if you need a doula in the twin cities, this is the one you need

Before Amelia even got pregnant with this baby of ours, she was insistent that we would need a doula. I wasn’t really interested at first, because I felt like I would be able to take care of my wife, dammit, and I didn’t need any help at all! She also insisted on taking the recommended pre natal supplements by actual women, s she did, and thankfully that went pretty well.

Midway through the pregnancy, things got a little weird with the place we were planning on birthin’ this baby. Some red flags shot up based on the care we were receiving, so hiring a doula became more appealing to me. I tend to get defensive and protective of the people in my life and we decided that might not bode well if I wound up in fisticuffs with a doctor while my wife was in labor.

We interviewed two doulas before we knew we found the one for us. The first one was great and we didn’t have any concerns about her at all. She asked who the other doula was that we were interviewing and when we told her, she looked like someone had run over her puppy. I’m paraphrasing, but she said something like, “Yeah, you’ll go with her.” And she’s right. We did.

Meet our doula, Alissa Fountain or she’s here on Facebook if you’re more into that kind of thing. I would just hashtag her amazeballs and be done with it, but you need to know more.

When you meet Alissa, she’s this immediate calming presence. If you know me, you know I’m the exact opposite of that, but yet when I was in a room with her, I could feel that presence and that doesn’t happen often for me.

 

 

why whirlyball is the greatest thing in the world

Bumper cars, whiffle balls and flinging it across a closed off room in an attempt to try to get it into a circle with a 20 inch diameter. That’s why it’s the greatest thing in the world. Or at least in the top 100 greatest things in the world.

First a visual:

It’s a shaky video, but playing WhirlyBall isn’t exactly the smoothest thing in the world!

See, Amelia and I first saw this building, which used to be an old movie theater, slowly developing into this WhirlyBall place and we had no idea what it is. My wife, who would probably choose to marry Google instead of me if it were legal, looked it up and saw that it was quite possibly the coolest thing in the world… except it just wasn’t open yet.

Time passed, probably years and years, and it was time for my Bachelorish party. Jenni tried to get a group together, but finding a time in the summer where 10 people are available isn’t kind of tricky… and I didn’t really give her that big of a list to begin with for people that I wanted to spend my last single days with. So, we didn’t get a chance to try it out then.

And then finally, our friend Andy drafted 10 people and WHIRLYBALL WAS ON.

Basically, you split into two teams. One team shoots on one end and vice versa. The wiffle ball gets passed from player to player (or launched down the court) with lacrosse like scoops. The end goal is to hit a circle that’s several feet off the ground. It sounds easy and I suppose it could be, except there’s not a lot of people that can accurately aim a wiffle ball on a regular basis, you know?

If you have a WhirlyBall location in your area, go do it. As Kristin yelled to me on Sunday while we were ramming into each other, it’s impossible not to smile the entire the time you’re playing. Our team got smoked three out of four quarters on Sunday, but you laugh and smile the whole time. It’s a relatively safe game, but there is some random jarring when someone t-bones you with their bumper car, or if you’re like me, and ram the steering stick into your inner thigh at least once each time you play.

There’s one in Chicago, the Detroit area, the Kansas City area, and I’m sure a few more places. If you have the opportunity, it’s absolutely worth it. We’re doing it monthly-ish and it’s absolutely worth every single cent.

my latest neighborhood report: city ordinances and grown & sexy boutique

I was doing my civil duty today and reported one of our neighbors today. They have a beautiful white pit bull that’s maybe a year old. They’ve decided it’s warm enough to start letting him stay outside at night, but it’s not warm enough at all. So, all night – from the time our terribly wild and crazy neighborhood “shuts down” for the night (around 10pm) until people start leaving for work in the mornings (7amish) – this guy cries and whines. He’s stuck in a pen that’s way too small for a dog to be happy. He’s cold and lonely. He’s just miserable. It breaks my hardened heart to hear this guy crying all night, while our spoiled rotten pups are sleeping in bed with us.

We verified the address last night and this morning, I called Animal Control. I don’t know what’s going to happen. But, hey, if¬†Minneapolis City Ordinance 64.90 is going to be broken, then I’m going to report it.

On a happier note, I was using Google maps to find out what street was behind us (shut up – I’m geographically challenged) and was pleasantly surprised to find this little gem located across the alley from us.

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I had no idea there was a Grown & Sexy Boutique only a stone’s throw away from our house. It makes me want to investigate their trash and recycling a little more thoroughly on Tuesday mornings!¬†Also, if this is the house I think it is, they are not really the people I would have pegged as owners of Grown & Sexy Boutique.

These are the people in our neighborhood.