October 2006

You try telling a baby to “Fall Back”

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Despite the way my birthday started out, it ended quite well. I like to actually have an entire birthday weekend, which Pat always plays along with, and the entire weekend was very, very good. Want the skinny? Here it goes.

Friday, after work, we got Greta all fed, bathed, and sleepy, and we sent her over to Mike and Christy’s so we could go out to dinner. Pat took me to Max of Eastman Place, per my request. We had gone there for Jane and Food Mike’s wedding, and the food was amazing, so I knew it would be good. Not surprisingly, it was quite good. After dinner, we went back to Mike and Christy’s, where I busted open a nice bottle of wine I had been saving for such an occasion. We ended the night with a sleeping baby and a belly full of good wine - not a bad way to end an evening.

Saturday morning, I went to Gallery to have a massage. The massage therapist there said my back is improving, but it’s still not very good. Apparently, my back has upgraded from “horrible” to “crappy.” (My words, not hers.) In the afternoon, we sent the bean to her Great-na-na’s for a little bit while we went to Hicks & McCarthy for afternoon tea. Pat had expressed interest in going, after I came home from tea a couple times describing all of the tasty food and drink. He was the only man there, but I think he enjoyed himself. The waitress was impressed that he came without being tricked into coming.

Saturday night, we just stayed in and watched Hustle & Flow. The movie was quite good; we both really liked it. We did have a little bit of a hard time understanding some of the dialog – mostly that of the main character, Djay – so we actually watched it with subtitles on. If that’s not a testament to how white we are, I don’t know what is. I keep finding myself singing “it’s hard out here for a pimp” in my head. It’s hard, indeed.

Sunday, we woke up and went apple picking. It was pretty cold and super duper windy. I thought it may have been the worst idea ever, but I really, really had my heart set on going. We didn’t stay out long, due to the inclement weather, but Greta had the BEST TIME. Pat had her nestled in his coat, and she would bury her head in his chest to hide from the wind, and then she’d poke her head back out and smile and laugh. She loved it! Those of you would have interacted with Greta probably know that she is a little bit of a tough critic. She reserves laughing only for things she really, really enjoys. It was really great hearing her laugh, and it was great for me to see her enjoy something that I, myself, enjoy so much.

Greta, the Great Pumpkin, and me.

Greta, the Not-So-Great Pumpkin, and Pat.

Greta says "mama" for the first time. Just kidding. I would keel over if that happened.

Sunday afternoon, we went to Ellen and Taggard’s for a Halloween party that was chock full o’ kids. We were happy to have an opportunity to show off Greta’s chicken costume, and, of course, we were happy to catch up with Ellen. (I don't think we actually saw Taggard; he was buried under at least a dozen kids at all times.) We didn’t stay super long, as the time change was making Greta a little wacky. Seriously, whoever is in charge of Daylight Savings Time must not have an infant and realize what havoc it can wreak. I mean, you tell a child who is used to sleeping until 6:30 A.M. that they shouldn’t wake up at 5:30 A.M. when you “Fall Back.”

Fran the deviled egg, Greta the cutest chicken ever, and Pat "Flamingo Rider" Reed.

So, that was my birthday weekend in a nutshell. No rippers and nothing crazy, and that was just dandy with me. I had really been dreading turning 30, but it really wasn’t bad at all. Yay to that. Thanks to Pat for fulfilling my weekend requests! If you're still reading this long, boring post, then God bless ya!


Happy Halloween from your favorite funky chicken

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We hope you have a spook-tacular day!

-Fran, Pat, and Greta

Flow it, show it. Long as I can grow it, my hair.

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Greta officially has enough hair to have a bad hair day. Pat and I love it when we take her hat off and her hair is all wild. So cute.


2006-10-29 22:04:28

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My birthday, although it got off to a rocky start, was quite good. Here is a picture from one of my favorite moments of the weekend. Full update to follow.


I'm getting old in my dumb age

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So far, 30 has not been going tremendeously well. I can't seem to do anything right. In the last 24 hours, I got a cold; I was accused (jokingly) of trying to steal milk from Wegmans; I cut my thumb with a knife; I spilled hot soup on my lap and couch; and I've just been generally confused, clumsy, and annoyed. Is this what I should come to expect from life after 30? Please tell me it's not. Boo hiss.


Let's see, so a picture is worth a thousand words, and I've got, like, a whole bunch of pictures

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so this should tide you guys over for a little while.

This past weekend was insane-o weekend of weddings. It required a ridiculous amount of driving and lots of planning and whatnot, but it was great and I wouldn't have changed a thing.

Friday, Vienneau and Mary Ann got married at the haunted Beardslee Castle in Little Falls, NY. The wedding itself was more like dinner theater than a traditional ceremony. It had a Willy Wonka theme, and Vienneau's antics did not disappoint. Most people feel the wedding is the bride's day. In this case, it was Vienneau's day. It was wonderful, though, and I will never forget it. I thought it was funny, and charming, and beautiful, and I cried when I saw our Vienneau get hitched. I can't believe he's all grown up.

Due to the castle's ghost population, I'm guessing, I had NOT ONE PICTURE turn out that I took there. I had to pilfer one from our friend Frank's page. Here is Frank, the lovely Mrs. Vienneau, and dear Pat Reed.

After the ceremony and a very small portion of the reception, I left Pat and headed out to Utica for Rebecca and Bryan's rehearsal. It was so nice to see Rebecca so happy and to hang out with some old friends and finally meet Bryan's family. Pat met up with me there and we cut the night short to head back to Skaneateles to hang with Greta for the night, where she was staying at my parents'.

Saturday morning, we headed back to Utica for Rebecca and Bryan's big day. The ladies got makeup and hair done and did girl stuff. That evening was the wedding and it was such a wonderful experience being Rebecca's co-matron-of-honor. Pat had a speaking role in the wedding as one of the readers. The reception was so much fun. I danced like crazy and even whooped it up a bit since we were away from the child for the night. I even heard a woman call me a "little spitfire." I have never been called such a thing and I loved it!

Here's my "date" for the evening: Steve S - Bob Duffy's right-hand man.

Here's Pat's "date" for the evening: Mike F - brain doctor and good guy.

Here is a picture of the hottest co-matrons-of-honor this side of the Mason-Dixon.

Here, of course, is Mr. and Mrs. Bryan H.

OMG, and Erika, from Gallery Salon, that did our hair did an amazing job. Check this out! My hair could be in a magazine!

I haven't been as diligent about getting pictures of Greta with us being out of town and some general laziness going around, but here are a couple. First, Greta loungin' in her Polo turtleneck watchin' Baby Einstein.

Second, Greta wearing her pink unicorn shirt that her daddy bought her.



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Greta's Bringing CutesyBack (Yeah)

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The weekend of weddings is quickly approaching, and I figured if I didn't update tonight, you wouldn't be hearing from us (me) for a while. There isn't too much going on this week. Mostly the usual.

One thing that kind of dawned on me today is that my 30th is quickly approaching. I have been worried that I'll get freaked out by turning 30, and, just today, I realized that I'm not freaking out. I started getting concerned that the 30 thing is going to hit me like a ton of bricks and that I might really really freak out. Worrying about the fact that I wasn't worried yet made me feel worried. That's normal for me, though.

Anyway, I think that having a kid changed things more than any milestone birthday could. Strange things happen now. Like, I feel the urge to go to Denny's for dinner. That never would have happened before I became a mom. I'm not about to go out and buy mom jeans, but there's a certain amount of change involved in being a mom - at good one at least. No, being a good mom doesn't involve going to Denny's, but it's all relative. Anyway, my point is that turning 30, after the changes I've gone through in the last 7 months, seem pretty anticlimactic. Also, going to Mex (my old home away from home) a couple weekends ago and seeing the nonsense that takes place there on a Saturday night, made me want to become a gold member with Netflix (if there is such a thing) and cuddle up under a blanket with Pat, Greta, Maynard, and Ruby. So there. 30, come get me.

I still don't know what I'm doing for my birthday. The fact that I haven't made a decision yet pretty much means that there won't be any big plans, by default. The thought of going to a bar seems unfavorable (bars are dumb and they require I find someone to watch Greta) and the thought of cleaning my house and having people over sounds like an awful lot of work. Once again, Netflix and snuggling are sounding pretty enticing. So, if you're out on Friday the 27th, be sure to drink a cocktail or two, and walk into a wall in my honor. (I'm a klutz.)

The only other news is that I lost my cell phone. Um, like, two months ago. I probably should have mentioned that earlier. If you called me during that time, that's why I didn't call you back. I wasn't being rude, just sans phone and apathetic. I was kind of enjoying the no-cell phone thing, until I took a trip home with Greta and realized it was really irresponsible to drive on the thruway with a kid and no phone. Pat and I ordered new phones and new service (eff Cingular - they weren't doing us any favors), and we should be good to go tomorrow. We should have our same old numbers from before. If you ever want me to call you and you'd be so kind, please email me with your number (at mcfrances at yahoo dot com).

I got a lot of positive feedback about the daily G pictures. Here are some more.

Monday 10/16: This particular day, G had a super cute outfit on, but when I went to pick her up from day care, she had a wardrobe change. She had what, at day care, they affectionately call a "blowout." Yikes. This face says it all. "Mom, I pooped my pants."

Tuesday 10/11: This was Greta's seven-month birthday! She wore her favorite chicken shirt to celebrate. I love Greta's head so much. I love that she doesn't have the typical flat head most babies have. I love everything about her head - except when it cries.

Wednesday 10/12: Here Greta is wearing the fancy new kicks and fancy new shirt her Dad bought her. Oooh, fancy. What is Greta looking at? I don't know.


Greta Reed: Infant Fashion Hero

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As noted in my previous post, I want to start taking pictures of Greta on a more regular basis - daily, if possible. This will allow us to show off her fancy outfits to more than just the folks at day care and also for us to see how she changes on a day-to-day basis. Here's this past week in review, starting from Wednesday.

Wednesday 10/11: Greta was crabby. She is wearing her navy Polo shirt and kakis with pink trim.

Thursday 10/12: Greta feeling more chipper on this day. Why wouldn't she be? She's wearing a pink and teal floral onsie with a pink cable-knit Polo cardigan and boot-cut jeans.

Friday 10/13: Greta came home from day care with a sweet rash on her face. At least she was looking sassy in her plain white long-sleeve onsie and her pink Nike jogging pants with the satin white stripe.

Saturday 10/14: The rash is spreading, but it doesn't seem to bother her. To lift her spirits, I put her in one of her classic outfits - pink monkey onsie, jeans, and her white cable-knit hoodie. This day, G and I took a trip to the mall and to Target. We also took a nice, long nap together.

Sunday 10/15: Greta is wearing her black yoga pants and a pink and white sweater that her great-nana made for her. We took a trip to an apple farm and this diner that we go to just once a year, and we made pear sauce. This was a banner day, because I finally found something she likes to eat for lunch. It's tofu, sweet potatoes, yogurt, and peaches, all mixed together. Sounds nasty to me, but whatever floats her boat.

How was everybody's weekend?


Tough Love

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I saw our friend Erik this past weekend, and he gave me some tough love regarding the site. He demanded more updates. I can appreciate that. I will do what I can. You don't say no to Erik. He will mess you up.

Greta seems to be changing on an almost daily basis. She is definitely in the stage where she loves to entertain people and make them coo at her. She has gotten very, very talkative and actually said "da-da" for the first time! She is all about it. "Da-da-da-da-da-da-da." You get the picture. We often play music while we feed her, and she seems to have an uncanny knack for banging on her high chair's tray to the beat of the music. I think she might be a heavy metal drummer when she grows up.

Here's a picture I call, "Where's my money, b1tch." She loves slapping things, including me.

Greta has been continuing to get great clothes from friends and family, and lately, she's been getting some really nice stuff. I was counting, and she has seven pieces of Polo clothing...seven pieces! That is seven more than I have. Needless to say, she is the best dressed baby at day care. It's really not a contest though...but if it were, our little G would win every day. I want to get in the habit of taking a picture of her every morning. It will be nice to have a log of all of her outfits since she outgrows them so quickly and so we can look back and see the subtle changes she's going through. I swear I can see new hair growth daily.

Here's a couple pictures from a baby photoshoot Pat held the other day.

This past weekend was an extremely busy one. Vienneau and Rebecca had their respective pre-wedding festivities. To inquiring minds, they are both getting married in two weeks - not to each other. Pat is in both weddings. Luckily, the timing is such that he'll be able to actually be in both. It will be all, "We're having Stove Top at 5:00." "Oh, we're having Stove Top at 6:00." Aaaanyway, so Vienneau had his bachelor party out in the bustling metropolis of Boonville, and Rebecca, thankfully, had her shower and bachelorette party in Rochester. My mom came out to watch the wee baby while I was busy being a party planner. Rebecca's events were very fun, and I was happy to help out with them and see some friends I hadn't seen in a while. Most of the old gang was in attendance, minus Courtney, who's busy being a new mommy. It wasn't quite the same, because I was sober DD mom-lady, but it was a barrel of monkeys. Here are some pictures to prove it. The highlight of the evening was when Bryan and Erik came to crash. Seeing Dr. Erik T sipping on one of those new-fangled Labatt Blue cool cans at Soho East was downright fantastic.

I call this one "go, go gadget arm."

Greta and I rounded the busy weekend up with a trip home to Skaneateles to partake in some Doug's Fish Fry with Taryn and Kristen and Co., as well as a visit to my parent's to show off the wee baby.