So I keep thinking that at every stage Michael is going through is "the best". I loved when he would sit up on his own and wanted him to stay just that way. Then he started crawling and that made life so much better for us both. At 10 months he is now starting to toddle and I am absolutely loving this age; this has been the easiest and most fun age yet. He can entertain himself for long periods of time, he is charismatic and fun to be around. I do not want him to age one day.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Urban legend
Urban legend proved true- you can get a ticket for jaywalking. I got a ticket for crossing the street against a don't walk sign today. I am so mad, I cannot tell you how many times I have done this, especially in New York; if the coast is clear, you walk. So my sidekick and I just got finished meeting a friend for lunch at the local farmers market. I was feeling good, had some fresh produce and flowers in hand, and was heading to the park to enjoy the warm sun. On the way there I was crossing the street when BLAM out of nowhere a police officer comes swerving around the corner lights flashing and sirens blaring, (ok, it was more like he slowly and quietly drove by me) and told me to meet him in a near by parking lot. Once there he of course asked "do you know why I stopped you?" Why do they always have to ask that question? Anyone have any sarcastic responses to that I can use for next time? I was being very polite because there was no way he was giving me a ticket; a warning was sufficient. But no, he whips out his book and starts writing me a ticket and telling me what a bad mother I am. So my attitude kicks in, and out goes my chance of getting out of this without a ticket. So now I have to go to court and appear before a judge?! He said I might need to go to traffic school?! This is unheard of! I guess this is not an urban legend, but a suburban legend...
Monday, January 14, 2008
Oh when the ants, come marching in...
So our happy little home of 3 is no more, we have gotten ourselves some roommates. Not by choice though, these little guys came by their own doing. Our roommates are ants. They first appeared in the kitchen one day after it had been raining all night. Next they moved to the pantry. We found where they were coming from and closed up that hole. So they moved to the bathroom. We also closed up that hole. This process has continued for over a week now; waking up in the morning to find a new area with ants and trying to find where they are coming from. Tired from this, we told our landlord something needed to be done other than his "this is California for you" response. We recommended that he bring in an expert-he had just the person in mind, his real estate rep. He said that she had a 100% guaranteed method of getting rid of ants. So she came over Friday afternoon and told the ants to leave. No joke, that was the method, she said "shoo ants, time to go". And that was that.
Needless to say, the ants did not go. I woke up the next morning to find Michael trying to pick them up off the bathroom floor.
We still have our lovely little roommates and a very cheap landlord.
Needless to say, the ants did not go. I woke up the next morning to find Michael trying to pick them up off the bathroom floor.
We still have our lovely little roommates and a very cheap landlord.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
California baby
the three of us before Christmas
beach fun with dad
fireworks celebration at the beach
plus a teething biscuit
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Funny Tummy
You know it is time to sign up for that gym membership when your own baby laughs at your not so toned tummy. The other day Michael and I were laying down on the floor playing, when he figured out how to lift up my shirt. He was able to lift it up just enough to expose my post baby stomach, which caused him to break out in laughter. He did this over and over; looking at my flabby midsection and laughing. 24 hour fitness, here I come!
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