Travelated: Boston

On a much brighter note, I'm going to start posting my gazillion photos. I keep saying I would but now, I'm really going to. I'm gonna make a once-a-week effort, people! Even if it means having both kids in my lap as I blog. =D

So anyways, I'm going to post at random as I feel. First off, Boston! Back late Septembar, I decided to go on a mini-vacay to visit the BFF. She up and left H-town back when she got married (May 2008) to go live with her hubby in Boston. I said I would visit her as soon as I got the chance. After popping out the second babe, quitting my job, and finally getting both the kids at a relatively established, stable age, I opted to go visit her alone w/ the baby. My parents took care of the big (little) bro so I can have some time away from home. If you're wondering, the hubby was in New Jersey on a business trip, so I planned this trip to be at the same time he would be out of town.

I got in on a Wednesday night, just in time for dinner though. It was a cool, clear, windy, 50ish degree weather - very nice indeed! Especially when Houston was scorching and humid during that time of the year. Shoot, Houston is scorching and humid all but maybe one month of the year. Right after Soapie and her man picked me up, we went to this restaurant known for it's - you guessed it - New England clam chowder! It's called Legal Seafood. But gahdangit, we forgot our cameras in the car, which was parked some blocks away. Oh well. All I can say is 4/5 stars (for the entrees) but 5/5 for the clam chowder. Soap and I had the clammy, while for entress we had lobster roll w/ fries (yumz), salmon topped w/ capers and spinach(just good, not great, fish could've used a tad more flavor), and C had the fish & chips (can't go wrong there, except the batter was only alright).

Supposedly, the newly elected President of the good ol' U.S. of A. would order the clam chowder at Legal Seafood on Inauguration Day. That's pretty nifty useless info! Then I wondered, he's not really there on that day? He should be doing his Inauguration thingies in the capitol right? Well, of course - he would order out and get his newly acquired drivers to get it, duh!

When we got back to the car, I was digging for something in the diaper bag (a.k.a. my purse now). Lo and behold, my point-and-shoot digicam was in the bag the whole time..doh! I could have taken pics. Argh! Darn our Japanese tourist ways. Oh yeah, one thing about the car - it was rented by the couple via Zipcar. Boston, along with many cities nationwide, have picked up on car-sharing, a really good concept for those cramped, walking cities that usually don't require a car (whereas a big commuter town like Houston would require your own car). Needless to say, I thought it was great! No need to deal w/ maintenance and finding parking (very expensive in those small big cities as you know) of your own car and you can pick up and park it wherever Zipcar spots are.

Then we headed back to Soap's crib that didn't have a crib for Rich. No pun intended. So we put the sofa mattress on the floor and prepped the lil guy for bed. Needless to say, he was exhausted (as was I) from our flight and going straight to dindin afterward.

Btw, R was so great on the plane! I read to him and played, then he fell asleep halfway through, so Mommy got to sleep while holding him. Also, the flight attendants and passengers around me were very helpful and loved interacting with him. There would've been no way I could've flown with both kids alone, because P-man is two handfulls! R is the complete opposite, mellow and serious and content pretty much all the time, even on the plane. (The times we did travel with P, he was extremely uncooperative, crying, screaming, and antsy the entire time! He is very happy when he wants to be, but must have his way. Sigh, that boy - love him to pieces though!)

Anyway, here are some for when we got back that night. More to come from the rest of the trip.


^^He LOVES reading time. He was turning the pages himself at 7 months old. Genius! His big brother wasn't interested in books til about a year old. R is 10 months old here.




^^The morning after..zonked out after an early morning of play around the apartment. We were getting ready for a day out and about.


^^View from the apt.


^^One of his fave passtimes - picking his nose.


^^After waking up, snack time! Sleep, eat, poop are his other passtimes.

Blogging, blogging, where art thou?

So I'm at a loss lately as to what to post/write in this thing. I would log in, catch up with my subscriptions, and then feel like whatever I need to write about is unimportant and no one would care to read about it anyway because everyone's blogs are so great! Yeah, I know this thing is more for myself than anything, but forgive me for liking it when people actually pay attention to what I have to say. I guess it's that boredom and losing myself that has caught up to me from being a SAHM. I sometimes want to be selfish because I feel as if I sacrifice my own mind and well-being these days. And being selfish is very rare and far between. I would occasionally bargain shop to feel a little better but it's so fleeting and whatever I buy, I don't really have the chance to wear! The major shopping I do these days is, of course, grocery and errands. Life has put this on my plate - that I'm the kind of mother that won't get alone time at all, if any. And if I do, well, some kind of miracle has come upon me. I haven't been able to be all out alone, in several, several months. I'm somewhat traumatized to even try because when I do, I'm constantly worried about the boys (including hubby) since I'm not used to being alone. If I'm out, it's usually with the hubby. Motherhood = sacrifice. Period.

But sometimes..just sometimes..I want to be by myself. Is that too much to ask? Can someone just take it upon themselves to let me enjoy myself without feeding someone, telling someone to sit down, sit still, be quiet, or not run away?

Sighhhhhhhh......

See, this is why I don't blog...because I'm always reaching out for something when I do. It's my vent and release. I end up sounding depressed, desperate, and lonely. Who doesn't feel like this at times though? Ugh.