Saturday, January 30, 2010

the results

Ok, I get it. It's a little "jersey shore meets candy cane". But it's
a step in the right direction. And I think it will tone down a bit
after a few washes and then as my greyish/blondish roots grow in,
there will be perfect balance in my hair and the universe. That's my
goal anyway.

By the way, I took this photo on my Blackberry while stopped in
traffic. And yes, there were many honking horns and "efffff you's"
from other drivers on the road. But it was worth it . . . to capture
this shot, in the LA sunshine while on Carson Street.

trying to get back to strawberry blonde

I enjoyed having dark hair for a while. But now I'm ready to get back to my roots. Not the grey roots that started sprouting out of my head in May but the pretty and light blondish reddish roots that make me "me".

Apparently, it's not so easy to go from dark to a ray of sunshine but Dandy Randy is doing his best.

I'll post photos later of the end result. Wish me luck.

random Friday night

Charlie, last night. He was playing with his toys and I kept
whisteling at him (yes, like a dog) to turn around for a photo.

He's clearly annoyed. As was Cook, who kept running to the back of the
house thinking she was needed for something.

piano man

piano man

He digs this toy. It makes lots of noise. But the battery is starting
to wear out. Oh darn.

steamy

Thanks, Aunt Robin, for the 3 million steamy bags. Charlie loves to
pull them out of the drawer and make a huge mess for me to slip on and
nearly break my neck.

Parental note: Yes, I understand Charlie isn't wearing pants.
Sometimes he just doesn't wear pants around the house and we're ok
with this.

The Man. The Myth. The Legend.

The Man. The Myth. The Legend.

This is my favorite shirt of Charlie's ever ever. Our neighbors, Mario & Maggie, gave it to him as a 1st birthday gift. It's Grover as Evil Knievel. At the bottom on the back it reads "The Man. The Myth. The Legend." Which cracks me up every single time I read it.

completely unaware

This was Charlie last Friday night. Exhausted. Just before we put him
to bed and tried the Ferber-let-him-cry-it-out-and-destroy-your-night
method. He just has no idea what's about to hit him.

Charlie, 13 months old. 1/22/10

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

vampire diaries

Charlie is officially a biter. He sunk his 5 teeth into my thigh tonight . . . hard.
 
After we practice walking with him, we do his thing called "hugs and kisses". Charlie usually buries his face into us and makes this funny noise as we yell 'hugs and kisses'. I was doing the same ol' same ol' tonight when all of a sudden, Charlie bit me! Hard! I screamed out loud, scaring Charlie and scaring Rich (who was kindly making dinner for me and the little vampire in the kitchen).

I don't know how to solve the biting problem. Any advice would be appreciated.
 
xoxo,
Mama of a Bloodsucker

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Ferberized

So Charlie is sleeping in his crib. But it's a struggle. He wakes up through the night and cries. But we don't pick him up or comfort him. We don't bring him to bed with us. After a lengthy crying spell, I do give him his paci, lay him on his side and remind him that he needs to sleep in his own bed. He eventually goes to sleep. It's getting better every night.

But we're tired. And eager for Charlie to cry less, sleep more.




more rainbows

After massive rainstorms in Los Angeles in January 2010, a rainbow appeared around 7:30 am on 1/22/10.

Lakewood, CA

Rainbow in L.A.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Ferber method a success

Charlie is now sleeping in his crib! I'll give the play-by-play later but we are relieved and Charlie's in a great mood.

AND the sun is out, rain seems gone for a while & we're headed to Gymboree!

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Quote of the day

"They're pancakes, Marce. Not Beef Wellington. I think I can manage."

- Rich, as I was hovering over him in the kitchen this morning

Friday, January 22, 2010

taking our bed back

Well, folks, tonight's the night. Rich & I are taking our bed back. No more being kicked in the back by Charlie at 4 in the morning. Being woken up every night, progressively earlier, to bring the little snugglesaurus into bed with us.
 
Charlie went down at tonight at his normal time, the normal way. He's snoozing away in his own bed just like any other night. But it's 11:07 pm. And in a few hours, he'll stand up in his crib and yell out for us to swoop in and get him. But we won't. We'll go in to tell him it's 'night night' time and just watch him cry, I guess. Then we'll leave for 5 minutes, come back. Leave and come back in 10, then 20, etc. But just tell him it's bedtime and so on. It's called the Ferber method and it sounds like hell. But I really believe it will work if we stick to it.
 
So wish us luck and strength. This is going to break my heart into a million pieces and I will probably be a zombie tomorrow.
 
And I might blog about the progress tonight . . .
 
 

hopeforhaitinow.org





Watching the telethon & realizing how fortunate we are.
Just logged on to donate.
Wish we could do more.




holy hail!

Rich witnessed a real live hail storm this afternoon in Culver City!

Mama

I loved my Mom in a grey sweatshirt. And she loved to wear ‘em.

Miss her.

lazybones


Charlie in his pj's.


What you can't see here is that he totally pooped just before this photo was taken.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

thunderous

For the first time in years, we just had a thunderstorm. As in lightning and thunder so loud, my car alarm went off & the street lamps flickered.

I had forgotten how great a good ol' fashion thunderstorm was until tonight. So now we're all cozied up in pj's waiting for the next round of excitement.

heated exchange

Rich and I have the ongoing, traditional husband/wife battle over the thermostat. If it gets remotely cold here (meaning below 65 degrees), I want to pump up the furnace to blast heat through house so it feels like a tropical paradise. Rich would rather I just tromp around the house in a flannel shirt and Ugg boots. And freeze to death.

This is a recent email exchange regarding the damn thermostat:

Marci: You’d be proud. I only have the thermostat at 68 degrees. But my friend from work was telling me that they set their temp at 80.

Rich: 80??????? I actually have an alert set that informs me (and my divorce lawyer) if anyone tries to raise the temp that high.

spectrum

Rich took this photo from his car this morning.

605 Freeway, Los Angeles.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

waterboarding

Rich and I split up night time duties. One of us feeds Charlie dinner and the other gives Charlie a bath.
 
Who am I trying to fool?  Rich does it all when he gets home. I'm spent.
 
Anyway, I just noticed Rich's interesting bathing technique. It closely resembles waterboarding. He soaps Charlie up head to toe. Then he takes the rinse cup and just douses him in water. No wash cloth, no shielding his eyes from the trickle of water. Just pours it right over his head. And Charlie, after he takes a moment to catch his breath (I'm kidding, he breathes just fine), LOVES it.
 
Good thing the kid took swimming lessons. We just don't abide by the Geneva convention around here.

I didn't move here for this

This is the view from my front window:

What you can't see is the 55 degree cold. The wet, wet rain. The flooding in the streets. What you should be seeing, in Los Angeles, is 70 degrees and a cotton candy sunset across the sky. That's why I moved here. That's why I live in a once-overvalued-now-upside-down house in a crowded metropolitan area. That's why I sit in crawling traffic on the 405 freeway. That's why I suffer through THE dumbest newscasters on TV every morning. For the weather.
Not for this.
Rain, rain, go away.

Spartan

Charlie wearing his Spartan hoodie from J-Dogg. (Thanks, J!)

Excuse the eye goobers. Charlie had a roaring case of pink-eye last week. Yuck.

date night

It's a miracle, folks!

Rich and I escaped Saturday night for a fancy dinner at Maestro's
Steakhouse. Just us. No little one. No sippy cups or ziploc bags of
Cheerios. We valet parked, had wine at a French restaurant before
dinner, leisurely discussed politics, sat in silence, devoured steak,
listened to music loud in the car without worries of waking "him" in
the back.

And best of all, we wore our nice clothes. You know, the ones that you
don't have to worry about getting snot or vomit on. I even managed
some make-up.

Check us out in our fancified glory . . .

darts























Tom built this beautiful dartboard for Rich as a Christmas gift.

It's officially mounted and ready for play! It took us well over an hour to get it up onto the wall this past Saturday but we managed. And Rich only (accidentally) hit me in the head with the drill twice.

Nice.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Just what I need

This morning I noticed my coffee maker flashing the word "CLEAN" at me on its fancy LCD screen.

Efffffff you, BrewStation! Get in line behind me, my kid, my dog and the growing pile of clothes in my closet.

#5

As of yesterday, Charlie's 5th tooth broke through! It's on the bottom row, just to his left of the bottom 2 teeth he already has down there. I'll try to get a photo later.

The milestones just keep coming . . .

Monday, January 18, 2010

I need a food intervention

Do they make a TV show for that?

A show where a crew shows up at my house and wires my jaw shut? Where I receive an electric shock every time I use my debit card to pay for junk food?

Ugh.

This is me in all my un-photoshopped glory. Shield your eyes, dim your screens. Hopefully these photos will get better as the year goes on. Wish me luck.

Marce

P.S. The day this photo was taken I ordered a burger with blue cheese, French fries and a big ol’ glass of wine. So there’s no mystery as to why I’ve blown up like a beluga whale.

Friday, January 15, 2010

I'm that annoying Mom

. . . who pushes her kid around in that plastic car monstrosity at the grocery store. But we managed to finish all of our shopping without a tantrum that resembled a grand mal seizure.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Grandpa Phee makes a mess from 3000 miles away

Thanks, Tom, for the box of packing peanuts. Oh, and the beautiful
dartboard that came with it. (To be featured in a separate blog post.)
Charlie and Giulietta LOVED the packing peanuts. They were almost as
much fun as G's ball pit in her living room. Almost, but not quite.
And that damn dog of ours . . . I cannot get a photo of these kids
without her sticking her snout or butt into the shot.

To end the post, Cinderella cleaned up the mess. Thanks, Rich.

Monday, January 11, 2010

the bathroom project that I thought would never end but finally did

It ended the night before my in-laws came to visit in early December. Yikes!


But it turned out beautifully (even without the $125 shower curtain) . . . Take a look at the before, during and after.



gender differences

Thanks, Aunt Robin for the mega blocks wagon for Charlie's birthday!
He L-O-V-E-S it! This photo is when I was wrapping Christmas gifts.
The pink mega blocks wagon was for Giulietta. Charlie sat and played
with his own wagon for some time without noticing the
identical-yet-pink wagon. Then suddenly he put 2 and 2 together and
crawled on over.

It was funny. He was cramming his blocks into that pink wagon and
climbing all over it. Then when we gave the wagon to G, I think he was
a little confused . . .

Gymboree

Every Sunday at noon.

For those of you not familiar, I pay to take Charlie to a place that
is bigger and more fun than my house. And there's an energetic, fun
lady there that blows bubbles and sings songs. That lady is not me.

Charlie seems to like it. Katie brings Giulietta and she is FAR
advanced of the rest of the class. Basically, G can drive herself to
class. The other little toddlers are barely able to walk. And Charlie
just crawls over to the toys that he can take away from the pretty
girls.

But I think it's good for the kiddies. Good for development. Sad for
the wallet. ;)