First swim class -- at 3.5 months!
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Curly Cub
Yes, we have a baby! It's been months. Almost 4, in fact. She is precious and darling and funny and sweet. Welcome to the world, Curly Cub. We can't tell yet if your hair will actually be curly, but we'll love you no matter what!
Friday, February 15, 2013
It feels like spring!
Spring! Are you here? Seems like a nice time to have a baby. Also seems like an opportune moment to dream about a warm weather outfit I'd like to wear this spring and summer (post-baby bump!)...
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| Cute summer ballet flats |
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| Yellow gold accessories! |
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Two weeks to go!
We're in countdown mode at Casa Curly. Two weeks to go until due date! Care to place a wager on when this little one will make her entrance into the world?
Friday, January 11, 2013
Dreaming of Sun
It's cold here! I mean pretty legitimately cold, not just California cold. Dreaming of this . . .
Friday, December 21, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Saying Goodbye, New Beginnings
We're moving. We've moved. I'm actually not sure exactly where we are on that continuum right now (it's been a multi-step process . . .), but the wheels are definitely in motion. Mr. Curly Rosen and I decided to pack up our lovely San Francisco home and move to the 'burbs. I am excited about what is to come -- a brand new house that is all ours, grass for Freddy to run in, and even more big changes (which I will blog about soon!). But, transitions are hard, and this one has not been easy for any of us.
I bought our lovely City pad as a single woman making the transition back to the Bay Area after many years of moving in and out of the area. It was the largest purchase I had ever made on my own, and I was so proud and happy to have a space that was mine. During those single times, I had a raging housewarming party, welcomed Book Club friends into my home, and had a quiet, beautiful space to come home to after long hours at the law firm. The view of the water and Coit Tower never got old. It still hasn't.
About six months after moving in, I met Mr. Curly Rosen. We spent some of our early dates in my neighborhood. A first kiss at a North Beach bar. A wine night on Hyde Street cuddled up on a couch. He asked me to be his girlfriend in my living room. He slowly made himself more at home in my home. We adopted Freddy just six months after meeting. We brought Freddy home to my City home, and he grew to love it, too.
Again about six months later (I sense a pattern here), new firsts happened. Mr. Curly Rosen asked me to marry him. We planned our wedding. He officially moved in. We melded our lives more and more together, with my home becoming our home. He got a man room. I didn't have to give up closet space.
Right after we got married, Mr. Curly Rosen carried me over the threshold into our apartment. We set off on our African honeymoon adventure and came home after a beautiful, magical three weeks to our City by the Bay. I started a new job. Months later, we found out we were (are) expecting, and I got to share the news with him in our kitchen.
Looking back, my years in my lovely City abode brought the most change and the most joy of any that I have known. I imagine that is the main reason that it is so hard to say goodbye to our beautiful home. Luckily, I get to bring that joy (Mr. Curly Rosen and little pup) with me down to the suburbs.
So, to you, pretty City place -- thank you for being the home of my independence, and later, the incubator of my precious family. You will be missed . . .
I bought our lovely City pad as a single woman making the transition back to the Bay Area after many years of moving in and out of the area. It was the largest purchase I had ever made on my own, and I was so proud and happy to have a space that was mine. During those single times, I had a raging housewarming party, welcomed Book Club friends into my home, and had a quiet, beautiful space to come home to after long hours at the law firm. The view of the water and Coit Tower never got old. It still hasn't.
About six months after moving in, I met Mr. Curly Rosen. We spent some of our early dates in my neighborhood. A first kiss at a North Beach bar. A wine night on Hyde Street cuddled up on a couch. He asked me to be his girlfriend in my living room. He slowly made himself more at home in my home. We adopted Freddy just six months after meeting. We brought Freddy home to my City home, and he grew to love it, too.
Again about six months later (I sense a pattern here), new firsts happened. Mr. Curly Rosen asked me to marry him. We planned our wedding. He officially moved in. We melded our lives more and more together, with my home becoming our home. He got a man room. I didn't have to give up closet space.
Right after we got married, Mr. Curly Rosen carried me over the threshold into our apartment. We set off on our African honeymoon adventure and came home after a beautiful, magical three weeks to our City by the Bay. I started a new job. Months later, we found out we were (are) expecting, and I got to share the news with him in our kitchen.
Looking back, my years in my lovely City abode brought the most change and the most joy of any that I have known. I imagine that is the main reason that it is so hard to say goodbye to our beautiful home. Luckily, I get to bring that joy (Mr. Curly Rosen and little pup) with me down to the suburbs.
So, to you, pretty City place -- thank you for being the home of my independence, and later, the incubator of my precious family. You will be missed . . .
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