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Moms Night

image80 degrees in Seattle means walking out the door in sandals, no jacket. Ryan stayed home with Lincoln for two hours while I met up with fellow moms from PEPS at Poco wine bar. Spent dinner outside on their patio. Fire truck sirens equals  urban ambiance. But again–we were sitting outside. White wine and tapas. Albodigas. Seafood paella. Discuss jobs, nursing, burning calories while nursing, and overall mom life. Apple tart and chocolate lava cake before walking home. Coming home to Lincoln happily playing in his crib, wearing only his diaper staying cool. Nursing, story time, bath time, play time. Sun finally setting past 9pm. Happy Spring night.

Stabat Mater

At the Cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to her Son to the last.
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
all His bitter anguish bearing,
now at length the sword has passed.
O how sad and sore distressed
was that Mother, highly blest,
of the sole-begotten One.
Christ above in torment hangs,
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep,
whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ’s dear Mother to behold?


Retroactive To Do List with Ryan:

1. Play with Lincoln.
2. Have Mexican brunch at Barrio.
3. Stroll to QFC for groceries.
4. Find bench and nurse hungry baby.
5. Share bench with homeless men.
6. Introduce Lincoln while waiting for Ryan.
7. Stroll home and push groceries uphill.
8. Make baby laugh for five month photoshoot.
9. Pump milk and clean bottles.
10. Take nap.
11. Drive to UVillage and add name to Din Tai Fung list.
12. Browse Papersource, Village Maternity, Container Store, and Windows Store.
13. Overindulge at Blue C Sushi.
14. Drive home and play with hyper Lincoln.
15. Read stories to laughing Lincoln.
16. Soothe teething Lincoln.
17. Go to bed.


I love Saturdays more than ever now that I have a kid. Today’s highlights: sleeping in until 9am, Ryan’s breakfast, and hanging out in PJs while Lincoln nursed and napped all afternoon. Had to do a bit of childcare and baptism reception follow-up which was less relaxing; however, it also made me want Chinese food. Late lunch was then had at Regent: Ryan got his XO beef and salt and pepper chicken wings. I got my ha gow, red bean-filled sesame balls, and honey oolong tea. Then it was light groceries and finally seeing Catching Fire while Casey was over making apple pie cookies (a belated birthday present).


The Only Moment We Really Have

Last night a dad at our PEPS group said, “I used to always think about what it would be like when things got better a few months or years from now. Then I decided to just be present and live this moment now.”

Cinque Terre: A Day Trip to the 5 Villages

“Go to Cinque Terre. It is the most romantic place on Earth,” I was told, repeatedly, by friends and colleagues. Even when I went to the bookstore while planning our trip, I picked up an Italy book, flipped it open and said “Cinque Terre – Best Time to Go: April”. All roads were leading to Cinque Terre, so I Googled and told the hubster. The next thing you know we’re on a train from Florence, with a transfer in Pisa, to a quick stop in La Spezia, before boarding a local train to Riomaggiore–the first of the five villages.

What is Cinque Terre? Well literally, it’s the “Five Lands” located on the coast of Italy that is part of the Cinque Terre National Park and is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. It is not accessible by cars and was built on top of steep cliffs that overlook the sea. Picturesque for sure. Most stay a night or two, but decided to just make it a day trip and see what all the dreamy-eyed looks were about when people would describe this place.

The ride to Riomaggiore on the train was short. Through the tunnels we caught glimpses of the sea and knew we were in for a treat. But first we had to get past the hordes of high school students. Sadly we disembarked at the same village a few hundred students and their chaperons. Insert loud clambering Italian teenagers. Wait a while for them to a ramble past and then–there was the coast.

Cinque Terre

In Riomaggiore, the one thing I wanted to do was walk on Via dell Amore, the Lover’s Trail, because a friend had told me it was the most romantic hike ever. Yeah, I’ll give her that. It was gorgeous and every square foot of the path was covered in the graffiti of couples’ initials, poems, and declarations of affection. On the guard rail were locks that visitors left (throwing away the key), an expression of their love.

Cinque Terre

Yeah, this path was gushy but it’s Italy and we’re in Cinque Terre and you’re walking by the sea–does it get any better? I finally convince Ryan to put our names in stone and we take our time (mainly avoiding the crowds) walking on the path. A school teacher even offers to take our photo.

At the end of the path was Vernazza. A tiny village again beautifully placed atop cliffs. Here’s where my narrative drops off a bit and I’m going to rely on photos.

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