Christa Tuesday - 32 Weeks

Boy do I long for the days when Christa would just sleep through the night. She wakes up crying at least two or three times every night but just can't seem to comfort herself back to falling asleep. This means I need to get up, put her chupie back in her mouth and she instantly falls back asleep. It's all over very quickly but I still need to get out of bed so I'm kind of over it. Too bad she doesn't seem to care.
Other than that, she's just so dang pleasant to be around. She loves to act bashful and smile big toothy grins while nose-laughing. My uncles are visiting from Germany and they keep asking when she cries because mostly she has a very calm disposition. Is this as upset/excited as she gets? She's so quiet! She eats so well! It's pretty fun to see them be so pleased with her because the first time they met her, she was a mere three weeks old I think. Not very exciting at that blob stage. 
This weekend I helped her find her balance long enough to stand a few seconds at a time without holding on to me. All this girl wants to do is stand up. She will seek out your fingers and raise them in the air because she knows that's what will get her off of her butt. She's not really crawling but she sure is good at rolling hither and yon. If she's in a bad mood at the witching hour (7 pm, every night), nothing can flip that mood like the sound of a bath running. Lately she sleeps from 7:30 to 5:30 which is pretty good aside from all the crying. I'm still fascinated by her willingness to eat anything and lots of it. This week's new milestone? Fish.
On a side note, Husband and I went out for a couple beers on Friday. We were at the brewery having lunch when a pre-teen girl stood up to play with her mom's hair. I don't know what's wrong with me but we can't go on a date and get a little tipsy without me falling apart. I got so emotional thinking about Christa being a girl that age so naturally I started weeping at the dinner table. Damn my little girl for making me a sappy mess.


Movie Review Haiku Friday Catch Up

So, we bought Neighbors
Thankfully the whim paid off
This shit was funny
Efron and Rogen
Two of my movie crushes
Killing it on screen
Husband liked it too
 The ending had me crying
And laughing so hard


Go Blue

Last night the Dodgers clinched the National League West and I can only imagine how happy this would have made my dad. That man had been a diehard fan since those boys were back in Brooklyn. His dedication to his team was so strong it rubbed off on his offspring, for goodness sakes. So many of my memories of him involve the Dodgers in some shape or form, whether it be the games we attended together, the LA cap or polo shirt he always seemed to wear, or listening to him cuss them out on TV even when they were winning. There's a reason they call it a blue streak, I think.
It's because of my dad that I have a "birthday game" at Chavez Ravine every year. My dad was with me at Dodger Stadium when Husband proposed. My dad was there when I got on the jumbo tron. My dad and the Dodgers - for me - may as well be one in the same.Yesterday I asked my boss if I could have seats to the playoffs from our office's season tickets if the Dodgers got there. Before I went to sleep, I saw they were winning and all of that must have seeped into my subconscious because I got a dream out of it.
I dreamed that Husband and I were at a hotel waiting to go to this playoff game and we were supposed to give two of the tickets away to this lady and her daughter. It turned out that they had tickets already so I called my dad to see if he wanted to go. His phone went to voice-mail and the message said he was at a doctor's appointment. I tried my mom and couldn't get a hold of her either. For some reason, I had to go down to move our car so I took the elevator down and when the doors opened, there were my folks waiting in the lobby to come with us to a game. I rarely dream about my dad so when I saw him sitting there in his Dodger pullover that he always wore to games, my heart just swelled. It felt so real and I simply can't put into words how good it was to see him. Even as I type this, I have to take a deep breath because I'm just overcome. I'd like to think he knew how much I needed to see him, to celebrate that moment with him, and he showed up on purpose. I can't tell you how much I hope the Dodgers don't fuck this up for him and if they were to actually win the World Series this year, that would just be it for me. For him. Here's to hoping.


A Book Review - WTF, Right!?

Ohmygosh you guys. The last time I finished a book was in January of 2013. Do you know how ashamed I am to type that? I long for the days when I used to devour book after book, week after week but almost two years has passed. That means way too much time is spent on Entertainment Weekly and the mother-effing internet. Yuck. Anyway, last week I got tired of looking at BJ Novak's One More Thing: Stories and Other Stories sitting on the back of my toilet and I swore I would finish it. And I did. In like three days. Thank goodness it was slow at work. 
The last four books I read prior to this one have essentially been compilations of short stories so I will try to branch out on the next one but in the meantime, this has been a pretty good genre for me. It took me months of potty reading to really get into this book because it was a little too weird at first, I think. These weren't short stories in the way I was used to them, like how David Sedaris pretty much writes essays. Some of these short stories were only a couple lines long like the one that simply said:
"I was sad that summer was over.
But I was happy that it was over for my enemies, too." 
My brain kind of couldn't wrap around that idea but once I got into it I found myself really enjoying them. 
BJ Novak was a writer (and actor) for The Office, which was one of my all-time favorite shows. He also wrote (and guest starred) in an episode of The Mindy Project - another of my favorites. I swear that I and the rest of their fan base wants him and Mindy Kaling to just be romantically together in real life and cut the shit but that's a story for another day. As a writer, he really has an amazing talent setting so many different voices and mood tones. Some of the stories were snarky, some romantic, some silly, some quite thought provoking. The one that stands out in my mind right now though, is a story called The Comedy Central Roast of Nelson Mandela. He was able to really nail the speaking patterns of well-known comedians (Jeffrey Ross, Sarah Silverman, Gilbert Gottfried, Lisa Lampanelli), so much so that I could actually "hear" their voices in my head and I just don't know that many people can actually nail something like that like he did. 
But I guess you'll just have to read it yourself to understand what the heck I'm trying to say. I would go ahead and recommend this book for a regular potty reader for sure. Makes it last longer. And that's a compliment.


Christa Tuesday - 31 Weeks

When we took Christa to JCPenney's this weekend for her 7-month pictures, the photographer told me she had won first place in her region by useng the picture we signed off on for promotional use the first month of Christa's wee life. That made me feel so happy, you know? I mean, after so many trips to the mall for these photos, I start to hate the whole idea of it. Then something nice comes of it - aside from the awesome photo diary of her first year - and it kind of makes it all worth it.
I'm not entirely sure but I think there may be more teeth coming. There's a lot of grumpiness and the chupie is in use more now than ever. We try to restrict it to sleep time and the car seat for the most part, though, which is much better than we were with Casey. This child is happiest when she is eating. Maria sent me a video of her chowing down on a peach like she'd never seen food before and it made me laugh. Last night, she had a pizza crust she was going to town on and when I took it away from her she began to cry. It's just too funny. She's also getting pretty good at using a sippy cup and will sit in that little green chair and throw herself backwards to chug her water. It's pretty funny because she looks like a tiny drunk person.
She's not crawling yet but she is rolling around a lot and we'll find her far from where we left her sometimes. With assistance, like if you prop her up on something, she'll stand all day long. And if you're kind enough to hunch over and hold her hands, she takes little steps down the hallway or further. She's also getting louder and louder with each passing day. Lots of Bwah sounds and Mems. She squeals and laughs. Her "monster face" where she scrunches up her eyes and mouth and nose happens a lot more frequently. My favorite thing about her, though, is that smile. She's very generous with it and that just makes me so happy.


Hash House Harriers Weekend Pics

This weekend we participated in our first gathering of the Hash House Harriers of Camarillo. Don't worry, I needed to Google it too. Basically, it's a group of "drinkers with a running problem." This crew didn't run so much because many of us were bogged down by children, but we did a pretty serious 3-mile hike through a park area of Camarillo and drank along the way. Here's a funny story: Husband used to live with this lady named Kassandra. For those of you that watch survivor, she was Chaos Kass this last season. Anyway, she had convinced him to blog much in the same vein that BFF convinced me to blog and we credit these two along with this platform for us getting married. Thanks, Blogger! So, we're waiting for this HHH race/run thing to start and there is this chick there who asks how I know Kassandra and I tell her how she used to be roomies with Husband and she goes "The blog!" and I felt like our secret identity had been revealed. It was super surreal to have someone recognize us from this place. Very weird but also kind of awesome because I don't know if "we met on the internet blogging" is the most romantic story of all time.
 Here is "Kiki" (Casey's new nicknack for Christa) getting ready to roll.
 Here are all of us a the starting point in our pirate-themed gear as was required by the HHH group. Day after Talk Like A Pirate Day and what have you.
 Can Husband seriously not do kissy/duckface every damn time we take a selfie?
 And for those of you that say we don't look alike, I say suck it.
After the hike we met up at the hosts' house for a BBQ and there was this old doggie who claimed Christa as her best friend because she had Cheerios. You guys should have seen the dang playroom that belonged to the children that lived there. WHOA. There was also this dude there that was totally wasted who kind of started to pick a fight with Kassandra and Husband because they were corpsmen or Seabees or some damn thing and I was like really? We're 40 and we have beef? No. Aside from that, though, super nice people and a super fun time and Casey got to play with friends and swim in a pool on a nice hot day. I guess we're invited to a Zombie run in October. Run? Me? Nope. But the idea is nice!


I'm A Sap Haiku Friday

Almost said goodbye
To our bunny friend today
The one with no name
I'm allergic now
And Husband always has been
Bun gets few pets now
But he's Betty's bud
Been together her whole life
We couldn't do it

Here's a little back story to this haiku that I feel warrants being told. There is a driver that delivers to our work named Lance. Lance has more money than God but he still drives trucks for personal reasons. He had a bunny that he loved deeply. That bunny had his own house. Not a "house in the yard" like another term for a cage but an actual house. Like my house. But designated for the bunny. Yeah. Anyway, Lance's bunny died last week because it got bunny cancer. Lance knows all about my bunny and how I can't really love him as much as I want to and he offered to take my bunny. What an opportunity for my neglected Bun to have a rich new daddy! I thought Husband would have zero cares to give about this but he felt if we took Bun away from Betty, she would be too sad without him, that Bun calms Betty. I thought that was very sensitive and thoughtful of Husband. I must be the devil because I never even considered the dumb dog and her suicidal thoughts if she lost her BFF.


Casey's Four-Year Checkup

Casey was pretending to be the doctor here and asked what I was there for. I told him I wanted to make sure my little boy was healthy. He is. He weighs 43 pounds (91st percentile) and is 40.5" tall (52nd percentile). He didn't cry when he got his vaccinations so he got the privilege of putting his hand on Dr. Sally's wall. As you will see below, he can never stop moving so it ended up being a giant green (his favorite color) blob on the wall that she later outlined. I love this child but he is like a a damn hurricane.

Some things about Casey right now:
  • He says "freeget" instead of forget.
  • His favorite question is "What the heck was even that for?"
  • Despite my insistence that he does not say this, he loves saying he will punch people in the face (this is 100% my fault).
  • An accident is an "askonent."
  • Nothing cuts him deeper than telling him he is being a bad listener or that he needs a time out/has to take a break in his room.
  • He sings a lot.
  • He loves watching "EVANHD" videos on youtube with his dad before bedtime where Evan builds Legos. 
  • He digs superheros, Transformers, Ninja Turtles and Legos best. 
  • His snuggle buddy at bedtime is Kermit the Frog.
  • He's getting very good at dressing himself and really likes wearing two different colored socks.
  • And just for fun, his diet is almost exclusively: Pop tarts, pancakes, cereal, bagels, chocolate milk/carnation instant breakfast, veggie/fruit snacks, Ritz crackers with fake cheese, yogurt drinks, veggie/fruit juices, PB&J, chicken nuggets, grilled cheese sandwiches, french fries, chips, bagel pizza/pizza, cookies, ice cream/popsicles, and applesauce. Thank goodness for chewable gummy vitamins and probiotics, eh?


Christa Tuesday - 30 Weeks

Little Miss Christa Tutu turns SEVEN MONTHS OLD on Thursday. Can you believe it? Could time go any faster? Husband and I were talking and he remembered how when he would go on deployment for seven months at a time that it would drag on and on. Now, it's like we blink and a month has flown by. She's growing by leaps and bounds and her personality is just exploding out of her tiny little body. She eats like a horse! Last night she ate half a banana and a bowl full of crushed blueberries and strawberries in one sitting. Then she topped it off with six ounces of formula. Needless to say, but I'll say it: her poops are glorious.
She came with me to the doctor yesterday for her brother's four-year checkup and a retest of her urine (which was all good). I was trying to keep her busy so I could be a part of Casey's exam so I set some Cheerios in front of her and she just chowed down on them the whole time. Dr. Sally was stunned at her ease and comfort in feeding herself and mentioned that she normally sees nine-month-old babies eat that well but not really babies her age. I felt pretty proud of her. Dr. Sally was also happy to see how well she uses my fingers to pull herself into a standing position. I'm predicting she will walk before nine months.
And finally, I should address the picture I used this week. Betty and Christa are deeply, madly in love with one another. When Christa sees Betty she squeals. She smiles from ear to hear and throws her hands out as if to embrace the dog. Betty sits right in front of her so Christa can grab her face and pull her ears and doesn't mind one bit. Lately Betty has been sliding right next to Christa on the floor for the hugs and kisses you see above. God forbid one of us doesn't react instantly if Christa makes a peep otherwise Betty is all over us. A girl and her dog, right?


Scant Weekend Pics

On Saturday, mom and I took the kids to visit Great -Grandma for a spell.
 Then in the afternoon I added Christa's name to my ankle along with two stars for the babies we lost. Christa is considered a "rainbow baby" because she came after a loss so I kind of love the way her name arches like a rainbow. It feels complete now.
Casey was responsible for his class mascot, Buddy the Frog, this weekend. 
Here we are enjoying "Friday Sunday Pancake Breakfast."
 In the afternoon I bought new furniture for our house (HOORAY!) and on the way to the store we saw a wee pony had escaped its trailer and was being led back to it right next to the freeway on-ramp. My mind went wild with imagining how this came to be. Were they stopped at the light and the pony just tried to make a break for it? Were they driving and the pony finally had enough so it kicked its way out and the drivers only knew of its escape because of the thud they heard as it hit the ground? So many possibilities!


Haiku Friday

Another Friday
They seem to pop up quickly
I lose track of days
We've got good routines
Husband, the children and I
The week runs smoothly
I fear the changes
That are on the horizon
Messing up our flow


Christa Tuesday - 29 Weeks

Little Miss Christa here is happiest when she's standing. I really doubt that she will crawl but think she will actually just go straight from rolling here and there to walking. That's not me boasting, that's just me calling it as I see it. If she sees your hands in front of her, she's reaching for them and using you to pull herself up. It's basically all she wants to do and I'm just there to help her balance. Maria bought her this thing on wheels that she can "stand up" in and "walk" around her hardwood floors so now she's spoiled. She also uses the stand-up bouncy thing a lot at our house, but mostly I think she thinks it's her toilet because #2s happen a lot in there.
On Saturday we introduced Cheerios for the first time and she's a big fan. I've just been feeding her bite sized pieces of things that we have been eating and seeing what sticks but she's really happy when she can grab handfuls of round cereal. She has eaten sausage, chicken, rice, noodle soup, pancakes, eggs and so much more but really did not seem to enjoy banana in the least. I don't think she's crazy about the little baby food things (especially not pears!) any more because she just makes fart noises with her lips and spits the food all over my person. Not a fan of that trick. I haven't nursed her in days so it's all formula from here on out.
She's been "singing" a lot lately and it is just the cutest thing ever. I love the sound of her tiny voice, all her coos and giggles (she's the most ticklish when I nomnomnom on her collar bone and boobies). She doesn't seem to be crying as much either so I think the initial teething pains may have passed (Thank you, infant Motrin!). Those two little teeth, front and bottom middle, are quite prominent but I don't have a picture of them yet. Maybe next week. She's sitting up very well on her own and really loves bath time with her brother now that she can be more interactive as opposed to just lying there in her mini tub. She's just so damn fun.


Weekend Pictures

 Sometimes Christa's hair is spectacular.
 BFF & I went out for the morning and she took this picture of me and my daughter together. Because if she and I don't do it, no one will. We were having a beer at Anacapa Brewing Company for my dad's birthday at 11:30 a.m.. Prior to that we'd had breakfast at Mrs. Olson's Coffee Hut, went to an impromptu car show along Main Street in Ventura and hit the Old Mission San Buenaventura
 Later that night we went to O-sabi with the whole fan damily to celebrate Dad some more. Casey was enthralled with the flaming preparation and the chef's showmanship. Had my dad been there, he'd have been smiling from ear to ear seeing his family have so much fun and the kids behaving so well.
 Christa had a huge day on Saturday so Sunday found her like this. All sweaty and exhausted. We did diddly squat other than a quick trip to Target. Most of the afternoon was spent outdoors or watching football.
 See what I mean about being the only one to photograph me with my children?
 Unintentional Betty censorship makes me laugh.
Could these two love each other more?


Haiku Friday

So tomorrow would have been
Sixty-seven years
I can't believe it
You've been gone for ten months now
And it still hurts bad
Daddy's little girl
Most days I'm lost without you
Happy birthday, Poo.


Christa Tuesday - 28 Weeks

Big news in Christa's world right now are two teeth popping up, lower front. This means a lot of discomfort and drool and tears. We have become familiar with Motrin this weekend for sure. I also wouldn't rule out a growth spurt as well because her appetite has tripled. She's started eating with her hands so we're trying new things like baby snacks that dissolve in spit and crackers. She can also finish those little Gerber cups like a champ and can eat up to three a day. She's not a fan of me smooshing up actual bananas but she seemed to really dig avocados.
We also tried out this baby backpack thing that is pictured for a longer period of time this weekend. We've been using it around the yard with her facing outward and she seems to really like that. This time, I turned her around, facing me, and we walked out and about at the museum and the surrounding little trails and she never made a peep. She had her first little outdoor picnic there, sitting upright and eating like a big girl. We discovered this weekend that unless she is sleeping, she's not a big fan of the car. Boy oh boy did she cry on the way up to Santa Barbara and on the way back from LA. Not a good time for mom. No, sir.
And in mommy news, I guess my milk supply is basically non-existent all of a sudden. I blame the insane stress I have been under for the past few weeks as well as the lack of sleep. A baby up four times a night does not make for a well-rested mommy. Christa is mainly on formula now and maybe that's not that bad of a deal because truthfully the idea of teeth and nipples does not really appeal to me. I'm stoked we've had this six and a half months of nursing though. We went quite a bit further than Casey and I did. He stopped at three months.


Some Weekend Pics

We were supposed to go up North to visit Christine & Co. for the long weekend but Christa started teething, both kids got colds and a long distance road trip that involved four of us in a hotel room didn't sound like the right idea. Instead, we went to the Santa Barbara Museum of Natural History on Saturday for the Butterflies Alive exhibit. This is just one of so many I took:
Christa is really doing great sitting up like a big girl so we get to take pictures like this and they make me super happy. Look at her, all rugged and ready for nature in her wee cargo pants.
They had this whole area perfect for dress-up and make-believe so Christa was a firefighter. And Husband's arms were stupid big.
We had an impromptu invite to BBQ with BFF & Co. on Sunday. It was a nice, warm day, perfect for backyard pool time and semi-nudity. It's also worth nothing that there was NO TRAFFIC all the way down and I was so, so happy.
Blue icing is not very tidy but sure makes for a cute photo op.
And who can say no to superhero underpants and bubbles? 

Movie Review Monday

I am a super big fan of New Girl so when I saw that Nick Miller and Coach were going to be in a movie together, I told Husband I absolutely wanted to see it. My mom said, as she always does, that Let's Be Cops "didn't get very good reviews." I generally don't pay attention to such things but Husband said on the way there that it only had about a 20% rating on Rotten Tomatoes. At that point, I'll definitely say I was reconsidering. However, Husband and I did a little day drinking so I figured we'd be nice and loose for some dumb funny.
I'll tell you right now, there's dumb funny and there's just plain dumb and I'm afraid this movie falls into the latter category. The only laughs I really got were from the parts I had already seen in the trailers and TV promos. I think this movie could have gone in a totally different direction but it was so cheesy and maybe tried to take itself a little too seriously. The dialogue was borderline terrible. They could have had so much more fun with this premise and unfortunately it just fell flat. After a while I just started to pretend I was watching them on their TV show pretending to be other people but that didn't even really work. Toward the very end there was some pretty good action and genuine tension but it just wasn't enough to save this flop. Bummer.

Haiku Friday Delayed

Took the day off work
Cuz Casey's daycare was closed
And Husband was off
 Casey got a trim
Because "school" starts on Tuesday
Then went to Gaga's
Mom and Dad went out
And we got our day drink on
And saw a movie