every now and again
My name is Elise Krepcho, I live in Virginia Beach, VA. I have a Bachelor of Music with a concentration in Vocal Performance which is apparently a great degree for teaching. When I was 26 years old, my husband and I had our first son, Indiana. This blog is where I hope to share my thoughts with you. Thoughts on art, culture and about doing my best at being a good mom.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
coolest family
This is amazing. I think about the possibility of this happening in my own family- then I think of Keith playing rhythm instruments and I can’t stop laughing….also, I’d need a girl.
My husband’s close friend, Blair Sligar, has been featured on Monocle.
Check it out, here.
Featured on Monocle for keepin’ it real. I love this guy…he was once a music major then stopped going to college for music and starting building things with his hands. While we were in college, he sang with me in one of the best concerts I’ve ever been a part of and I used to feed him hot dogs, cheese and sweet tea at like 1 in the morning. I’m so proud of him!
Echo . Romeo . Kilo: sleep.
Thinking about resurrecting this. My old, other blog. I feel like half of my followers on my parenting blog meant to follow this other blog. Because it’s not about parenting. And that half of followers doesn’t seem to be about parenting either.
I just can’t remember my password, or the e mail i used to set it up. Rats.
Every night around 7:30pm, I get really, really tired. I make it a point to tell everyone around me, aying things like, “Oooohhh my gaaawwwshh! I am SOOO TIIIRED!!!” letting the yawp gush forth from my wide-open, yawning mouth. I jam my index fingers into my eyes, sometimes letting my glasses…
Play DOH!
I bought Indy one of those 4 color Play Doh sets today. This is his first journey into that mushy, strange smelling, textural, stick-to-the-bottom-of-your-socks world and so far, he loves it. Nevertheless, I find myself glancing over at him (in the foyer of our apt- per my rules- NOT ON THE CARPET!) wincing because he’s MIXING THE COLORS TOGETHER. Isn’t that like a cardinal sin?!
In other news, I called in an order to Chipotle today for Keith to pick up on his way home from work. (whenever I do the online ordering, our order is completely wrong) He just called to tell me they were out of black beans. WHAT!? Did someone order a bowl of just black beans? How do you run out? Strangely, I’m overly upset about this. Indy may not take to it kindly either. We shall see.
LET ME START BY THANKING YOU. Thank you for not being a creeper, or a weirdo, or speaking to me in a different language. Thank you. Thank you for being an actual person!
The story of Indiana’s name is kind of funny. Much to my chagrin, I wanted to name him something else. Something a little less adventurous but still unique. The name ‘Miles’ was at the top of my list as was ‘Silas’ and ‘August’…but my husband, in his infinite wisdom, decided he liked the name ‘Indiana’ and although we’re both HUGE film nerds, we didn’t really name him after Indiana Jones (even though that’s what we tell people now that he has an awesome scar in the same place as Henry Jones Jr.’s), he just liked the sound of that name. So after we found out that we were having a boy, he just started referring to the baby as ‘Indiana’ and after about 2 months of hearing it, it stuck. I love it! I still get a lot of weird looks from people when they ask what his name is, but I don’t care!
Thanks again!
Look how happy this guy made me! Don’t you wanna join the fun? Ask me anything!
The Ants Go Marching
I’m pretty sure I’m the only mom in the world who sings “The Ants Go Marching” with 3 modulations and a picardy 3rd at the end. Anyone? Anyone?
Mom!
For some reason, Indy has dropped the “..my” of Mommy and is calling me “Mom” now. My heart is breaking a little…but it’s also super adorable.
*sqawk sqawk*
Oh no. I think Indy loves slapstick. He watches “Pingu” and dies laughing every time. Just replace the penguin and his family with the three stooges and you’ll have the same incomprehensible muttering accompanied by ludacris situations as “Cash and Carry.”
Nevertheless, even though I hate slapstick comedy, and I can’t see any real reason they decided to have the characters in this show make a bunch of annoying noises instead if just talking normally, Indy can fully understand what’s going on. He’ll look at me periodically and let me in on the plot of the episode.
Thanks, son.
This is a picture of me and a few from the cast of The King & I.
I’m posting this because in the future I want to remember that at one point in my life, I looked like this. I got dressed up, wore lipstick and va-va-voomed around which is sometimes easy for moms to forget.
I’m turning 30 this year. Blech.
OKAY- Anon is now OFF.
