Saturday, September 30, 2006
Friday, September 29, 2006
So, Jake's Great Aunt Frieda & Uncle Ken finally came over from Britain to meet him. Here we all are hanging out having a BBQ. You'll notice in this video, Ken is saying something to the effect of not ever washing his finger again... I'm not sure why he'd want to do that. Perhaps we better just let that go.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
in no particular order...
- screwing around with this here blog
- shout wipes
- Jake and anything he does
- stuffing the diaper décor as full as possible
- pomegranate juice or any healthy veggi concoction
- making various lists ( i.e. shopping list, fitness goals, to do’s, obsessions etc. I do this so that I may itemize those things which are important to get done, to not forget anything & to quantify my life by way of these lists... and then I loose them)
- taking pictures of Jake and the cats
- Flavor of Love (it's just so terrifically bad)
- misdiagnosing myself (I decided not to gross you out with the details)
- misdiagnosing Jake with various childhood afflictions
- the search for the perfect salsa & bbq sauce (I just can’t stop buying it)
- making sure Jonathan eats breakfast
- cat hair control (they're constantly molting & IT’S EVERYWHERE which is even more apparent with Jake around)
- keeping Jake from doing a Jackson Pollock on our walls or me with baby food (the kid sneezes at the most inopportune times)
- vaccinations (good or bad?)
- convincing Jake that he likes his playpen & that I like it too
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
So far, so good. Sort of.
He has officially outgrown the use of his playmat due to increase mobility (twice so far I've found him wedged under the ottoman). So in order to avoid a visit from child welfare, I decided to pull out the playpen. According to my Mommy and Me guru Sophie, if I want to contain him when he starts crawling, I'll need to put him in some sort of containment contraption before the fact, or else he'll protest the confinement.
The novelty has obviously not worn off yet.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Grab a white sheet or towel for a backdrop.
Lie baby down on sheet or towel.
Position baby so that he or she is looking right at you, head is straight forward and has a neutral expression.
Stand over baby and take photo.
Repeat step 4 if necessary.
Retrieve baby from across the room & place back on towel.
Repeat step 4.
Pull baby's feet out of his or her mouth.
Repeat step 4.
Pull towel out of baby's grip & straighten it out on the floor & place baby back onto towel.
Roll baby back onto his or her back.
Repeat step 4.
Ask baby kindly to stop giggling.
Pull baby's hands out of his or her mouth.
Have a stiff drink.
Take a deep breath & repeat step 4......
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Jake is also officially on the waiting list for preschool. It amazes me that you have to sign up 5 month old babies for preschool these days. I was tipped off by a friend in the M/M class that there was a long waiting list at this private Lutheran school down the street from us so I marched down there yesterday in frantic, panic mode ready to enroll Jake. The woman who handles the tours at the school, I could tell was a bit taken a back by how eager I was to sign on the dotted line. We’re not Lutheran or really all that religious, but I wasn't a bit conflicted as to whether or not he should go to a religious school. I seriously see a void when it comes to macaroni Bible story art in my life. Let's face it, here in L.A. you can really loose track of what important and get swept up in the inane material madness of it all. That’s what scares me about raising a kid in L.A.. Most of the public schools are too scary for words, and most secular private schools are too uber and pretentious. A friend of ours sends their kid to Crossroads, one of those uber schools, and a child there who was joining her kid for an after school play date actually didn’t want to get in her car because it wasn’t the “right” car. What kind of messed up crap is that? I’d move to some pathetic, little town in Nebraska if it meant I'd keep him from becoming that sad & jaded. Raising a well adjusted child is no small feat these days. It’s so incredibly ludicrous. It’s so incredibly scary. I now know the heartache my parents went through. My poor, poor mother. Imagine trying to raise a teen age daughter in Hollywood on your own. She’s my hero.
Anyway, I'm sure he'll turn out fine no matter what school he goes to. We'll probably mess him up enough on our own.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Thursday, September 7, 2006
Monday, September 4, 2006
This was his first time at the beach and I think he was a bit overwhelmed by it all. He was so bug eyed and crazed he looked like Buckwheat. I had it in my head for some reason that a full day at the beach with Jake wouldn't be that tall of an order. In reality, the whole outing lasted about an hour and a half. I think we could've camped there for a week with the amount of crap we brought with us. None of that mattered though. Once he had enough he let the entire beach know by having a screaming fit. So we packed up the mule (Jonathan) and left.
He passed out as soon as we got back to the car.