Thursday, July 31, 2008

And his belly is almost as big as mine was

In 2 days, Samson will 40 weeks and 2 days old. Which is the exact amount of time that he was growing all up in my grill. That's a long time to spend with someone who doesn't exist precisely, outside of your own mind/body/hormones. It's and immeasurably longer amount of time to spend with someone who poops and belches like it's going out of style, someone who depends on you for everything. EVERY. THING. Someone who really likes to grab your glasses off of your face and pull your hair and destroy whatever it is that you're paying attention to that's not him. Just saying.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Did you ever know that you're my hero?

It's hot. It's late. I'm itchy. I'm full of Chinese food and frozen yogurt and I'm off to bed and Law & Order. But I wanted to say one thing, Internet. Thank you for hanging in there while I try to find my blogging groove again. I know that this blog and I will get over our mutual grudge and be friends again soon. And when that happens, look out Internet.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Like the summer house we sort of had

Our tree swing should be here any day now. I can't wait to hang it in the front yard--that is, to get Max to hang it in the front yard--and spend every afternoon from now on pushing Samson, listening to his squeals of delight as I sip lemonade and feel the cool breeze on my neck. In a perfect world, this fantasy laden scene would involve fireflies, but I've never seen a firefly in the San Francisco Bay Area. The dogs will lie lazily in the sun, and I will, of course, look stunning in my "world's best mom" t-shirt. Max will come home from work, welcomed by the sounds of summertime perfection, and then we'll all go inside for pie and ice cream as the dusk moves in. And new episodes of Arrested Development and 30 Rock will be on TV every night.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

He must be a genius since he can read the "kick me" sign taped to my back

The baby is really kicking my ass this week. Already. It's only Tuesday. Sigh. It's so much more work now that he's mobile, so much more chasing and fishing things out of his mouth. And putting the bowl of dog water up then bringing it down, then repeating fifty or so times. But lots more fun too, turns out he's super ticklish. So when I'm just so tired and he REFUSES to nap, I just tickle him for a while. Totally worth it.

Ah yes, refusing to nap. Who needs naps, anyways? The boy who regularly took three two-hour naps a day is lucky to get two one-hour naps in at this point. And it's not slowing him down one bit. Boot camp and playgroups and lunches with various grandmas keep him going, and then there's always the cat. Nothing like crawling furiously in a fruitless attempt to catch a cat. Good luck with that.

July means "nap" in some other language

Wow, July sure has been light on the posting. I can say that I had a terrific time at the Renegade Craft Fair last weekend, and I will post pictures of my bounty soon. Also, the new refurbished Lomo seems to be working; I got some great shots of the dogs lounging in the back yard a few weeks ago.

I've just been so. darn. tired. Chasing a baby around is tough work. It's not easy. When I'm not chasing, I prefer to be sleeping, or listening to music (imagine that!) or watching Law and Order (I don't believe you.). Or sometimes doing all three at once. There have also been many cupcakes recently.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Field Trip

I can hardly wait for Saturday!

I'm already making a list of vendors I need to visit.

So glad I live in the SF Bay Area. Sigh.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008


OK, it's just a video of my baby crawling. But it took me 3 days worth of nap time and lots of trial software to get everything the way I wanted it. I foresee many more videos of such triviality now that I know what I'm doing.

If I lived in NYC, my kids would be this cool, too

The Boys and the Subway.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Samson: Month Eight

So many new things things month--I'm still reeling from the shock. I'll let Samson tell you all about it.

Today I am 8 months old. Still, my parents treat me like a baby. They're all, "Samson, don't climb up the bookshelves," and "Samson, that bowl of water is for doggies and kitties, not for babies." If the doggies and kitties want the water so bad, they can come get it. As far as I'm concerned, anything below 27 inches is fair game.

So, have you found out about shoes yet? Oh my god, they taste SO GOOD. Especially flip flops. Delicious. Oh, and stroller wheels. try licking them right after a walk through the park, it's truly a singular culinary experience. Mostly, I prefer to lick things. Although I did grow these two crazy teeth this month, and I find that they're especially good for biting thumbs, spoons, water glasses and what not. Also for biting the edges of my crib, restaurant tables, high chairs, and shopping carts. My Ima keeps trying to prevent this by covering these edges with blankets and things, but a few good old fashioned melt downs in Safeway should put an end to that.

Right after our trip to Portland early this month, I figured out how to move forward across the floor by using my hands and knees. Every time I did it, everybody would shout and cheer and freak out--weirdos. But it's really useful for getting around the new place, particularly on the hardwood floors. So now that I've dominated the horizontal frontier, I've started working on my vertical skills. Standing up in the crib is a breeze, plus it makes my voice carry much further when it's time for Ima to wake up and come play with me. I'm also doing pretty well with the various living room furniture. For Father's Day, I've been working on rearranging the books on the bottom bookshelf--it's a daily project. I haven't got them scattered on the floor quite right yet.

With all of this newfound mobility, there's really no time for naps. Too much to do and taste. Once, maybe twice a day I can take a little cat nap, but that's really about it. I can't afford to miss a moment of the day--there's so much to keep up with! I have to find out if that cat is still behind that couch, I have to give Ozzy's dog collar a few good tugs to make sure it's on correctly. Oh, and the wires--I have to locate and taste any wire that might still be accessible. I'm very, very busy.

When Aba gets home from work, the real fun begins. We dance, we roll around on the bed, we bounce. Really, they're so cute at this age, these Abas. He still needs me in the bath with him (I'm not sure he knows how to wrangle the rubber duckies quite yet--one of my proudest skills), but I don't mind. It's our Guy Time.

As you can tell, I've got a lot of things to attend to today. Being 8 months old is hard work. I think by next month I'll be driving the car and playing Old Gray Mare on my French horn. I'll probably also have finished my first screenplay by then.

So long,