Whoorlpalooza and Cupcakes!

Baby Bug and I have been hanging with Whoorl and Anders lately. The first day she needed company to run errands (’cause you can’t just leave your baby in the car while you run in and return your hospital breast pump) and the second day we walked the mall backwards and forwards while about 100 real estate agents threw an open house in her home! Her landlord is selling her house right out from underneath her. Talk about stress for a brand new parent. First you have the worry of where you are going to live next and then you find out you can’t even go home for four hours straight. Not exactly what you want to deal with when you’re still trying to figure out the hang of being a parent. Poor Whoorl, it’s been a little scary for her.

In our bumbling way, Baby Bug and I are doing our best to help make Whoorl feel better. I don’t know if it’s really working since we are walking germ circuses but still at least we can offer some friendly conversation and blow smiley raspberries at her.

What do you do when you get kicked out of your comfort zone? You eat comfort food of course! We went to Whoorl’s favorite cupcake store, Sprinkles. Actually, it was completely her idea. I didn’t even know this place existed. But if I had, I totally would have taken her there. It is soooo cool. Only a perfectionist like Whoorl would truly appreciate the art that is a cupcake from Sprinkles.

Why would anyone would pay $3.75 for a cupcake? Because it’s all about design. Every detail from the boxes they pack the perfectly round cupcakes in, to the lightly tinted whipped icing and little belly button top decoration, to the bamboo wooden forks you eat with… everything is thought out and a thing of beauty. Not to mention yummy!

We took our cupcakes to Whoorl’s house to eat them. While Whoorl fed Ander’s, Baby Bug and I hung out in her living room and took some stealth pictures of her groovy house.

How cool is Whoorl’s house? It’s like a shrine to good design. This is just the tip of the ice berg. I would have way more pictures but at the time I didn’t have Whoorl’s permission to be taking pictures and I felt kind of bad being a spy. But how can you not take pictures in a house this cool when you have a spy camera and you are just sitting there waiting around? A secret agent’s gotta do what a secret agent’s gotta do. Of course now I do have her permission to post them, so all’s fine and dandy. Just wait until next time I go over there. I’ll be taking a picture of every nook and cranny. I love her house. If I had a couple million dollars, I’d buy it.

And now because I’m cruel, I’ll finish this post up with a virtual cupcake for you to eat. It’s dark chocolate. Eat up!

Hot Jogga-mama

My quest to find a jogger stroller might be over! My neighbor, a guy I like to call “The Friendly Dad”, is going to hook me up with a free one. FREE! Rock on. Blogs are good for something. Actually I don’t think he read that post where I asked about jogger strollers. I think he just knew somebody who had one and being the friendly guy that he is, he offered it to me while we were chatting at the park and swinging our babies.

Have you noticed how much friendlier people are when you have a kid? It’s like having a puppy but less flirty. I can’t believe it. I meet people every day who want to hang out with me and my kid. It must be because she is so cute. I don’t think it’s my captivating conversation skills because I’m shy in public and I have a mouse voice that nobody can ever hear.

Back in the day when I was a singleton I used to mope around coffee shops and pretend to read or draw in my journal, just wishing that some stranger would come up and say hi to me. Nobody ever did. Now I’m minding my own business, wishing to be invisible because I have baby food smeared all over my fore arm, and people are coming out of the woodwork to talk to me. It’s kinda nice.

I’ve actually contemplated making up cards with some kind of funny illustration of a mom and then a line for a play date time and day and my phone number or email or something. I don’t know, that idea is still percolating but I think it might be a good idea because I’ve wished I had something handy and cute (but not too pretentious) to hand out more than one time. I’ll keep you posted on that. Maybe even make printable pdf’s. (It’s about time I gave away something on this site.)

So back to the Friendly Dad. (I hope you don’t mind me calling you that Mr. B.) I’m just not accustomed to my neighbors actually being nice to me. I’ve been invited over for lemonade, I’ve met his wife and kids. I was invited to a block party, but I chickened out last minute and didn’t go and now I’m getting the hook up (hopefully) for a FREE jogger stroller. The Friendly Dad rules.

Hopefully since I’m blogging about this I’ll actually get up in the morning and take a jog with the stroller. You’ll have to keep me accountable, internet.