Posts Tagged ‘Andrew’


Pillow Talk – ‘Da Middle

August 20, 2010

No – I don’t mean that kind of ‘Pillow Talk’.  Well, sort of I do.  Pillow talk in this house means the VERY random conversations Andrew & I have right before we fall asleep.  If most people could be a fly on the wall I’m sure they’d be very amused, we usually are.  Where am I going with this?  The other night was a classic ‘pillow talk’ night.

A little background, our first mattress was a queen-sized, but very old bed from when I first graduated from school, (aka cheap).  It didn’t take long before 2 people on the bed started to make it sag in the middle.  Every night getting in to bed I would say to Andrew – “Hey, you’re in the middle of ‘da bed”.  And he he was.  He would try to roll to the outside, but inevitably we would both end up sliding to the middle of our sloped bed.  It became a running joke.

Fast forward to our new house…and our nice new mattress.  While we no longer sliiiide down to the middle, Andrew still likes to tease me by climbing in first & taking up the middle of ‘da bed.  Resulting in me needing to claim my half.  The other night I was all comfy in bed – when Andrew arrived & told me ‘I’ was in the middle of the bed.  No way!  I was on my half.  This quickly resulted in some pushing and shoving and ultmately, 2 grown married adults were counting the headboard bars to determine exactly where the ‘middle’ was!  Yup, we counted.  We now know exactly where the middle of our bed is – thank goodness for that! 🙂  You would think a married couple wouldn’t need to know this, all that snuggling & cuddling…but we do, if you don’t know where the middle is, how do you know when you’re there!?  Of course that night both of us had to be as CLOSE to the middle as possible without going over…just to annoy eachother, but what fun would it be if you didn’t push the limit.

So, that’s just a little insight into some of the randomness that goes on in our house on a daily basis…I couldn’t make it up if I tried.



August 14, 2010


We were recently the lucky recipients of a piano donation!  Aunt Jane and Uncle Kevin had a piano in their house that they no longer used.  Since Andrew enjoys playing, and they needed an excuse to revamp their living room, we graciously accepted their offer to donate it to us!

So the other day we waited for the movers to show up in the early afternoon, which inevitably ended up being early evening.  Can someone explain to me why it is so difficult for movers to be on time?  Or even give you a reasonable timeframe?  It just seems odd to me that after ‘years of business’, they still struggle with this.  But I digress.  These movers were actually quite lovely, they offered to call a half hour before, so at least we could go out & not feel like we would miss them.  I recommend Piano Movers Inc. if anyone needs to move a piano.

So now we have this great piano in our playroom.  At first Maya was confused why it was in her playroom rather than grandma & grandpa’s…but it wasn’t long before she was up on the bench banging away!  What can I say, the girl likes to make noise.  And of course we support her habit, with the help of friends.  Maya now has a life sized piano, a ‘Maya-sized’ but very real guitar, a drum with other assorted musical toys…and theirs always the pots & pans she has full access to.  With any luck she’ll get some of her dad’s musicality.  I just hope the neighbors don’t mind too much! 


It’s that time…

August 13, 2010

Football season is here!  Which means that I am a single mother for at least 4 hours, if not many more, a week!  Why is it that when the Patriots are on, things that used to get done by my otherwise very helpful husband, suddenly don’t.  As an example – first preseason game last night – came downstairs after putting Maya to bed and the dishes were still in the sink.  Bummer!  Where was the hubby?  On the couch.  Glued to the game…ahhh, it’s the season.  At least it’s only a few hours a week.  Imagine if he was glued to the Red Sox or Celtics for every game?  I’d be in big trouble.  Not that he doesn’t watch both, but the Patriots are priority.

My only saving grace is that Maya also happens to love football!  Maybe it’s because it was always on when she was an infant, or maybe it’s all the cheering, but for some reason it keeps her attention longer than anything else on TV.  Tonight was no different.  She sat in her chair, staring at the TV…and then she started cheering, clapping, making little hand gestures, asking for more.  It was hilarious!  What can I say, she’s a true daddy’s girl.  With the 2 of them so into the Patriots…maybe I should go get a mani/pedi!  Hmm…when do they play again? 🙂


Oh the Goats…

August 5, 2010

Just when you think a conversation may die…those sneaky little goats come right up and get you!

What do I mean by this?  Well, Uncle Kevin – who has been mentioned on this blog before for his fantastic ‘listing’ abilities, has a great kinship with Andrew.  And this is the email he recently sent to both of us:

SUBJECT: Tired of mowing your lawn?


While enjoying my breakfast this morning, I came across this article in the Wall Street Journal.  I knew you would be interested.   Free Range Landscaping

Here is another link for you:

Best, Kevin

If you take just a moment out of your day to read the article & check out the website you’ll immediately see why I am at a loss.  With legitimate enterprises like the WSJ taking on the case for goats…my argument gets dimmer by the minute.

Never fear (my neighbors in particular), there will be NO goat at 71 Barry Family Drive* – but it seems we will have to keep talking about it for a good long time!

If you’re curious, Andrew’s response was this:

Hi Kevin,
Thank you for this.  I am both elated by fact that this concept is gaining steam, and frustrated by my own failure to capitalize on this.  Please let me know if you have any interest in becoming a business partner in such an enterprise.


There will also be NO Goat enterprises at 71 Barry Family Drive* either – if I have anything to say about it.

My furry little friends it seems you will forever be with us, in conversation that is.  Thanks Uncle Kevin for keeping the ‘Goats’ alive!! 🙂

*Addressed changed to protect those involved.


Plum Pickin’

August 1, 2010

I’ve noticed that Plums are becoming a theme in this blog lately – which is funny since I never even had a plum before I met Andrew!  I was more of the strawberries, bananas & apples kind of girl.  I think those were the only fruits I ate growing up.  This is definitely NOT true for Maya!  She loves almost every fruit.  Especially watermelon!  But she also loves anything she can eat herself, whole pears were one of her first favorites.  Forget it when we get to the fruit section of the grocery store…I can’t make it through without letting her chow on a nectarine!

But I digress…this is about Plums, particularly the plum tree in our yard.  Yup, that’s right we have our very own plum tree in our front yard.  I’m the type of person who wouldn’t eat from anything that I hadn’t taken care of, but Andrew will try anything that looks okay.  Thus, just the other night we were all in our front yard chewing on these small, but I must admit very yummy plums.  Maya LOVES them!  She especially loves that she can pick them herself.  She HATES when I have to take it away half way through to remove the pit (imagine a lovely little tantrum and not wanting to take it back all squished up).  But it’s been fun having our own plum tree – we even shared with the neighbors.

I don’t think we will be a fruit farm anytime soon, but we do have a pear tree & 2 apple trees as well.  The apples are plentiful, but insects seem to have ruined them before we could spray.  No pears this year, but we’re hopeful for next year.  So we enjoyed our plums the last few days and now all we have to do is figure out how to explain to Maya that they’re all gone & she can’t pick them anymore….hmmm!



July 12, 2010

Amidst all of our PI preparation we had a sad day yesterday.  Andrew’s beloved Gramps passed away somewhat unexpectedly.  He was a wonderful, kind, caring soul who will forever be loved an missed.  Although he is gone today, I see so much of him live on in Andrew.  So many wonderful things!  Just to list a few:

1.  A twinkle in every smile.  Gramps always had a smile and a ‘how are ya’ for everyone, no matter who you were.

2. A GRAND sense of adventure.  The war stories we heard about his travels in Germany sounded fantastic.

3. A love of the simple things.  ‘Betty – did you try those muffins…wow are those good!’

4. A little bit of mischeif.  Always trying to get something by someone…but usually telling on himself in the end.

5. A great love & devotion for his wife.  Though we can only hope to be married as long as they were, almost 60 years, the most amazing thing to see was how they cared for eachother, they were the best of friends.

All in all Gramps loved LIFE.  He loved his Patriots…and the other Boston teams too.  ‘Can you believe it?’ he’d say about every little trade, change or bad play.  He loved to see his grandchildren.  And loved Maya to pieces! There will be so many good things said about Gramps in the next week, but it will never be enough.  All I can say is I’m glad a little, or a lot of him lives on in my Andrew.  So thanks gramps!  Thanks for all you did to make us smile! We promise to do our best to pass it on to your girl Maya!  Love you forever!

Gramps meets Maya

A handsome man & his bride

Gramps FAVORITE Maya picture!

Wow – it’s been a while!

June 11, 2010

When I look back at my blog I cannot believe how long it has been since I last posted!  So much has gone on since that last Birthday it’s hard to know where to start.  But I’d definitely like to start to blog again.  Life as a Barry has kept me on my toes and having a place to put random thoughts sounds great!  So to catch up from…well, 2 years ago here’s what’s gone on…

While in Australia I suffered a miscarriage, it was difficult & sad, but was likely the reason I stopped blogging for the most part.  What I learned from this experience was that it happens to more people than I ever imagined.  I found plenty of support & although we think about ‘the pea’ and our initial excitement every now and again, we grieved and continue on.

In October 2008 I found out I was pregnant again, and this time it stuck!  The due date was July 4th, 2009.  Pregnancy was pretty good to me overall.  I was queasy all day long in the beginning and struggled with what I can only call a slight form of depression.  But once the first tri-mester ended, I started to feel great & it lasted to the end…the VERY end!  More on that later…

In the mean time it was time to move out of our itty bitty apartment in Concord & find a house.  After LOTS of looking in a variety of towns…we found a home that was just right for us back in Andrew’s hometown of Chelmsford.  We put our agent through the ringer, but couldn’t be happier with our new house.  Andrew & our families got to work painting, cleaning and getting us moved in February.  I was pretty useless given my pregnant state…but I’ve never run so many errands in my life!

Fast forward to July 2009 – the official ‘waiting’ begins.  I was in & out of the doctor’s office for all of my regular visits…only to walk out with – nothing.  No movement, no progression nothing.  On my due date we were at Plum Island for the 4th of July & I was big.  I thought there was no way I would be back there the next weekend…WRONG!

July 15th – my 30th birthday rolls around, NO WAY was I going to still be pregnant…WRONG!  I was VERY pregnant when we celebrated at an Irish pub.  Two weeks late & it was time to ‘evict’ the kid!  After a day in the hospital for one drug and getting sent home, we went back on the 17th for pitocin.  After starting at 7am the contractions only got stronger & stronger.  By 4pm I was ALL DONE I was ready for an epidural and it was was my BEST friend!  My family came to visit around 5:30pm beccause they just couldn’t wait any longer.  Not long after they came in my water broke…with everyone in the room, the look on my uncle’s face was priceless.  But we stil had a ways to go.  There was more waiting, lots of clicking on the epidural button.  Sometime in the middle of the night I was ready to push.  20 minutes of pushing and FINALLY at 3:11am Maya Carmody Barry arrived!  9lbs 15oz small!  (I maintain she had a small head & therefore the pushing wasn’t so bad).  I was SHOCKED she was a girl.  Everyone thought we were having a boy…so I thought so too…but she suprised us, as she continues to do every day.

Now we’re coming up on Maya’s 1st birthday & I can’t believe it. The last year has been a blur of exhaustion & greatness.  I’m looking forward to keeping up on all of the firsts, seconds and beyond here, and only hope I can keep up better than I have in the past!

So – if you’re bored and looking for some entertainment, that’s what I hope this blog will be for you.  There’s never a dull moment in this house…hold on to your hats!!