Oct 03 2006

I’m thinking…

In fact, now that I think of it, we need to have a naming contest for the tricycle.

Keep in mind:
It is a German trike.
It is yellow, red, and blue.
It will have a really hott red bell.

I welcome any and all ideas. The winner will get credit, mention here (woop-de-doo!), and…something good. Also, we will always tell Cole to go out and ride “(insert the best name here).” It will be funny. It WILL!

Oct 03 2006

Fade to Black

Please go visit the Fade to Black site and buy tickets if you’ll be in the area. It should be an awesome show. I mean, I’M performing- what else do you want? (Internet says: You mean besides seeing your chubby, white belly shake awkwardly under a spotlight in front of lots of people? Nothing!)

I’ve been told the bands will be quite good and I can attest to the skill of many of the lovely dancers. You can come out and get an airbrush tattoo from me even if you don’t want to watch hot, scantily clad girls shake their creative stuff.

See you there!

Oct 03 2006

Sign Language

In answer to the question posed by wings (Hi!), yes, Cole knows a little sign language. He understands “milk” and “eat/food.” That’s all we’ve focused on so far. I think that soon we will be introducing more. Before now, he wasn’t as interested in communicating. Now it’s becoming very important. I think he’ll catch on fast.

Oct 03 2006

Hissy-fits, Ikea, Poop, and Sushi

This past Sunday, our friends from Humboldt and their lovely children came down to Sacramento. Because it would normally be an 8 hour drive to go see them, we jumped at the chance to only have to drive 2 hours.

We were set to meet them at about 11:30, but we have other friends in Sac that we wanted to visit with, so we left early and got there for breakfast.

The breakfast place that had been chosen is a place that is eternally busy, at least on Sunday mornings. However, last Sunday it was busier than I’ve ever seen it. There was a waiting list that covered a whole sheet of paper with three columns. Our name would have been the first on the new sheet of paper. Our party wasn’t even there yet and, when phoned, said that they wouldn’t be there for another 15 minutes.

Those of you that know me know (I hope) that I am normally a very reasonable person but that, on occasion, when I’m feeling that another party in the situation is being particularly unreasonable and inflexible, I can throw hissy fits become extremely adamant.

When realizing that the wait was going to be at least half an hour, and thinking about having nowhere to sit and the squirmy, hungry, just-slept-for-2-hours-and-will-not-take-a-nap-just-because-it-would-be-so-damn-convenient-for-mommy, 24 pound almost-toddler on my hip, I…well…I threw a hissy.

Our friends were kind enough to select another place that I thought was just fine and I hope that they were adequately satisfied, as well. I have since apologized via email.

From there, we made a mad dash to Ikea, the chosen meeting spot for our Humboldt friends.

They were lovely and witty and wonderful to be around, as always. it seemed to make no difference that we hadn’t seen them in over 2 years- I was still just as comfortable and I hope that they felt the same. Their children are now humongous (not fat. At ALL. Just SO grown up!) and gorgeous and brilliant. They (the father in particular) tried to use their siren song to lure John back into academia. He, as he always will be, was tempted, but happy to tell them that he likes what he’s doing right now, especially since it actually makes MONEY for our family, not DEBT (hear-hear!!). It was a great visit (and, Ikea? I love you better than ever now that I know you supply free Huggies diapers to mothers whose sons have quite stinkily pooped and can’t find the fathers carrying the damn diaper bag) topped off with a sushi dinner (not at Ikea). We hadn’t had sushi in a long time. We were long over-due.

(Funny side story about the poop- I was walking around Ikea with Cole in the cart and thought that I had walked into someone else’ fart cloud. I was kinda sicked out and tried to move on to get away from it. But it followed us. In fact, it followed us everywhere we went. I started thinking that maybe I was farting and didn’t even realize it. I started to get really concerned and a little bit paranoid when it occurred to me to sniff Cole. Until that point I didn’t think at all about the fact that he hadn’t pooped yet that day and that, considering he was a pretty constant factor wherever we went to get away from the stink, it could ever be him. Somebody just smack me on the forehead, okay? Now I wonder how many people around us thought it was ME farting. I may never be able to go to that Ikea again.)

This next weekend is my last weekend to shop for Cole’s birthday party, considering I’m going to be so stupidly busy the rest of the month. You know those months where you look at the calendar on the first and think “Well, there goes THAT month”? Yup. I’m right there.

Oct 03 2006

Package Watch: Operation Birthday Present

Cole’s new Tricycle left Richmond, VA at 2:36 am yesterday and should currently be en-route to my office here in California. It is scheduled to arrive on Friday.

It seems that last year around this time I was having a similar sense of anxious anticipation for the arrival of something…hmm… Oh yeah- Cole.

On Friday the UPS truck will be giving birth to a German Tricycle. Cole is clueless, but I CAN’T WAIT!! I guess we should be thinking of a name…