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Here’s hoping my babies come out with a Scottish accent

9 May

This is a relationship blog and there is a relationship I have yet to discuss on here that I’d like to talk about. I would like to discuss my feelings about children, specifically my own. Please do not freak out, no one is pregnant. Well no one is pregnant who is writing this blog. But someone (me) is planning a wedding and starting to nest, and feeling excited about the notion of having little ones in her future. When I look lovingly into the Scottish’s eyes and tell him I want to have his babies, the fear in the room is almost palpable. He gazes back at me and in an unsteady voice, says, “Not for a long time hunny.” OH NO. IT’S LIKE THE PROPOSAL ALL OVER AGAIN. This wonderful man I’m going to marry moves slower than any human being I know. He doesn’t do anything quick or rash, all moves must be calculated and planned years and years in advance. Meanwhile my biological clock ticking and the noise is really starting to bug me. My clock sort of revved up after getting engaged and while it starts off trying to be nice, it usually ends up yelling at me. My clock: “Umm excuse me, umm, your body was made to procreate, and umm, well, all of us here in this pale vessel would like to say, GIVE US SOMETHING TO NURTURE *GOD DAMNIT!” Of course it’s fitting that my biological clock is overly dramatic like myself.



I’ve decided the best way to explain my feelings on having children would be to fill out the Who, What, Where, Why, When and How Many of it all. Sort of like an English paper outline. Enjoy!

So, WHO? Well, if possible I’d like to have a Scottish-American kid, with an ideal mix being 60% Scottish and 40% American, because those Scots just eat whatever they want and don’t worry about a thing, plus they are the most laid-back culture I’ve ever been around! As long as the kiddos get some of my passion, drive, and at least one artistic quality, we’ll be all set. If for some reason I need to adopt (ps I think adoption is awesome) then I think an African-American boy and an Asian girl would be adorable.

WHAT? Human children please.

WHERE? This is a great question. I would like to have my kids live in Chicago because it’s kind of my favorite city of all time, but I would also like to be near my family when I raise my kids. So either Chicago or Minnesota… at this point I’m not sure the Scottish could fathom moving to an even colder climate, but the lure of free babysitting has to hold some weight, right? Ultimately, I will have my kids in the Midwest. Ain’t no better place for kid-raising the way I see it.

WHY? This is an even better question. Besides just the biological clock, I most simply want a family of my very own to dream, love, and grow with. I love my family, immediate, extended, and honorary, and I want to create my own little unit with new special traditions and memories. I want to put more awesome people in the world. People who will respect the earth and their fellow human beings, people who will not discriminate based on sexuality or race or physical condition, and people who add to the quality of life for those around them. So, you know, just to have a little mini-me walking around… just kidding, I’d kill her.

WHEN? Let’s just say if I found out I was preggers by our first anniversary in March 2014, I would not be upset! Although, I have to say, it’d be nice to have more than a year to worry about Number One (me), and as a nanny I get an insight into the raising of kids and since it really is life-changing there is no need to rush. On the other hand, I’m super excited and not sure how long I’ll be able to wait! I’m hoping the Scottish isn’t having a heart attack on the train right now as he reads this on his way home. His ideal is like years from now after we have a house and enough money saved up to send them all to Harvard. AS IF!

HOW MANY? I say 2-3 and the Scottish says 1-2. But I want to have two girls (sisterly love is the best and the worst all at the same time) and I also want to have a little boy, so three kids would be nice. But a family of four sits together so well on theme park rides and airplanes, plus one more kid = one more flight to Scotland, and we know those trips are gonna add up!! But on the other hand, I come from a family of three, and so does my mom

Two things I know for sure, I don’t want to have an only child, and I don’t want to have three boys. If we have two boys and start trying for a third, I’ll probably spend our life savings flying around the globe looking for the best method to ensure our next kid is a female. Cause at that point I’ll be the desperate mother of two boys and I’ll most likely already have a reputation of being crazy.

Overall, I will consider us blessed no matter what the gender, number, or Scottish-American mix our children have, but frankly that doesn’t make for a very fun blog post. ย For the ladies out there, when did your clock start ticking?!?!?! ย Or maybe it hasn’t, that’s OK too!!

* I do not take the Lord’s name in vain when speaking but I take a lot of liberties when writing and it just sounded better to say GOD DAMNIT than GOSH DAMNIT. Luckily for me, God has a sense of humor.

Quote: “There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million.” Walt Streightiff



7 Apr

I’m on holiday, escaping away across the pond to see the Scottish and his family. I’ve been enjoying the company of my future-in-laws in this beautiful country (despite crappy weather). I have been taking the train into Glasgow with the Scottish to meet friends for dinner and drinks, I’ve gone shopping, and I have read all three Hunger Games books in succession. It’s a marathon, not a sprint!!

I will share updates on the kilt and other things when I’m back in Chicago but for now, all I can think about is Katniss and the others. I have been extra emotional and frightened this week due to reading the books AND seeing the first film of the series. I need the light on when I walk to the bathroom and I’m constantly hearing weird noises in the house, clearly they must be pods ready to detonate on me. Most people can separate books from reality but not me. Yet another side effect of my crazy brain.

(Note to self: go back to reading Amish love stories, they will not break you.)

Looking forward to my return but not rushing my week of relaxing! Until then friends!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

Quote: “May the odds be ever in your favor.” The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins

Back from New York Baby

8 Feb

Yay, I’m back! And I’ve missed you all! NYC was a blast. I am going to pretend this was my first visit to the big apple because in all reality my first visit was on a high school band trip and the leash they had us on was so tight that we barely had 40 minutes to explore the city. So, to me, this felt like I was losing my NYC virginity and it was great. Although I have to say I was slightly nervous to travel there by myself. After two years of traveling with the Scottish I am embarrassed to say I was a little apprehensive to go alone. Feel free to judge. I mean, all through college I flew alone. I would drive 9 hours in a car to get home, all by myself. Now I’m either used to having company all the time or I’m getting even less adventurous in my old age- if that’s possible! What can I say, I like having him there so he can watch my luggage while I go to the bathroom. And he also listens to me whine and keeps me company… but not this time!

Arriving in NYC, I immediately strip off my coat because the weather is so WARM and BEAUTIFUL. The cab driver had his windows down and it’s the first day of February. Unbelievable. The first couple of days were spent with my friend who lives in Manhattan. We did everything. We walked through Central Park, we visited the famous toy store FAO Schwarz for candy, we had high tea at the Plaza, saw the 9/11 memorial, experienced Times Square, walked the High Line, went to Brooklyn, rode a carousel, took a water taxi, went shopping, and ate tons of amazing food. This friend and I share a love of indulgence. We ate whatever we wanted when we wanted and had a blast the whole time. I got to spend visit with her and her awesome boyfriend and since she knows a ton about the city, I learned a lot. She and I had a great time catching up and laughing at ourselves.

The second friend I visited lives in a beautiful part of Queens called Astoria. It was so fun to explore her neighborhood and she took me to Rockefeller Center, Chelsea Market, and perhaps the most beautiful place in the whole city, Kleinfelds. I did a good job of NOT remembering that if I had been engaged by this trip I would have made an appointment at Kleinfelds and that maybe my dream of being on a TLC wedding show would have come to true. It really didn’t cross my mind. ๐Ÿ™‚ Anyway, this friend and I are kindred spirits as we like to say. We say the same things at the same time and laugh at the same stupid things. This is my frugal friend and I mean that in the nicest of ways. She kept me grounded and on my budget. Then another friend from the DC area met up with us and we had girly time the night before I left. This friend is getting married in October and I’m so honored to have been asked to be in her wedding! I was so lucky to be able to catch up with so many people!

So yes, New York City is amazing but I am such a Chicago-loving-freak. Here’s why:
1. They don’t have alleyways in NYC so all the trash bags go on the street in piles. It’s so gross. I can’t.
2. I can own a car in Chicago, but I could never own one in NYC. They have a great transit system but I love that I have the option of either here in Chi-town.
3. Going through Times Square was like being on crack, I couldn’t focus on one thing, I barely heard my friend talking, and I was just over-stimulated the whole time. (Sidebar: I don’t do drugs, therefore this analogy may not make any sense to those of you who do. For all I know, Times Square could be nothing like being on crack.)
4. They don’t do no-chip manicures in NYC!! Hello, what is the one princess-y thing I indulge in? It’s not my hair or my clothes, it’s my nails! NYC has to get it together cause my mani from there is awful.
5. I just love people from the Midwest and being close to my family.

So all in all, it was a successful trip and I can’t wait to go back! Just because I don’t want to live there doesn’t mean I don’t want to visit again! Next time though, I’ll bring the Scottish- not because I’m co-dependent, but because he’s never seen New York and damn it, he should.

I believe I previously mentioned that the Scottish and I were going to host a Superbowl Party. Well we did and it was a huge success! People came, people watched, people bet, people ate, and people won. It’s going to be an annual thing for us I think, I really want to be known as the couple that hosts the Superbowl Party, and next year everyone’s invited! Yay! Donations for extra-large TV begin now. ๐Ÿ™‚ Anywho, my Scottish did so well buying the groceries and helping me get ready since I was off living it up with my girls, and I owe him a huge thank-you!

This blog is all over the place but I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY! My brain wants to explode after a week and a half without writing!

If you go to NYC, go to Momofuku Milk Bar- it’s amazing.
I only gained half a pound after four days of eating what I wanted and going over my points. I walked a ton and never ate so much that I felt sick. Now I’m back on the wagon and doing well.
The 9/11 memorial is so stunning, I highly recommend visiting it when you can. It’s a great tribute to those we lost.
Thank you to my awesome friends for hosting me and making my vacation so lovely!
I developed a minor crush on a man who worked with alligators, long story, but he had a wedding ring on so it’ll never work, and it just made me miss my Scottish even more.

OK phew, I think I’m done.

Quote: “It isn’t like the rest of the country- it is like a nation itself- more tolerant than the rest in a curious way. Littleness gets swallowed up here. All the viciousness that makes other cities vicious is sucked up and absorbed in New York.” John Steinbeck

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