Decisions, Decisions

It’s Canada Day this Friday, which means a long weekend is coming up. Which means we are getting ready for a new adventure!

In the Wanderlust household, we  have a bit of a hard time with the decision-making process. I tend to make hasty improperly thought-out decisions. When it comes to vacations, I like to book well in advance and the have time to prepare. Jude, on the other extreme, must thoroughly research every aspect and weigh all the pros and cons before finally making a decision, which often comes at the last minute.

We’ve been talking about this upcoming weekend’s travel plans for weeks, since we couldnt get our act together last long weekend and ended up staying home. Our initial plan was to go to Kaliningrad (what used to known as East Prussia) and the Curonian Spit. But by the time we got around to booking flights, our only return option was a late-night return flight- a deal-breaker. Then it was Estonia by train. Then Sochi (host of the 2014 Winter Olympics). A tour of Russia’s Golden Ring. Belarus. Finland. Siberia. Tatarstan. Armenia. Azerbaijan. We just could not settle on a destination.

After a particularly heated debate on Friday night, we agreed that we had to not only make a decision by Charlotte’s bedtime the next night, but to avoid any change of heart, we had to book plane/train tickets as well.

Saturday afternoon saw Jude typing away furiously on the ipad as I shot down one idea after another. And then he suggested Berlin. And there was silence. And then the golden moment happened, when we smiled at each other and nodded, and knew that finally- FINALLY- a decision had been made. So Berlin it is.

I’ve been through Germany many many times, but have yet to see anything past a train station or airport. Jude passed through Berlin many years but only for a few hours. Kid-friendly, reasonably-priced flights, good beer, clean and civilized. Berlin, here we come!

Music-Inspired Baby Art

I had a bit of extra time with Charlotte this morning before leaving for work. We hung out, as usual, in her play area, reading books, kicking balls, dumping her toys out of her toy bin.

 It got a little boring, so I decided to put on some music. Charlotte tends to favour Raffi, but I thought I’d shake things up a bit and go for some Arcade Fire (Funeral).

A few songs later, Charlotte had created, in my personal totally-biased opinion, a masterpiece.

Brilliant art inspired by brilliant music :)

 

Frump Slump Update

So it’s now been a little over a week since the siege on frumpiness began. Time to take a look at my progress. And to be fair to myself, I think we’ll to consider the week’s peak battle: Friday evening’s BBQ at Jude’s work:

1. Thou shalt not wear clothing pulled out of the dirty laundry hamper. A passing grade on the smell test is not enough.

I wore a very pretty summer dress. Not a single stain. Grade: Pass

2.  Thou shall bathe at least 3 times a week. Bathing with the baby does not count. Thou’s legs must be shaved and hair must be washed each time.

Two showers last week, plus a bath (sans baby) Thursday night. But I hate shaving in the bath (soaking in my leg stubble is nasty-sauce!) so ended up with stubbly legs. Grade: Mediocre Pass

3. Thou shalt not wear any items with any amount of food/spit up/pooh on them. These items must be placed directly into the laundry hamper. See rule 1.

See rule 1. I even managed to keep my dress clean the entire time! Grade: Pass

4. Thou shall wear at least one piece of jewelry (not including thou’s wedding ring you cheater!) upon leaving the house.

I got as far as opening my jewelery box, before imagining dealing with Charlotte pulling on my necklace all night long, and closing it right back up. Grade: Fail

5. Thou shall immediately pack away all maternity clothes (no matter how comfy), seal the box, and do not open until thou art pregnant again.

I so meant to do this but just didnt have a chance. Grade: Fail

6. Thou shalt not wear a ponytail more than twice a week. Thou shall makes friends with thy hairdryer.

I really tried with this one, and left the house with very pretty hair. But it was so disgustingly humid out, I was dripping with sweat 15 min into the walk over to Jude’s work. I couldnt stand it anymore. I went for the ponytail. Grade: Unfair Fail

7. Thou shalt not pick thy nose in public. Admit it, thou does this way too often.

Not a single forage all evening long. Grade: Pass

8. Thou shall go to that awesome new mall this weekend and buy some new clothes. No need to go crazy, but thou seriously needs to add some new pieces to thy wardrobe.

A week late, but just got back from the mall about an hour ago. With some nice new items. Of comfy around-the-house clothing :) Grade: Technically Pass

9. Thou shall wear makeup everyday. Cover-up to hide those dark rings around thou’s eyes is not enough; thou must accentuate, not just conceal.

Did I mention the humidity? I went as far as mascara and lipstick, and just hoped my natural beauty would shine through. Grade: Pass

10. Thou shalt not leave the house without a bra.

Girls were properly supported. Grade: Pass

Woohoo, a whopping 70% success rate!

And over here at Mama’s Got Wanderlust, we like to celebrate in style. To celebrate this particular victory, we splurged on frosties at the new Wendy’s on the way home (dont judge- we walked 35 min each way)