Sunday, February 28, 2010
I point at the TV and say, "Why don't we make them like that? Maybe you'd like them?"
Rich replies with "Why don't you just kick me in the nuts & then just give me a burger?"
That settles it - I'm going to get my steel-toed boots.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
So thoughtful as usual. And so much appreciated.
Thank you, Katie!
The Belated Birthday Girl
|From Life in General|
Sunday, February 21, 2010
this DVD that someone loaned me while I was pregnant.
When I was pregnant and anxious and a crazy woman, I took this DVD
very seriously. Of course the cover photo of this weird looking baby
smooshed up against a woman in a push-up bra that has CLEARLY never
had children made perfect sense. I was sure it was full of amazing
lessons on breastfeeding and bonding.
Now it just makes me laugh. Really, really hard.
As usual, we were running out the door a little late. But Charlie was dressed in his Sunday best. Basically, in the only pair of pants he owns that aren't denim or camo. Mass begins and Charlie is in awe of the chanting, singing, kneeling/standing/kneeling/standing routine that we Catholics do. But after 10 minutes of that, he's over it.
We spent Mass trying to shush Charlie's "UH OH" as he whipped his paci across the pew and pelted the guy in the back of the head in front of us. Or apologizing profusely after Charlie crawled under my feet and grabbed the waistband of the pants of the nice lady in front of us, pulling her pants down. Not surprisingly, she moved before the Homily. Oh, and after each prayer or song, Charlie clapped and "OOOHHHH" as if it were American Idol.
Needless to say, we left right after communion. And headed straight to Hennessey's for an Irish Catholic breakfast of mimosas. Where Charlie smashed the glass ketchup bottle into the sidewalk.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
I’m NEVER bringing Rich to the doctor with us again. Here’s why –
Side note before my “Rich can never come to the doctor again” story, we talked to the doctor about our concerns of childhood obesity. He assured us that Charlie is not within the range of obese and that we’re feeding him the right things. As the doc is saying this, Charlie climbs onto this plastic truck and breaks it in half. The doc just looks down and says “I think Charlie’s going to be just fine. If he doesn’t kill himself first.”
Back to the Rich story. I’m trying to have this serious conversation with the doctor regarding sleep patterns, discipline, development milestones, the usual. I notice the doctor can’t focus and is looking over at Rich and Charlie. The two of them are sitting on the bench (Charlie in a shirt, diaper, and shoes) making crazy faces in the mirror, cracking up and eating a ridiculous amount of Goldfish crackers out of a Ziploc bag. As Charlie’s squealing and dropping bits of cracker on the floor, the doc says “You may want to lay off those crackers.”
Seriously?!?! I’m trying to discuss discipline and boundaries and Rich is over there feeding Charlie like a circus monkey, making THE weirdest faces in the mirror. I can’t take these two anywhere.
Grandpa & Grandma Phee gave Charlie a Radio Flyer wagon as a gift in December. Rich and I are debating if it was a Christmas or birthday gift. I guess this is the pain of having a birthday near the holidays . . . I get it now. Anyway, we took Charlie to the Seal Beach pier on Valentine’s Day for its official maiden voyage.
He loved the wagon, loved the pier, love the surfers. He spent the entire trip down the pier saying, “Oohhh, ahhh, oooh, ahhh” and pointing at the water. Toward the end of the pier, the bumps got to him a bit and puked all down his shirt. But no worries, he just wiped his mouth on his sleeve, smiled, and kept enjoying the ride. That’s my boy.
Monday, February 15, 2010
I heard on a TV show years ago (yes, it was Oprah) that you should replace your pillows every 6 months. And so we do.
BUT, not only do we replace them, we label them with our names and dates of purchase.
Go ahead, make fun of us. But we're the ones with extra firm, parasite-free pillows.
The doctor visit took an hour. Schooner was so busy we went somewhere else. (And were very disappointed.) Headed up the 5 to the zoo only to realize that half of L.A. had the same DAY OF FUN idea that we did. There was literally a line of cars stopped on the freeway waiting to enter the zoo. Did I mention Charlie was throwing things from the backseat and screaming by this point? Hell no we weren't waiting in that freeway line.
So Griffith Park it was. Details below.
Charlie rode around in the Radio Flyer his Grandpa & Grandma Phee gave him. He loves it. And he loves ejecting things out of it.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Me: You don't want Charlie to be an only child, do you?
Rich: No. We could set up a fake brother or something for him online. You know, Facebook or one of those things.
I think it's going to take some time to talk Rich into B2.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Grandma's going to be ok.
Found this GORGEOUS photo of you from the night before your wedding. Remember how much fun we had? Wanted to share your beauty with everyone.
|From Life in General|
Also, thanks Michelle, for this taking this photo of Chazzy while you babysat this past weekend. LOVES!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Thank you so much, God parents Tom & Mish, for watching the munchkin. We feel beyond lucky to have such wonderful friends.
A very RELAXED Rich & Marce