January at Home

Our first month in was all about unpacking old treasures from storage…

then finding a place for them…

then adding to what we were missing…

It was all consuming, with the baby still not weaned (and still probably thinking we were going to move again any minute), Michael traveling, me working part-time…it was intense.

BUT—

The fruits of our labor paid off most in the baby’s room. When G was born we lived in the floor-through of a brownstone, so we really didn’t have a baby’s room to decorate. Now we do, so we put all of our elbow grease there. His room is pretty much ready to go…but I need a little help with the finishing touches.

It started with a blue pedal car we got him from One Kings Lane for his first birthday.

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Then this Union Jack rug we found on Gilt group.

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A friend turned me to Ikea for shelving, which I don’t think I would have considered before…but she was right. It works perfectly for a little one’s stuff.

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Plus I totally stole her idea of getting these really cute baskets for his toys from The Land of Nod.

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We REALLY wanted to move him into a toddler bed but decided it wasn’t time yet, so we just grabbed a white crib from Target to tide us over for hopefully another 6 months.

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To pull a little of the antique vibe into the room he has this chest of drawers from an antique sale somewhere that Michael refinished. Along with Deborah’s (our former land lady’s) old tonsu chest. Michael refinished this as well.

The Ikea coffee table in the middle of the room serves it’s purpose as a play table and a storage space and it’s bigger than your average little kid’s table so there’s room to spread out.

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Then we added in these little chairs from the Container Store.

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We still need a chair in the corner for story time and maybe some sort of window treatment. We got custom blinds from Home Depot…but maybe a Roman Shade?

On the walls we put his great board from his naming party. All the names he could have been.

Michael had these animation cells from Mighty Mouse

and Disney’s Robin Hood.

We found this vintage type-set poster—the frame isn’t right—

And I also got him these from Etsy—but they’re tiny and I’m not sure where (if) they go.

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Of course the piece de resistance is this giant hand from Spamalot. Michael’s going to make it into a light-box.

Here it is all together…

Reading

Even though I’ve enjoyed some great parties and a few dance floors in my day, I am really at my best when I get to be anti-social.

Reading and writing are really my 2 favorite things to do, and now adding children’s books into the mix has me in heaven. Reading bedtime stories is the best part of my day.

I tried to go on Goodreads to make digital shelves of my favorite books so I could share them all and get reading recommendations, etc, etc, but…I couldn’t do it. I just can’t join one more social networking site. The thought of it makes my teeth hurt.

So I’ll just have to find out about new books the old fashioned way…from a friend…or when my interest is peaked in a certain subject (like Downton Abbey—hello Buccaneers).

Here are a few favorite reads of 2011—

Hotel Du Lac-Anita Brookner. What a superb book. It’s elegant, graceful and mysterious…right up until the very end. It tells the story of the underbelly of love through the life of an exhausted writer of love stories. When she tries to escape her own tumultuous love life, she just finds herself back in the same place again. Although it would be just as enjoyable on the beach, this is a great winter blues read. It’s perfect with a warm drink and a soft blanket.

Mrs. Astor Regrets: The Hidden Betrayals of a Family Beyond Reproach-Meryl Gordon. I’ve never read a sort of ‘tell-all’ book like this before, nor do I listen to audio books, but this is a great book to listen to. I listened to it when we were settling into our first temporary apartment and it was very entertaining (plus, you could walk out of the room, return and feel like you didn’t really miss anything that would make you lose the plot). It tells the story of the end of Brooke Astor’s life and the trouble her son and daughter-in-law got into while managing her assets.

Bossypants-Tina Fey. She’s funny. In the middle of the night, when the boys were sound asleep, I’d giggle under the covers. You just have to read it and see for yourself. One of my favorite things about the book is the retelling of the happy accident of Tina Fey going back on SNL to play Sarah Palin. She includes pages of the script from her original scene with Amy Poehler with Seth Meyer’s edits. It’s just too good.

The 19th Wife: A Novel-David Ebershoff. This is an historical fiction, which frustrates me and fascinates me at the same time. I’m not entirely on board when facts are twisted into the author’s own made up version of things, but it made for a page turner in this case. The basis of the story is the founding of the tenants of Mormonism including plural marriage. The story is primarily based on the story of Elizabeth Young, one of Brigham Young’s wives.

A Season of Splendor: The Court of Mrs. Astor in Gilded Age New York-Greg King. After learning a little bit more about Mrs. Astor, I was intrigued about her history, or rather the history of the family that came before her. This was a terrific book that read like a biography of an entire era in America’s history. The mid to late 1800s and the very early 1900s, for some, was a time when huge fortunes were made and spent extravagantly (like on parties where a monkey dressed in a tuxedo was the guest of honor).

The Age of Innocence-Edith Wharton. A classic story of unrequited love in the face of strict social rules. Reading the history of the Gilded Age made me want to revisit Edith Wharton. She won the Pulitzer Prize for this book and deservedly so. The writing is sublime and the story is heartbreaking. Apparently she had 3 different endings for this book before she published.

I Was a Dancer-Jacques D’Amboise. This book is so much fun. Mr. d’Amboise clearly enjoys life and his writing is hysterical. His descriptions of various experiences in his life had me in stitches in the bathtub. He was an original company member of New York City Ballet so there is a lot of history from a young man’s perspective. If you’re a Balanchine fan or want to become one, this book is full of personal stories of Jacques’ time with him. My favorite parts of the book are the footnotes. Some of them are full page stories of their own.

Why A Blog?

I hesitated about joining the world of bloggers, especially when it came to the realm of parent bloggers.  I was afraid I might become a hermit caught in a perpetual tech loop leaving my child unfed and unloved.  Plus, right now, I feel I don’t have as much to add to the conversation as I need to take from it.  My son is 20 months old and so far he’s had lead poisoning and been homeless for 8 months.  So if you’d like advice on how to avoid these pitfalls of parenting, I’m your gal, otherwise for now, ask someone else.

But then something surprising happened.  When we did unexpectedly have to leave our (beloved) lead paint filled, Upper West Side apartment, we embarked on a stressful, but very adventurous period of displacement.  In order to stay positive and have a sense of humor about the whole dastardly affair, I took to the interwebs to keep family and friends informed of our whereabouts via blogging.  What I discovered was two-fold.  First, blogging was incredibly efficient.  Second, it was counter-intuitive.  While all this time I thought blogging would hem me in, I discovered it did the exact opposite.  Blogging about where we were, what we were doing and how we were living, made me do it better.  I actually dug deeper into the places we stayed, I investigated the surrounding neighborhoods I didn’t normally frequent.  In essence blogging got me out into the world more, it got me to pay closer attention to things.

So I thought, if blogging was able to illuminate and engage me more deeply in my, albeit unusual, day to day, it will hopefully shine some light on the murkier waters of parenting for me.  Then I came across this little factoid from the Parentlode on Huffington Post: Lisa Belkin: Mom Bloggers, A Force To Be Reckoned With.  Look at this excerpt—

A study released this weekend shows that while only 14 percent of American mothers have a blog (and you thought it was everyone you knew?) those who do are more politically aware, socially involved and, might I add, better educated, than the average woman with children (52 percent have a college degree compared with 37 of mothers nationwide.) They are wealthier too (with an average household income of $84,000 which is $14,000 higher than the national average.)

This was posted in response to many news organizations harassing ‘mommy bloggers’ (who are a pretty powerful target market demographic or else no one would probably really care), accusing them of being too busy blogging to raise their children well.

Bonjour

This is my first post since I am no longer a vagabond.

During our year of displacement, I kept friends and family updated on our whereabouts via blogging on a site called The Homeless Os.

I discovered I enjoyed blogging so much, that I decided to continue even after we had a home, but it seemed like bad luck to stay under the name The Homeless Os.

So I came up with La Maison Loup and moved all the posts from The Homeless Os over here, just as a reminder of how far we’ve come.

I am not French.

My maiden name is Wolf and every good domain name with the word Wolf in it was taken.

BUT-we did get to spend some time in Paris this summer (click on The Travel Loup Category if you’re curious) and it’s still with me…so Loup is the French word for Wolf.

My husband and I really thought about a good blog name and came up with InTheLoup.com. We thought it was so clever. ‘In the Loop!’ we laughed. ‘It’s a double entendre! It sounds like, stay in the loop, in English, but means Wolf in French! HaHaHa! How brilliant!’

But of course, if you pronounce the word Loup properly, it is pronounced Loo. So that would be…IntheLoo…dot com.

And while that title still seemed very internationale encompassing the French word for Wolf AND the British term for Toilet, I thought better of it.

Triple entendres seem ominous and I don’t want to start off on the wrong foot. So I scooped up the available domain, LeMaisonLoup, or The House of Wolf and here we are.

Moving Week

Moving Week

I swear to you, on Sunday evening, December 18th, the eve of our moving day…I became almost as ill as I was when I got back from Paris.  I’ll spare you the details…but Nanny Rigsby…our new hero and personal savior…went to meet the movers by himself Monday morning at storage and oversaw the whole move.

He said, ‘I’m British.  I love telling people what to do.  I’m born and bred for it really.’

I’m not sure how I’ll ever repay him, or any one of our amazing friends and family who came through for us during this weird, perfect storm of 2011.

Monday afternoon, when I finally dragged my feverish, nauseous self out of Jane (after cleaning, packing and sorting out the baby) I got to the new place and this is what it looked like…

But by Tuesday evening, we (even though I had eaten nothing but applesauce) had it looking like this…he did ALL of the Christmas decorating.

The bedrooms, however, still looked like this…

If you were wondering if that photo above is of a life size cut-out of Michael, you would be correct.  It is.  And if you were also thinking…did the movers stop and take pictures of each other with their arms around said cut-out?  They did.

Rigsby has a fantastically bizarre obsession with Chinatown.  So on Friday, before he left I told him I would take him to the restaurant of his choosing downtown.  So of course he leads me down to some crazy place that I couldn’t even find again if I tried.  It had no sign and just a couple of escalators heading up to nowhere.

When you got to the top of the escalators you were let out into a room capable of seating 1200 people.  It was ridiculous.  1200 people?  It was like 3 city blocks long.  There were women with carts pushing around soup and dim sum and boiled chicken’s feet.  You would take something and they would mark it off on your bill.  We must had had 25 different things.  When the bill came it was only $30.00.  Classic Nanny Rigsby.

After he left I was so sad.  We missed him so much.  BUT—there was work to be done and Christmas to be had and a plane to catch on Christmas day to see Michael in Texas.

I had the opportunity to upgrade to first class for a small fee on that Christmas day flight, and dear Reader, I took it.  It was glorious.  When we arrived in Texas, Michael and his family scooped up the baby and I went to bed at 7pm and slept for 16 hours.

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