Okay, vee proceed. But only if there is no funny stuff.

February 25, 2010 | Bits and Bobs

Hello there, peeps. This is one of those posts where I come here and chat about whatever real fast because I know there’s at least 2 or 3 of you that check here every day and I hate disappointing you.

Hmm. Let’s see. What’s been going on? Ooh! How about some updates!

I quit that fruity yoga class. I know! I’m so lame! But it turned out that due to a couple of things I didn’t consider at the time, I was going to have to miss 3 of the 6 classes, and they were really strict about showing up every time. So I told a small fib about child care and got most of the fee credited to my account for more yoga. But also, the book we were supposed to be reading was SO BARFY. The worst kind of poorly written hippie drivel. And this is not my inner midwestern republican talking, this is me, the lefty-cloth diapering-baby food making-HIPPIE. It was bad.

Did I mention the running? I don’t remember. But I think it’s safe to say, now that I’ve been doing it for almost two months, that um, I’ve been running. This is pretty monumental for me, because I’ve never been a runner. But I’ve decided I’d like to be, and even though it SUUU-HUUUCKS some times, I would like to cultivate myself into a running-type person. In the spirit of my predictable over-achieving nature, I’ve registered for the Seattle Rock and Roll Half Marathon in June. Sometimes, when I think about running three times as far as I am capable now, I get the Nervous Tummy, but then I remember I can just walk whenever I want to, and who cares?

Clark is the coolest. I can’t believe how much fun he’s getting to be. He is a genius and can say the following words:

Hi
Bye Bye
Mama
Dada
Hot
Vroom
Cheese
Banana
Hop
Birdie
Quack
Cracker
Tree
Apple
Shoes
Moo
Up

We have a list going on the chalk board in the kitchen. His new trick for the week is nodding yes, which is super cute and also useful.

Ooh! This weekend we’re going to San Diego with another fun couple and leaving the boy with his grannie. It’s a great time of year for good deals on flights and hotels, and about a month ago, we all kind of spontaneously just booked it. I’m really excited, though since I sometimes like to fret just to fret, I’m now thinking we shouldn’t be spending money and that I am going to miss my Clarkie. I will get over it, I’m sure.

Y.O.G #22

February 16, 2010 | Year of Gratitude

1. I’m thankful that my dad still gives me Valentines. This one had fishing trivia on the back, too.

2. I’m very grateful for this weird early spring we’re having. No Snowpocolypse here. It’s going to be almost 60 all week! I keep thinking that any day the weather gods are going to snatch it all away, but flowers are blooming everywhere and all the trees are budding. Check out these crocusses from my walk yesterday!

3. I’m thankful for free art. FREEEEE! There was this spot in the living room that really needed some art. I knew I wanted something in mostly oranges or reds, probably some kind of letter press-y or etsy find. I’ve always really liked this, but despite my desire to decorate, we’re in a bit of a spending freeze at the moment. But then! The other night after a late happy hour I found the new Beautiful Angle poster! And I happened to have the PERFECT sized frame just sitting in a closet, containing something I’d decided not to hang up in the new house. Huzzah!

4. Once again, I’m thankful for my child’s health. I’ve seen blood twice in the last two days, but he’s a strong and healthy boy and he’s fine. Both times, Clark fell and smacked his face into unforgiving objects, both times he was within my reach. It’s a good thing he was with me for both injuries. I’m sure I would assume that anyone else hadn’t been watching him closely enough.

I give you, Black Eye Baby.

That’s right, for weeks to come, as it changes to all of it’s myriad shades, I’ll have to tote around a baby with a shiner.

Good thing I took these really cute pictures of him just before:

It’s like Lenin said.

February 11, 2010 | Bits and Bobs

The following exchange occurred recently.

Me: (conversationally) So, what’s going on with your pants?

SB: I rolled them.

Me: On purpose? Are you going for a bikeride?

SB: Actually, GQ says that you can roll your jeans now. It’s the next big thing.

Me: Yeah, well, that may be true, but everyone but GQ thinks you’re a dork.

Then we laughed. Then he let me take a picture of his pants for you all.

While getting the above shot off my iPhone, I found this one. How cute is this? And yes, it’s way past time for a baby gate at the top of our super tall, straight down to the bottom stairs, but it’s finally installed. The worst thing was, we had it purchased and sitting in the hallway for weeks. We were definitely tempting the gods on that one.

Ooooh! Let me show you some pretty pictures from the 20’s party I went to.

It was a GREAT party. The venue was perfect and everyone totally got into dressing up. If by chance you would like to see the whole gallery it’s on my website, password “flapper”.

Swings

February 2, 2010 | Bits and Bobs, Clark, I'm so ashamed.

Firstly, a yoga report. It was an interesting afternoon. I ended up leaving my house a little too late, so I had to run to get there on time. As I jogged toward the studio, yoga mat in one hand and journal in the other, I suddenly had an image of myself and just cracked up laughing. Can you imagine what a douche I must have looked like, running down the street with a yoga mat and a journal? You know, in case I felt like doing any stretching, or needed to jot down a few thoughts mid run?

And speaking of douchey images of oneself, I have GOT to figure out a way to shut off my inner cynic. This class I’m taking is going to be pretty cool, I think, but it would be a lot better if I could shut off one of the voices in my head. It’s like I’ve got a middle-aged, midwestern republican living up there who always has to tell me what a hippie I am. As I sit in a circle, sharing thoughts, or worse, interpretive dancing, all I can hear is that guy making fun of me, telling me what a silly, liberal, priveleged fruit I am. This is super lame, because that negativity is so not me! I’m a joiner and an excellent sport. I’m perfectly happy to freestyle dance in a circle with other grownups on a Sunday afternoon.

Further evidence of this privelege, check this out:

I accidently paid $8 for some chocolate covered hazelnuts. I thought that sticker said 50% off. SB had to point it out to me. I’m sad to say this is not the first time I’ve been fooled by expensive nuts. One time at Metropolitan Market, home to many guffaw-worthy, yet tempting and delicious grocery items, I accidently bought a $22 nut sampler. I didn’t look at the price when I picked it up, but when I was checking out and my apple, sparkling water, and nuts came to $27, I did a poor job of hiding my surprise. I’m ashamed to admit, I was too embarrassed to put them back.

Thanks all for your advice with the sleeping. It’s pretty effing bleak around here right now, as far as that’s concerned. I feel as if he’s a newborn again. In response to several of you who suggested eliminating the second nap, I’d be happy with ANY nap at all during the day. I completely agree with Amy in the comments though, and this is what he needs from me right now,
and it won’t last forever. As it stands, there is no sleeping unless one of us is holding him, day or night. Which means I get nothing done while he’s napping, and I don’t sleep at all after his first waking, so I’m up from 2am-7am. He better rethink some of this if he doesn’t want to be an only child. Wait…

Lastly, I’ve hopped on the Words With Friends bandwagon, so if you want to play, I’m ZestyJenny.

Ooh! Here’s some cuteness for you. Clearly, I found myself far too amusing:

* title: There’s a funny little moment at the end of recess across the street, when I hear the bell, the kids all run in, and if you look out the window right then, the playground is deserted but all the swings are still moving. I love it when I catch it.