High-End-Chair

>> Thursday, May 14, 2009

I am a spoiled brat. I am, and I'm the first to admit it. My parents made sure that my sister and I always had everything -- every single thing -- we ever wanted. They still do, to some degree, although more with my sister than with me these days, now that I'm a grown woman and out of the house.

Bill, though not quite as spoiled as I am, has come from a similar family -- they have a beautiful house, nice things, cars that run, etc. They eat well, go out to nice places and take great vacations.

So the two of us, together, have come to realize that when it comes to the things we buy and how we operate, when we really want them done, we don't fuck around. We don't half-ass and our shit is nice.













For example: the baby's nursery. After much idea-searching and pattern-ogling, we decided on argyle for one of the walls. The whole geometric thing is so "in" in nursery design these days -- diamonds and boxes and whatnot -- but I'm not about to have what everybody else has, and we love argyle, so painting one of the walls that way is an easy way to have a beautiful design that stands out. My father -- the king of detail-oriented paint jobs -- stepped in, and a couple of re-dos and about two months later, the wall looks gorgeous. And Bill's mother added crown molding, so now the nursery is the most elegant room in the house. Because we don't fuck around.

I probably should have separated these two posts, because, while there was no question that the design of the nursery would be perfect (and the ridiculously expensive, intricate baby room would in no way be perfect for us), this next item is more on that if-we-had-the-money wish list.

And we do not have the money.

In today's Parents.com e-mail, the writer suggested checking out some of the higher-end highchair companies, one of them being Bloom Baby. Well, the company offers a colorful, easy-to-clean chair called the Fresco Loft, which serves an infant recliner, highchair and toddler seat, all in one pneumatic, 360-degree swivel. Amazing, and the idea is that this one chair can follow your child until he or she is ready for the big girl/big boy seat at the dinner table. I think it's genius. And I want one.

I found some online sites that sell these chairs, and, unfortunately, they are $500. Way out of our price range. The chair we registered for is only $100.

But look how nice it is.

I really like it.

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Steph and Bill

We officially met at Rowan University, in Bozorth Hall, in publication layout class in January 2003: Bill was a student, I was the professor’s helper. He kept pretending he didn’t know how to make bulleted lists, but I knew he just wanted me to keep running over to his computer.


We basically moved in together and started dating at the same time, and spent a couple of years hanging out and dreaming about the future and driving up and down the NJ Turnpike from our parents houses to “our” apartment in Glassboro, until we both moved back home after graduation from grad school. Where the pressure to get married already really started.


On June 17, 2005, I suggested we go into the city to see the Empire State Building, because it was something neither of us had ever done. On the walk from the train, I put on my left hand a ring he had given me for Christmas — I said I didn’t need a ring to know we were going to get married, and anytime he got around to it was fine. Whatever. Typical Steph-fighting-words.


When we got to the Empire State Building, I tried to go inside, but he kept me outside, saying how big the building was. I said, yeah, that’s great, let’s go inside, and started to walk toward the door. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to kiss and hug me, and said, Take that ring off that hand. If you’re going to have a ring on that hand, it has to be the right one. And he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a box and got down on his knee on the New York concrete and proposed. People coming out of the building stopped to watch. I cried.


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Miss Maeberry

Miss Maeberry came into our lives on March 24, 2007. She was born Jan. 11 of that year in the Poconos, and we rescued her as soon as we could. (Not really, but, well, we were glad to bring her home from the breeders’.) She was a tiny, scared, little bundle of fur … and then she grew up. Aside from the plethora of health issues she has, she’s a bit crazy. But we love her anyway.


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Xavier Shea

The love of all of our lives, and the main subject of this blog. Xavier came into our lives on Aug. 1, 2009, and quickly shot up both on the growth charts and in our hearts.


Let’s not waste anymore time here and just get to it, shall we?

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