADs, and when we had a storage unit, my whims were left unchecked.  Unfortunately, we no longer have that luxury.  Which is how the desk got into the closet. Well, we moved it there, it didn’t move itself, but you get the idea.

But I have to tell you something. It’s not sitting well with me.

I don’t know if it’s my inner feng shui expert coming out, but there is just something about having a computer as well as its cords and other “peripherals” not five feet away from my face for 8 hours a night that just makes me…..not sleepy.

Also, I’ll admit it. I am really missing having a second closet. Yes, second, as in, we have two. In total. Go ahead, you can canonize me now.  Though considering I wear mostly yoga pants and t-shirts, I wouldn’t say I am making a huge sacrifice when it comes to hanging clothes storage.  But the closet in the despot’s room is reaching non-functioning standards.  And by reaching, I mean, I have become an acrobat in order to grab anything from that garbage dump storage space. Including my own clothes. Again, and at the expense of repeating myself: No bueno.

Also, it would be great if Kase could get dressed in our own bedroom. I know, crazy dreams and all that.

So do we get rid of the office-closet?  Or do we keep open the option of getting some work done at 3am?

I mean, Colin can write this blog from just about anywhere:

I vote for a closet. Sorry, dad.

Room Inspiration [little dude edition]

I’m not quite ready to unveil the despot’s new lair as it isn’t complete yet. I am hemming and hawing over curtains. No pun intended.  There is no hemming involved in that manner. But I can’t decide on if I want to make curtains myself (yikes) or just go (to Ikea, natch) and throw money at the problem (yikes).

In the meantime, I am here to present to you a little inspiration if you have a little dude in your life.  Or even a big dude. They all love Star Wars, right?  Lord knows why. I finally watched all three original movies while pregnant and I don’t think it was the pregnancy hormones that led me to fall sleep halfway through. Those movies suck. And so does the acting. There. I said it.  Nerds, put your stones away.

Sidenote: If Carrie Fisher can admit her accent changed throughout all three movies and that George Lucas essentially ruined her life and may or may not be the reason she indulges in shock therapy on the regular, then I say “Brava, girlfriend. Tell it like it is.”

But I digress. What I will admit is this:  In terms of iconography, that movie was geeeeeenius. And the images are just perfect for a little guy’s big boy room. If you are looking beyond Pottery Barn Kids (I wonder how much they pay for the licensing on that!?), then Etsy is a virtual treasure trove of artistic and interesting finds. The despot is not quite mature enough for such subjects in his room, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look. And, much like “Snakes on a Plane” will become a classic, I must embrace the suck. Especially since it is one of his dad’s favorite movie trilogies of all time (Mine, you ask? Godfather trilogy. Duh.) Here ya go. Feast on this nerds:

Now, get to shopping. May the force be with you.

When I’m wrong, I’m wrong. But not really.

So I am feeling a bit like a loser mom.  For instance, though I love the holiday (and yes, it is a holiday- it celebrates a SAINT!), my son was ill prepared for St. Patrick’s Day yesterday. No “My First St. Patrick’s Day” onesie. Nothing that said “Kiss my sweet rosey cheeks, check out my awesome blonde hair and blue eyes, I’m Irish”.  Nothing. He had to wear a pajama tee shirt with a race car on it since it was the only green item of clothing he owns.  A PAJAMA TOP! Granted, it glows in the dark, but it was daylight, people! How could I let that happen? It was his first St. Patty’s Day!  So lame.  No pics of him eating green food with a bib that says “Kiss me, I’m Irish” or anything of the sort. This one’s gonna stick with me for a while, I think.

But no worries- I was focused on the little guy throughout the day, as always. But yesterday in particular, I was working on a little something something.  Someone no longer lives in our closet.

R.I.P. Closet Nursery. It was fun while it lasted. Except for when it wasn't.

I will say this for the closet nursery. I think it totally worked. And I think it is a great idea for new moms when they have a newborn baby and need him nice and close by.  But sometimes, you don’t need them so close.  Like the day he turned 6 months old and decided that Every.Single.Sound. wakes him up. And if that sound is mommy?  Fuhgeddaboutit.  Party time!  Kid is all smile central.  Giggles all around. Even a little conversation sometimes. Unfortunately for mommy? Every little sound wakes her up, too. But it’s not a party. And she really isn’t up for small talk at 4am. It’s cute, but no. Oh no. Not at all.

When I am wrong, I admit it.  No, that’s a lie actually. But I will concede that the despot is ready for his own space again. And I am ready to get some much needed sleep.

I’ll post some pics when I can take some good photos this weekend. Are you feeling the suspense?! No?  Oh well.  The little dude wasn’t feeling the photo shoot today.  Totally understood.  I mean, he *was* wearing his pajamas.  I wouldn’t want my picture taken either.

But as a little sneak peak, since it was St. Patty’s and we (I) were feeling the spirit?  We got this:

Infinity Round Metal Retro Wall Clock in Green

Have a great weekend!

Luck of the Irish

Around these here parts, we wear our Irish heritage with pride on our sleeves. Well, my pale complexion speaks for itself, and the little guy’s rosy cheeks will make him a hit today (and all days, really, who am I kidding) with the ladies. Ain’t nobody needs to be pinching those cheeks. Except for me. I can do what I want.

Anyway, I decided to add a little fresh pop of green to the old apartment and what else could I choose?  Bells of Ireland!

Pretty, no? At $1.50 a stem, that’s a pretty nice little bargain.

It’s getting darn right springy in here! I kinda like to treat myself to fresh flowers.  To be fair, Kase treated me to some pretty daffodils, but I quickly realized they were actually a plant.  Upon this realization, the plant immediately died.  That is not an exaggeration. I don’t quite have the green thumb (much like my ancestors- hence, the potato famine).

I also got one stem of hydrangea along with one stem of the greenery- for about 5 bucks you get a simple little arrangement, like so:

And as a little treat for you on this fine holiday which celebrates my pale skin, here is a little story for you:  My last name is Hannan. With an “A”.  This is an important distinction in the old country apparently, as if you spell it with an “O” the lineage shows that you are royalty.  If you spell it with an “A”?  Not so much.  This was later validated when I planned a wedding that involved an Irish family. As in, they flew over from Ireland.  So I got to talking to the grandfather, as I often did at these events (little sweet old men just love me), and after not believing I was Irish at all, asked me my last name.  When I informed him, he grabbed my hands while yelling at me “Let me see those hands!” Turns out, not only are my people not royalty, we are known thieves. Horse thieves to be exact. Moral of the story? If I ever come over your house- check the silver when I leave. ;)

Lamp Love…

I am on the lookout for a couple of table lamps for my new side tables in the living room.  I need some mood lighting people!  Here are a few of my web faves:

Lately, I am loving ceramic lamps, crystal bases or the industrial look of the task lamps above.  What are you digging?  Gimme your thoughts!

World Market Red Ceramic Lamp

World Market Antique Bronze Pharmacist Lamp

Pottery Barn Barclay Arc Lamp

Pottery Barn Barcroft Crystal Lamp

Ikea Barometer Lamp

Overstock Crystal Column Lamp

Overstock Almond Crackle Finish Lamp

Pottery Barn Alexis Ceramic Table Lamp

Dreaming of Green….

Wanna hear something fun? It snowed here today!  I am not kidding you.  I left the gym with the despot and when I came out, snow was falling on my head.  This past weekend was so sunny, I could just about imagine that spring was right around the corner.  Those dreams were basically dashed today.

But I will forge ahead. My spirit cannot be crushed so easily. I dream of the green. I want to plan barbecues for friends, eat steak cooked on the grill and sit outside and read magazines while the despot naps. It’s time, people.

Great, now I’m in the mood for a cocktail and a cheeseburger!  Come on, warm weather…..

Channeling Audrey [the Mom Uniform]

I’ll be honest: I have fallen into the yoga-pant-t-shirt-sneakers uniform since becoming a mom.  And I’ll go one step further and tell you: It’s. Not. Cute. So I’ve been looking around trying to sort out the easiest way to make myself presentable to the outside world.  And I think I’ve found the inspiration I need- Garanimals.  Just kidding.  I need to channel Audrey Hepburn.  Duh, winning.

And I also discovered Olioboard.  Scoreboard doesn’t lie, folks. Winning again. I’m a little (way…) late to the game, but I got there. So check it out mamas.  I present to you the Mom Uniform:

Hola Mamacita!

Git on it, ladies!

Items, clockwise:

1. Cardigan- Ann Taylor Loft

2. Earrings- Banana Republic

3. Flats- Calvin Klein

4. Slim Cropped Pants- Gap

5. Watch- Michael Kors