So I'm out running errands with SB this morning, thinking I look all cute and trendy in my cute new skinny jeans and sassy purple top from Anthropologie. Then I run into drop-dead gorgeous Angie Harmon at Target in her (much skinnier) jeans and sassier top, and suddenly I don't feel quite as cute and trendy anymore. Dang you, Angie Harmon!
Well actually I shouldn't say that because I thought it was pretty cool that she was digging through the cheapo toy bins at front of the store with two of her little girls looking for Dora accessories. (I know this not because I was stalking her but because I was standing there for like 5 minutes wiping down the cart with the complimentary anti-germ towelettes more thoroughly than a haz-mat team before I put SB in the seat. People are dropping like flies all over this town from flu and stomach bug ailments and we're not going to be victims of disease.) Anyway, props to you Angie for shopping like "real" people do. Even if you do negatively impact my self-esteem.
In a side note: why, Target, do you not sell chocolate chip morsels? You have 84 different varieties of marshmallows but not one measly bag of chocolate chips? How's a mommy supposed to bake cookies without them? Is it a conspiracy to force us into buying crappy store-bought cookies? Annoying. And no, it does not escape me that Angie Harmon likely does not bitch about missing chocolate chips at Target which is why she can fit into her much skinnier jeans. Dang it.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
19 Months Already
I'm in the middle of going through the ka-zillion photos I took at my shoot last weekend and I need to take a break before I go cross-eyed.. Brand new baby only 10 days old and super cute. Check out the preview if you haven't seen it. I can't believe SB was this tiny just 19 months ago. Now she is a real person. With thoughts and feelings and likes and dislikes. It is the coolest thing watching her little personality develop. She thinks herself quite the comedian. She does stuff just to make us (and herself) laugh. Like put a blanket over her head. Or my head. Or run the hallway naked screaming at the top of her lungs before bathtime. Or "sneak" up on Mommy from behind and grab her ponytail. She loves having bows in her hair. I mean, she will go find a bow and bring it to me gesturing to put it in her hair. Girly Girl. She has a little purse and carries it around half the day on her arm like a little old lady. She is a hoarder. She loves stuff. Doesn't matter if it's toys, books, balls, rocks, sticks, or cigarette butts...she'll find and collect it. In music class when it's time to play instruments, she'll grab every maraca and tambourine she can get her little fists on. She won't necessarily use them, but she loves to have them. Fortunately, her second favorite hobby is putting stuff away. She likes to put everything back in it's bin or box. Very helpful, she is.
We had special visitors at swim class yesterday. Daddy and Grandma both came to watch our little otter splash around. She was such a showoff. She got all excited as soon as we drove in the parking lot. By the time we reached the pool she could not contain herself and squealed with joy. I guess she likes swim class now. She's already putting her head under and hasn't coughed up water at all. I'm such a proud mama. Her fan club was very impressed too.
So there's a mommy I've got my eye on. Her daughter is in swim class with us and she's the same age as SB. She's a fabulous little swimmer and she already says lots of words. I think she'd be a good influence on SB. It's important, you know, to get her in with the right crowd from the start. It would be nice to have a mommy friend to hang out with too. Anyway, I'm thinking of asking her if she wants to have a playdate sometime but I don't want it to be awkward. What if she's not interested and then we still have to swim together every week. Maybe I should pass her a note after class that says "Do you like us? Check YES or NO" and then she can just let us down easy if she doesn't want to hang out. I haven't felt this socially inept since high school.
Here are a few pics of my girl in her sassy red coat that the NOLA Fagans sent for Christmas. She knows how to work it, doesn't she?
We had special visitors at swim class yesterday. Daddy and Grandma both came to watch our little otter splash around. She was such a showoff. She got all excited as soon as we drove in the parking lot. By the time we reached the pool she could not contain herself and squealed with joy. I guess she likes swim class now. She's already putting her head under and hasn't coughed up water at all. I'm such a proud mama. Her fan club was very impressed too.
So there's a mommy I've got my eye on. Her daughter is in swim class with us and she's the same age as SB. She's a fabulous little swimmer and she already says lots of words. I think she'd be a good influence on SB. It's important, you know, to get her in with the right crowd from the start. It would be nice to have a mommy friend to hang out with too. Anyway, I'm thinking of asking her if she wants to have a playdate sometime but I don't want it to be awkward. What if she's not interested and then we still have to swim together every week. Maybe I should pass her a note after class that says "Do you like us? Check YES or NO" and then she can just let us down easy if she doesn't want to hang out. I haven't felt this socially inept since high school.
Here are a few pics of my girl in her sassy red coat that the NOLA Fagans sent for Christmas. She knows how to work it, doesn't she?
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
No Nap = No Good
What is up with my sweet baby not napping? I don't understand it. She usually naps like a champ. This week, not so much. Yesterday she "laa-laa-laa"d in her crib for almost 2 hours before she fell asleep and of course I had to wake her up shortly after because it was almost 4 o'clock and she had to eat lunch before dinner was ready. Today, no nap whatsoever. She la-laa'd for 90 minutes before starting to protest loudly. So we sprung her from the clink and off she ran to the living room to play. Perhaps I need to adjust her schedule. Because as much as I love having Miss Priss up and about, it's really hard to get things done that need doing. Her naptime is my prime time cleaning, prep-cooking, and computer time. Tomorrow morning is her swim lesson so hopefully she'll be tuckered out and ready to snooze. (That's right, I just said tuckered out like I'm Ma Ingalls on the Prarie.) The trick is keeping her awake for the car ride home. I have resorted to rolling windows up and down and pumping her full of fruit squeezie to make it home before she sleeps. Because if she does fall asleep, she considers that her nap and then the day is totally screwed up.
Of course, with recent news stories about random shootings on my route to swim school, that will make the trip lively for her as Mommy dodges bullets on the way home. Seriously, on the very road that I take to the pool, there were teenagers (they think) randomly shooting at cars the other morning. Just for kicks. They hit a minivan with a Mom and 3 kids. Thank God no one was hit or injured. What kind of punk-a$$ coward shoots at a minivan full of kids from his apartment window just for the hell of it? What is this world coming to? Well, let me say to this monster, that if you EVER attempt to hurt a hair on my baby girl's head I will find you and I will tear out your throat with my bare hands. Do not mess with me. Thanks to these wastes of human beings, I'll have to take an alternate route tomorrow, as I have no idea if they ever caught the suspects or what. Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll rob a Subway and get shot by a fed-up clerk. Not that I'd wish that on the Subway guy, but lately fast food workers seem to taking care of a lot of the criminals around here and saving taxpayer money. Between these stories and all the recent daytime home invasions, Kurt's idea about moving to the mountains to raise goats doesn't sound so bad...anyone know anything about goats?
Of course, with recent news stories about random shootings on my route to swim school, that will make the trip lively for her as Mommy dodges bullets on the way home. Seriously, on the very road that I take to the pool, there were teenagers (they think) randomly shooting at cars the other morning. Just for kicks. They hit a minivan with a Mom and 3 kids. Thank God no one was hit or injured. What kind of punk-a$$ coward shoots at a minivan full of kids from his apartment window just for the hell of it? What is this world coming to? Well, let me say to this monster, that if you EVER attempt to hurt a hair on my baby girl's head I will find you and I will tear out your throat with my bare hands. Do not mess with me. Thanks to these wastes of human beings, I'll have to take an alternate route tomorrow, as I have no idea if they ever caught the suspects or what. Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll rob a Subway and get shot by a fed-up clerk. Not that I'd wish that on the Subway guy, but lately fast food workers seem to taking care of a lot of the criminals around here and saving taxpayer money. Between these stories and all the recent daytime home invasions, Kurt's idea about moving to the mountains to raise goats doesn't sound so bad...anyone know anything about goats?
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Sunday Morning
Romping around in the yard this sunny Sunday morning. I swear those blue eyes pierce right through my soul when she wants 'em to. Experimenting with textures in photoshop. I think I like it.
We watched a really interesting movie last night. "Catfish" Allegedly a true documentary about a guy developing a relationship with this family via Facebook. I can't tell you anything whatsoever about the movie or it gives it away but I'm dying to know if it's really true or partially true or what. At any rate, it was a brilliant movie. It cost them less than $30K to make and they made like $3 million so I'd safely call that a success. Anyway, watch it if you get the chance and see what you think really happened.
So what are you doing for the Superbowl? We are doing nothing. Kurt couldn't care less about football. He'd rather do just about anything than watch a whole football game. Can't stand the idea of wasting hours in front of the TV while he could be outside at the park getting fresh air. or working in the yard. That is one of the major reasons I love him. It cracks me up when he meets other guys and they try to talk football with him like it's just a given that everyone with a you-know-what likes organized team sports. He always says the Dolphins are "his" team because he's from Florida originally and he can talk the talk about Florida State and whatever that other Florida college team is but I snicker because he really does not give a rip. We both went to UNCG for cryin' out loud. They don't even have football. Unless you count soccer. (Go Spartans!) Now that I've "outed" Kurt on Superbowl Sunday, I'd better go make him a sandwich or something to make up for it. A big manly sandwich.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Hot Mess at the Pediatrician
Today we took SB in for her her 18 month checkup at the pediatrician. I made Kurt go with us because last time she screamed bloody murder and rather than listen to what the doctor was saying I was wishing the doctor would shut up so we could get my poor baby dressed and out of there ASAP.
Today, she didn't even wait until they started doing anything to her. The second we got in the exam room she started sobbing. Amazing. It's been 3 months since her last doctor visit but clearly she remembers what goes on in that establishment and that it was not good. By the sound of her screams you would have thought they had her strapped to some medieval torture device rather than sitting on a friendly little baby scale. Tears streaming, red eyes, runny nose, gagging sobs...she was a hot mess. Awful. Fortunately, Daddy was there to experience the trauma and fill out the paperwork. I do not understand why but I swear every time we go, there are 5 different forms to fill out. Like I have the dexterity to fill out my insurance info and emergency contact numbers for the zillionth time while I'm trying to console a flipped-out toddler.
Anyway, she had two shots today. The irony of it is, after all the build-up and sobbing to near vomitous proportions, as soon as the bandaids are on her little arms, she calms down significantly. They'd be better off doing the shots first and getting it over with. Smiles did not appear, however, until she was in her carseat, fruit squeezie in hand. A fruit squeezie, for those not in the know, is toddler crack. Well it's applesauce or some variation in a disposable squeeze container, like a Capri Sun but for applesauce. Trader Joe's has the best ones because the cap is large enough not to be a major choking hazard. She doesn't even have to eat the applesauce to make her happy. She just likes to hold it for a while.
In other news, we finally turned her car seat around so she can see where she's going. The law says 1 year old, experts say 2 years old, but when your kid's knees are tucked up under her ears when she's rear-facing, it's time to switch. So now she looks like this...
See the thrilled look on her face? Yeah, me neither. I thought she's be delighted to have a new perspective on things but she's not overly impressed. Now at least Mommy can ride in the front seat all the time like a grown-up. I'd been sitting back with her most of the time (when I wasn't driving, obviously) mostly out of habit at this point but for a while there with baby it's nerve wracking to drive around without being able to see what she's up to. We had one of those mirrors on the back seat but Kurt realized that inside the cover the mirror had hard plastic edges that could hurt her if she kicked it out or got in an accident. (There is danger lurking in every "safe" baby toy or object, I tell you.) So now, I get to see her smiling (or bored) face as we go about our errands.
Before I go I must continue my tribute to Kurt for his birthday week. We had a low key celebration after having a great time Saturday night with Grandma and Grandpa who were visiting . By the way, Sarah Beth thinks Grandma hung the moon. Sunday morning she literally leapt from her sleepy state on the couch when Grandma walked in the room. And Monday morning they pulled in the driveway and SB went wild when she saw Gma through the window. Squealing, laughing, clapping...it was about the sweetest thing ever and I think Grandma executed the same excited display right back at her. I love that she loves her Grandma. :) Oh, but back to Kurt, the birthday boy. We finally bought a new printer that scans...and I have this picture of a 3 year old Kurtie lounging by the pool...so of course I should scan it and put it on the internet, right? How cute is he??
Today, she didn't even wait until they started doing anything to her. The second we got in the exam room she started sobbing. Amazing. It's been 3 months since her last doctor visit but clearly she remembers what goes on in that establishment and that it was not good. By the sound of her screams you would have thought they had her strapped to some medieval torture device rather than sitting on a friendly little baby scale. Tears streaming, red eyes, runny nose, gagging sobs...she was a hot mess. Awful. Fortunately, Daddy was there to experience the trauma and fill out the paperwork. I do not understand why but I swear every time we go, there are 5 different forms to fill out. Like I have the dexterity to fill out my insurance info and emergency contact numbers for the zillionth time while I'm trying to console a flipped-out toddler.
Anyway, she had two shots today. The irony of it is, after all the build-up and sobbing to near vomitous proportions, as soon as the bandaids are on her little arms, she calms down significantly. They'd be better off doing the shots first and getting it over with. Smiles did not appear, however, until she was in her carseat, fruit squeezie in hand. A fruit squeezie, for those not in the know, is toddler crack. Well it's applesauce or some variation in a disposable squeeze container, like a Capri Sun but for applesauce. Trader Joe's has the best ones because the cap is large enough not to be a major choking hazard. She doesn't even have to eat the applesauce to make her happy. She just likes to hold it for a while.
In other news, we finally turned her car seat around so she can see where she's going. The law says 1 year old, experts say 2 years old, but when your kid's knees are tucked up under her ears when she's rear-facing, it's time to switch. So now she looks like this...
See the thrilled look on her face? Yeah, me neither. I thought she's be delighted to have a new perspective on things but she's not overly impressed. Now at least Mommy can ride in the front seat all the time like a grown-up. I'd been sitting back with her most of the time (when I wasn't driving, obviously) mostly out of habit at this point but for a while there with baby it's nerve wracking to drive around without being able to see what she's up to. We had one of those mirrors on the back seat but Kurt realized that inside the cover the mirror had hard plastic edges that could hurt her if she kicked it out or got in an accident. (There is danger lurking in every "safe" baby toy or object, I tell you.) So now, I get to see her smiling (or bored) face as we go about our errands.
Before I go I must continue my tribute to Kurt for his birthday week. We had a low key celebration after having a great time Saturday night with Grandma and Grandpa who were visiting . By the way, Sarah Beth thinks Grandma hung the moon. Sunday morning she literally leapt from her sleepy state on the couch when Grandma walked in the room. And Monday morning they pulled in the driveway and SB went wild when she saw Gma through the window. Squealing, laughing, clapping...it was about the sweetest thing ever and I think Grandma executed the same excited display right back at her. I love that she loves her Grandma. :) Oh, but back to Kurt, the birthday boy. We finally bought a new printer that scans...and I have this picture of a 3 year old Kurtie lounging by the pool...so of course I should scan it and put it on the internet, right? How cute is he??
Happy Birthday Week Kurt! You're still just as cute.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Happy Birthday Kurtie!
Guess who's turning 40....again?
Last year we were snowed in for Kurt's birthday weekend...this year we had one of those spring-like weekends that reminds you how delicious warm sunshine feels on your face and of the joy of catching a soft breeze in short sleeve t-shirt. We took full advantage of it on Sunday and ran up to Latta Plantation to show Sarah Beth rocks and sticks and tree bark and dirt and sand and water...all of her favorite things.
I am one lucky girl to have such a sweet husband. And watching him with Sarah Beth just makes me fall in love with him in a whole new way. He is such a wonderful father. Silly, funny, caring, concerned, strong, doting, loving Daddy. She lights up like a a Christmas tree when he walks in the room and proclaims, "DADA!" In honor of this fantastic Daddy, here are some pictures of him with his little princess.
Last year we were snowed in for Kurt's birthday weekend...this year we had one of those spring-like weekends that reminds you how delicious warm sunshine feels on your face and of the joy of catching a soft breeze in short sleeve t-shirt. We took full advantage of it on Sunday and ran up to Latta Plantation to show Sarah Beth rocks and sticks and tree bark and dirt and sand and water...all of her favorite things.
I am one lucky girl to have such a sweet husband. And watching him with Sarah Beth just makes me fall in love with him in a whole new way. He is such a wonderful father. Silly, funny, caring, concerned, strong, doting, loving Daddy. She lights up like a a Christmas tree when he walks in the room and proclaims, "DADA!" In honor of this fantastic Daddy, here are some pictures of him with his little princess.
Happy Birthday Kurt. We love you!
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