Wednesday, November 28, 2007

where balls come from...

he now thinks they grow on trees... in our living room. ball trees.
We decided to put the tree up last weekend while he was napping so we could surprise him when he woke up. I swear he thinks we've lost our minds. The whole world for that matter because I don't think he really remembers the whole tadoo last year. Suddenly these ball trees are everywhere. On t.v., at the mall etc. etc.

At first, I was having my own little panic attack about how Jake would manage to be around a tree full of delicate, glass balls and not land us in the ER several times in the coming weeks. Anyone who knows him, knows he's a walking demolition machine. I was convinced he'd either eat it, climb it or systematically try to destroy everything on it. I actually considered settling for a nice drawing of a tree on our wall tacked up really high like the rest of the stuff in our house.

I finally decided to ban our glass ornaments and only hang paper and plastic little numbers on the bottom and all my prized, vintage glass ornaments on the top. We even invested in a big ol' fake tree which I admit I've come around to. At first I was pretty against any artificial greenery in our house, but I am now seeing the upside. No needles, I don't have to water it, I don't have to police the cats from drinking the preservative laden water or eating the needles (no more daily needle puke!) & I can put it up in October and leave up till May if I want to and it's not a problem. Not a problem if you're a little crazy I guess, but at least it won't warrant a visit from the fire marshall. Another bonus is since we're usually out of town anyway for a few weeks over the holidays we will no longer have to come home to a tree trunk sitting in a puddle of its own needles. It's a pretty sad sight. Not to mention a major fire hazard.

So I'm happy to say it's actually worked out quite well. To my surprise, he's even kind of gotten over the tree and almost ignores it these days. That's a toddler's attention span for you.

So anyway, here's a video of the first meeting of the "amazing ball tree" for your holiday viewing pleasure.

balls, balls, balls, balls...

.......balls.

At the moment, they are quite possibly the thing he lives for. It used to be that when I'd go in to get him up in the morning, the first thing he'd say would be "daddy!" (he calls me daddy - more on that later), but now it's "ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, baaaaaaaalll" with this look like he's Gollum after the ring. It's pathetic. I guess I shouldn't complain. There could be a scholarship in it for him someday.


Tuesday, November 13, 2007

my little dirt devil



this is Jake's favorite thing right now aside from balls and kitty. I have no complaints especially since my housekeeper just temporarily quit to give birth. I'm actually fine with this because there is no bigger guilt trip than having a 8 month pregnant woman scrubbing your bathtub when your trying to milk the "too pregnant to clean" card. Besides, look how good he is about getting under the couch and in the corners. So thorough! While he may not be the most efficient at this task - it's a surefire way to keep him busy for at least a half hour. Over the weekend Jon & I were trying to come up with what to get him for Christmas. We were going to do a tricycle or a wagon, but I just don't think we'll use a wagon that much this year with a new baby in tow and he's not quite ready for triking. SO, this is what we came up with. How bizarre and wonderful at the same time. The great thing is, both vacuums really sort of work! Whoever came up with this is my hero. It's not child labor - It's FUN!

Friday, November 9, 2007

The Surrey with the Fringe on Top

While I have absolutely no idea what a surrey is (any takers?),
there is definitely some fringe going on. And some drool stains.
I think everybody should have a hat that makes them feel THAT good.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

hooray for grandmas!

we just had the pleasure of Grandma Brenda's company for 10 fun filled days. They bonded over cheerios & went on an outing to the aquarium. She was also an amazing help to me and my now unwieldy self, especially while I was down with a bad cold. Being pregnant with a cold sucks.
Grandmas are such a vital part of growing up. I remember mine, God rest there souls, quite vividly.

I'll never forget going over to Grandma Ziona's house to be babysat and how she smelled like a mixture of Coors and bengay. I was always fascinated by the amount of cereal boxes she had stacked around her bed which she used for filing because why waste money on a ridiculous file cabinet. She used to put my hair up in curlers so tight that I couldn't blink and by the time I left I had a wicked afro. She had a major obsession with Shirley Temple so along with the afro I didn't leave without a tap lesson. I got to stay up late and hear stories about the days of old Hollywood back when she was a chorus girl for the different shows and how she met my Grandpa when he was a disc jockey for CBS. I learned what true romance was from them.

My other grandma, Coocoo Grandma, lived in San Jose (do you know the way?). Her name was really Myrtle, but I decided at some point that she deserved a better, more distinguished title. So she acquired the name Coocoo Grandma because, duh, she had a coocoo clock. I only got away with that while I was in the little and cute stage, but once I outgrew that oh so brief stage I was finally asked to stop. At the time, I couldn't for the life of me understand why she didn't want to be called Coocoo Grandma anymore. Poor woman. She also smelled like beer, but this time it was more of a Keystone quality. She grew avocados trees in her kitchen, collected spoons and jarred just about anything you could preserve. Oh, and grew incredibly large vegetables.

While neither of Jake's grandmas smell of cheap beer, they're awesome & memorable just the same. Jake & his little sis are very, very lucky.

Friday, November 2, 2007

boo!


So this year for Halloween, Jake was Darth Vader, complete with realistic light saber action. Nothing like giving a 19 month old a weapon to thrash around. He even has the light saber sound effects down, "neeeeeeor - neeeeeooooor". Jonathan also gave Jake a crash course on being the Dark Lord with a Star Wars DVD he rented. It's serious business people.

We took Jake trick or treating up our street where I made sure Jake got his favorite Butterfinger bars at each house.
He even met an older version of himself and proceeded to duel on the front lawn with this impostor for the title of ruler of the universe. He won of course.