02 October 2007

Mah Berfday

Today I turned 38. How did this happen? Where did 31 - 37 go? I remember turning 30, obviously. That's a biggun'.

My dutiful husband sent me to a day spa for the afternoon. He started doing that two years ago for my birthday and I told him there would never, ever be a need for any other type of gift. Never would he have to be at a loss as to what I would want. Ever! Yay for day spas!

After being treated like royalty for five hours, I came home to a small surprise party! Somehow, Rob was able to keep a secret for a whole week and not tell me what he was up to. Our parents were there, and my brother and his girlfriend. And Mr. Boog of course! It was so nice to spend an evening with a bunch of people that I love.

I am so relaxed and happy. What a great way to end a birthday. :)

30 August 2007


Hi everyone! Or rather, hello to the three people who read this on occasion. I'm going to have to take a break from this for a while. I have nothing interesting to write about these days. I mean, my life isn't boring or anything, I just can't figure out what to write about. Perhaps I've gotten too much sun.

I'll be back!

14 August 2007


Oh. My. Gawd.

Jeff Lewis is a nut job. And irritating. And I am loving my new guilty pleasure immensely.

In other news, I am going to Phoenix on Thursday morning, returning Sunday. I am really looking forward to seeing my sis-in-law and her girls. But. BUT! I am NOT looking forward to Phoenix in August. And no pool. Does anyone make air-conditioned clothing?

11 August 2007

Any psychoanalysts out there?

I had a dream last night that I was Snoop Dogg's girlfriend. All I wanted to do was lovingly stroke his cheek.

That's all I remember.

31 July 2007

All The World's A Stage

A couple of months ago, Rob came home from work with the usual handful of anecdotes to share. One of the project managers on a job had received a pair of tickets to a concert. It turns out that Rob's Big Boss has some contact in the ticket business, and can get great seats to any show you want. And he gets tickets for the occasional employee in recognition of a job well done. Since Rob overheard all of this, his boss must have felt obligated to extend the offer to Rob as well; to get tickets for him to a concert of his choice.

Rob relays this story to me and I could tell we're both thinking the same thing: RUSH! Their tour this summer would be heading this way and there is no chance we would be missing out on that. He decided to ask his boss for four tickets, so that we could take our friends along, who are also fans. He asked. Time passed. More time passed. I asked Rob about it. He didn't know anything yet. His boss assured him he was on it.

The concert date was looming. I bugged Rob for something concrete. He emailed the boss. Turned out that the ticket guy was in Hawaii but had assured him that it was a go. A little over a week before the concert, Rob called me from work. The boss came through! Four tickets, fourth row! The tickets were waiting for him on his desk a little later. Well, it turned out that it was actually twelfth row, but seriously. Who cares? Free tickets are the best seats in the house, as far as I'm concerned.

The day of the show, Rob went in to work super early so that he could leave early. We all met up at another friend's house in order to carpool down to San Diego.

The seats were fantastic. The show was amazing and we all had an incredible time. There weren't enough superlatives in the English language to accommodate our enthusiasm.

We got home at 1:30a.m. (AM, people! Woo! Can we party or WHAT?) and collapsed. We were zombies the next day. Fatigue has never been more worth it.

11 July 2007

I Have the Giggles BIG TIME

You know how sometimes you get the giggles and you CANNOT STOP? And the more time passes, the worse it gets? Like you start tearing up, and then crying/giggling? And to any witnesses, you look like you've totally crossed the line into "lobotomy candidate"? That was me just now, reading this.

09 July 2007

For Meigan

Hi Meigan! I miss you and I know this will make you laugh hysterically.

04 July 2007

Happy 4th of July!

We had a busy day, beginning with a morning at Salt Creek Park by the ocean with our friends and their son, who is Boog's age. Then naps all around, grocery shopping at a surprisingly empty store (!), and hamburgers at our place with the same friends from earlier in the day. The boys played hard all afternoon and into the evening. Seriously tuckered out and down for the count. We can see the fireworks along the coast from our living room window right now!

This picture was taken in the car seat last weekend, but apropos for today's occasion. Hope you all enjoyed your day!

22 June 2007

Enter the Toddler

Yesterday, Boog and I had some snags in our schedule. After a leisurely early morning of playing in the apartment, I took him for a walk a little too late, and he fell asleep in the stroller. I know that most of you would say, "Hey, great!", but I had no intention of walking around for a two hour nap as the temperature climbed past 85. Go ahead and call me a wimp.

Miraculously, I transferred him to the car seat, still asleep. The transfer from car to crib was not so miraculous. But I left him in the crib with his bottle and took a shower. Later, I heard my cell phone beeping that there was a voice mail. I had forgotten to take it on the walk. I looked for ten minutes for the phone, with no luck. I recalled that Boog had been playing with it earlier, and thought he might have hidden it in the bookshelf or something. I called it from the home phone. I knew that it was set to super-low volume (for naptimes) and had a hard time locating the ringing. I finally walked past the dining room table and heard a faint ringing. Into the kitchen, and the sound disappeared. Zeroing in took some doing, but I finally stopped in front of the kitchen trash can, figuring he'd dropped the phone behind it. Nope, not there. I lifted the lid. Louder ringing.

Boog dropped my phone in the trash. Nice one!

Then. THEN! He has a nasty bit of diaper rash on his tush, right by where the elastic on the diaper sits against the skin. After changing his post-breakfast diaper, I let him run around nekkid for a bit to air out. Not two minutes into his streaking escapade does he whizz on the carpet next to his little piano. The kicker was that he noticed the sound on the carpet that it was making, and looked down in complete and utter awe of what he was accomplishing. Absolutely priceless.

17 June 2007

Happy Father's Day, Honey

It's been amazing to watch you become the father you've always wanted to be. And what a wonderful father you are. I love you, Rob!

16 June 2007

Um...Sliced Bread?

Overheard by woman sitting in massage chair (with calf massager attachment) at Linens -n- Things:

"Oooooohhhh, this is better than..."

15 June 2007


14 June 2007

So adorable

My niece calls it a "glove department" instead of a glove compartment. I always want to hug her when she says that, for putting such a large smile on my face.

11 June 2007

Evening Stroll

The three of us went for a walk across the street from our apartment yesterday evening. I totally love where we live.

10 June 2007


I'm feeling almost all better. I think it turned out to just be a nasty head cold, but DAMN was it a big thorn in my side.

All I can say is that hubbies are awesome and they take care of Boogs when you're sick so that you can sleep in and have breakfast waiting when you wake up and not feel like you have to do anything but get better.

I love my hubby.

09 June 2007

08 June 2007


I think I have strep throat. Or something equally vile. I can barely lift my head off the pillow, much less entertain and change diapers of a thirteen month old. Ugh. I hatehatehate being sick. It's so inconvenient.

Boog is down for a nap and so am I. Night night.

05 June 2007



We're back from our trip to the Bay Area. Lots of fun to be had, I tell you what. And Boog could not have been better on the plane rides up and back. I'm so proud of that little dude.

Our main reason for the trip was to celebrate the first birthdays of all the babies in my old mom's group. I missed them all so much. And the babies are all so HUGE. It's been almost a year since we started the group, all neurotic and sleep-deprived first-time moms. I don't know what I would have done without them.

The Daddies were all there too!

Then we went to visit our old neighbor Sally and her wonderdog Lola. Boog LOVES Sally and Lola. Especially Lola.

The beautiful Meigan allowed us to stay with her and her little boog-ette, Nana, on Saturday night. We ate Indian food from the bestest Indian food place this side of the Mississippi. As I fed Boog his dinner, I spilled some pear puree on the table, to which Nana exclaimed "EWWWWW!" and ran squealing behind Mom's chair. So I wiped it up and started taunting her with the pear-soaked napkin. "EWWWW!" and more hiding. A couple of repetitions and I figured that one had run its course. Nope! Nana inches over towards me and says, "Touch me with the pears!" Has that combination of words ever been uttered in the history of words? I love that kid so much.

And then the power went out! There was no TV! What to do, WHAT TO DO??? Oh yes, that's right, we can "converse" and light candles. And of course French-braid some hair. We stopped short of "light as a feather, stiff as a board". And since the freezer was without power, I refrained from freezing Meigan's bra. Nana continued to delight me with more of her shenanigans. After doing a certain something that she refers to as "pooting", she would run up to me and say "Auntie Eva, I stink! Smell me!" It was my turn to say "EW."

We had a delicious breakfast at Fat Apple's the next morning.

My old friends Casey, Denise and their gorgeous son joined us. Such great friends to get up so early on a Sunday morning for us. I love them dearly and miss them so freakin' much. Denise is an awesome mom. We bonded like super-glue during our pregnancies.

Their son is almost three. Here he is sneaking some vodka that we had ordered with our pancakes.

Oh relax, I'm just kidding. He and Nana became fast friends. How cute are they?

Then Nana pooted again.

We made it outside after breakfast in the nick of time. Boog burst out of Casey's chest and ran off to lay more alien boog eggs.

I don't know how this post evolved into silliness, but rest assured it only means that I am in a terrific mood this week and it is all because of time well spent with people I love. I'm so glad we went.

Unexpected joy

This morning, I was driving to the bank with Boog. I turned a corner and caught a glimpse of some movement ahead on my left, just next to the median in the road.

It was a mommy duck and about eight tiny ducklings. I stopped the car and turned on my hazard lights, hoping to God that nobody would be paying more attention to the person on their cell phone than to driving their car. Everyone stopped, and in slow motion, the little duck family waddled across the street to safety.

The beauty of it brought me to tears.

Next stop: Science Camp

Our bank had a promotion for their customers last month, where we could go to some select museums for free when we showed our ATM card at the ticket window. So on Memorial Day, we went to the Discovery Science Museum! We're geeky like that.

There was a special exhibit about the body with a Sesame Street theme. I thought this random prop was kind of cute:

And what would a kid-centric museum be without a bunch of dinosaur stuff???

And the slide carved out of a dinosaur's tail.

We had a good time, doing the thing I treasure most about my life right now: spending time as a family.

01 June 2007


We're heading back up to Northern California for the weekend to visit old friends and mainly to celebrate our Boog's first birthday with all his buddies from my mom's group. It will be our first trip by plane since he was a tiny lump of chubb. I hope he doesn't scream the whole way up.

Cross your fingers for me?

24 May 2007

Here comes Pat!

It was bound to happen...

The other day, my friend Dawn and I met at the mall to let our little dudes (both boys, for those of you who are new to my site) run around in the enclosed carpeted play area for a while. This is how Boog was dressed:

Woman #1: "Oh, how cute! How old is she?"

Me: "13 months." Why bother correcting a stranger, right?

We decide to get smoothies, so we pack our guys into the strollers and head for Jamba Juice.

Woman #2: "Just look at those curls!!! What's her name?"

Me: "[a total boy's name, like Michael]"

Woman #2: "Well, she is just too precious."

Me: "Thanks!" Um, didn't I basically just tell you he's a boy?

We cruise around the mall, stopping in at the toy store to let the boys play at the train table. Boog interacts briefly with a little girl, a little older than him:

Woman #3: "Awww, they look about the same age. How old is your daughter? Mine is 15 months."

Me: [tired of humoring strangers] "He's thirteen months."

Woman #3: "OH! I'm so sorry. He looks like a girl."

I am torn between keeping his beautiful curls, or cutting them off to avoid such encounters in the future. As I typed that last sentence, I asked myself how in the world I could even consider option #2. Who gives a crap what total strangers think?!?!?!

I just answered my own question. Don't you love when that happens? Thanks, Blogger!

19 May 2007

Snap Happy

I love my new camera! Yesterday, I took Boog up to my parents' house for them to babysit while I took my oldest friend (we met when we were four!) out for a belated birthday lunch. When I came back from lunch, my son was SOAKED from head to toe. My mom had introduced him to their fountain in the front yard and was letting him go to town. I think he had fun.

17 May 2007

Workin' it Out ... NOT

So I've been a member of my gym for about, what, three weeks I think. I like it there; it's got everything I need in a gym (pool! woohoo!) and they've got a daycare room. Which is why I joined. To work out during the day and give Boog some time to socialize outside of the circle (of me).

Best laid plans. Yessirree. Know how many times I have had a workout longer than 15 minutes? One! Well, two actually. But once was while my mom babysat at my apartment. So, one. Uno.

What is this, you say? Why, I'll tell you! I've actually visited this gym many times, with Boog in tow, all fired up for a nice sweaty workout. But. My darling son will NOT be subjected to time away from me. How DARE I even CONSIDER trying to take care of myself. He keeps having total meltdowns and there is nothing I can do to appease him except just grab him and go home.

Poor me. I'm so annoyed. Well, at least I tried.

But you know what? I will not be discouraged by this minor glitch in my plan. I shall workout at night, once Rob is home. I will not be exhausted from the day, and will TCB at the G. (That's "take care of bidness at the gym" for those of you who are new.)

16 May 2007

Happy Birthday, Dad

Today, my dad turned 76. While he has slowed down a bit in his old age, he still amazes me with his strength. And still stubborn as a mule. And the biggest softie when it comes to his grandson. I love you Dad!

In other news, I got a new camera today! We came into a little extra money, and I took the opportunity to buy the Nikon D40 that I've been coveting for months. I have always wanted to add photography to my sad little list of hobbies, and now I'm in business! I'll be posting the results of this endeavor here, so stay tuned. Here are two that I took earlier this evening, itchin' to try it out right away:

15 May 2007

Two for Tuesday

I bought Boog a little piano today. He's clearly a prodigy:

Last week, we visited a carousel. Can you feel the love?

13 May 2007

Happy Mother's Day

I love you, Mom. Thank you for everything you do for me, and for being a great role-model for my current job of motherhood.

12 May 2007


So. Before another year passes without a post: My son turned one a couple weeks ago! Some of my distant friends have asked about the big day, and I've been meaning to write about it for two (okay, three) weeks now. To be honest, I was a bit freaked out that it's been a year already. How is it that it sneaks up on you like that? One minute he was three months old, lying there like a blob, casually batting at toys in his play gym, the next minute, he's twelve months old, pulling himself up using the ottoman, and walking across the room like a little pro.

One is a fun age for us. He's been pacing around the apartment, repeating "ma ma ma ma" over and over. So far, I think this is adorable. Especially when it produces spit bubbles. He calls for Dada when Rob walks into the another room for something, and has been informing us that "bah-boww" is the most important word in the English language. I figured I would know what bah-boww meant after about a week of hearing it in context, but he says it ALL the time: in his highchair, in the car, wandering the apartment, in his stroller. The only "word" that I can understand so far is "s-dat?", which means "what's that", which is what I say to him all time when he picks something up off the ground. This is usually accompanied by a chubby index finger, pointing vaguely in some direction.

He loves music, which delights me to no end. Any music will do. He smiles when I throw on a CD and starts rocking back and forth to the music. He "pops" his fat little legs sometimes, too, which makes me laugh. He always wants me to pick him up and let him play with the volume knob on the stereo, something his dad taught him.

He's just such a happy kid. He gives me cuddly body hugs and open-mouthed kisses. He holds on to my finger when we walk together outside. He finds so much joy in this world, and has re-opened my eyes to the simple pleasures of everyday experiences and objects. That was one of the things I knew would make parenthood so wonderful. I get to re-live my childhood through my own child's eyes. What a gift.

He's testing my skills as a parent already, too. He has full-on-throw-himself-on-the-floor tantrums when he doesn't get his way. He bites me on occasion, usually during moments of extreme frustration. I question my methods of handling these and other scenarios every day. Am I doing this right? Is this going to reinforce this annoying behavior? Am I screwing him up for life? What the hell am I doing, thinking I can be a mother? Who put me in charge???

And then my husband tells me that I'm a great mom, and that he's proud of me. And I have more and more days where things go rather smoothly, full of smiles, and well-timed naps and fun things to do. And I have my beautiful son, who lights up when he catches my eye, who makes this world so very bright and joyous. I am blessed.

And I'm relieved that the near-panic of the first year is over.

But most of all, I am blessed. Happy Birthday, Boog-a-boog. I am so proud to be your mommy.

27 April 2007

Chaps My Hide:

When people call it "Barnes & Nobles".

Oh! And while we're on the subject, who the hell coined the phrase, "Whole Nother"??? I hear intelligent, well-spoken people uttering this ALL THE TIME. Case in point: Dr. Phil in every single episode of his show.

I'm just sayin'.

Make it Burn

Boog turned one year old two weeks ago. I am constantly amazed that Rob and I made such a beautiful little person - he has changed so much since he was born, to the point of practically being unrecognizable from newborn Boog. More on him and his milestone in another post, though.

He isn't the only one who has changed in a year.

I'm talking about My Body. I've decided that me and My Body are no longer buds. We need a weekend getaway to reconnect and fall in love all over again. My Body continually disappoints me these days and I. HAVE. HAD. IT.

My son's birthday brought to light in my mind of denial that I have not returned to my pre-pregnancy form yet. My Body seems to have revolted and is actually flaunting the fact that she is Large and In Charge. To add insult to injury, I received a notice that my 20-year reunion is coming up in July. And nothing highlights one's insecurities like impending reunions. Am I right, ladies? All of this transforms into emotional outbursts - usually directed towards Rob, the poor guy. Which makes me feel bad, which makes me eat, which makes me gain weight, which makes me mad, which I take out on Rob, which makes me feel bad, etc. Lather, rinse, repeat.

I spent most of Sunday in my jammies, watching TV and being depressed. Pity parties are always catalysts for change in my life, though, so there is a silver lining here. I joined a gym on Monday! And signed up for some personal trainer sessions. I went the next day, putting Boog in their little daycare room, and worked out for an hour. It felt good. And Boog didn't have a melt-down until I came to pick him up. (As soon as he saw me, he started to cry. How cute is that? Sorry, I still think that sort of thing is cute.)

Anyhoo, I think things are looking up. I'm making an effort to eat better (and less!) and the gym will be there to make me strong. I have a feeling that I'll need that strength for my little toddling, soon to be running, Boog.

09 April 2007

Ready for his closeup

In accordance with the Mommyblog Law, Section 12, paragraph 6, I am posting a series of photos of Boog for your enjoyment. I am sorry to inform you that after these photos were taken, he was mysteriously and incessantly chewed on. Forensics have released their findings: teethmarks belong to what appears to be a female humanoid, possibly related to him on his maternal side.

25 March 2007

Now Playing: L to the A to the Z to the Y

Go ahead, call me lazy and unimaginative. After trolling around reading the memes from the others that Sari had tagged, I came across this one. Me too, me too! I love movies and the escape they provide sometimes. I've been sitting on this post for weeks now, and for lack of anything interesting, I am providing something for you to read if you have already read EVERY SINGLE OTHER BLOG ON THE INTERNET.

On with the show!

1. Name a movie that you have seen more than 10 times.

When Harry Met Sally. I saw it in the theater and loved it. It was my first DVD purchase, and I always watch it when I'm sick. Laughter is the best medicine, right? I love some of the one-liners in this flick. And it's about two people becoming best friends and falling in love - the best kind of love if you ask me.

2. Name a movie that you've seen multiple times in the theater.

The Matrix. The first time I saw it, I had not read or heard anything about its premise and was BLOWN AWAY. I had to go back and watch it again. Trinity kicks ass.

3. Name an actor that would make you more inclined to see a movie.

Brad Pitt. For purely selfish reasons that need not be elaborated upon.

4. Name an actor that would make you less likely to see a movie.

Danny Glover. That guy cannot act his way out of a paper bag. I react physically to the mere mention of his name. It's kind of weird, actually.

5. Name a movie that you CAN and DO quote from.

One of the best things about movies is that you can enjoy them long after seeing them! There's a couple that I have to mention:
Monty Python's Holy Grail - "What ALSO floats in water? Very small rocks! Churches!"
Glengarry Glen Ross - "As you all know, the first prize is a Cadillac El Dorado. Second prize is a set of steak knives. ...Third prize is you're fired."
Office Space - [pretty much the whole screenplay is one long quote]

6. Name a movie musical that you know all of the lyrics to all of the songs.

Sound of Music! I know most of Grease too, but I've watched Sound of Music many more times, I think.

7. Name a movie you have been known to sing along with.

Sound of Music!

8. Name a movie that you would recommend everyone see.

Amelie. I just love the way I feel at the end. It's such a feel-good movie full of life.

9. Name a movie that you own.

Raising Arizona. I have most of the Coen Brothers movies in my library, but this is the first one I ever saw.

10. Name an actor that launched his/her entertainment career in another medium but who has surprised you with his/her acting chops.

I guess I'd have to say Will Smith. He sure has come a long way from "Parents Just Don't Understand".

11. Have you ever seen a movie in a drive-in? If so, what?

Yes, I have seen a movie at a drive-in. And I cannot for the life of me remember what it was. The last time I was at a drive-in was on a double-date, and we were definitely NOT watching the movie.

12. Ever made out in a movie?

*see #11* :P

13. Name a movie that you keep meaning to see but just haven't yet gotten around to it.

Ray. I don't know why I haven't seen it yet. But I want to.

14. Ever walked out of a movie?

Almost, several times. Van Helsing sucked, but I had kind of snuck in after seeing another movie in the theater, and figured a free movie doesn't need to be Oscar worthy. I also disliked Mission Impossible II in a way I find hard to describe. Something about the dorky closeup shots of Tom and Thandy that were soap-opera-ish and so dumb. It kept distracting me from the action. I had such high expectations for a John Woo movie, to boot. Don't get me started.

15. Name a movie that made you cry in the theater.

Forrest Gump. I bawled openly on at least three separate occasions. So did Patty, my movie buddy.

16. Popcorn?

Absolutely! And each person with me must have their own bag. My friend Meigan finds this amusing, but totally understands. I eat slow and do not appreciate someone eating five times as much popcorn as me in the same amount of time. Again: don't get me started.

17. How often do you go to the movies (as opposed to renting them or watching them at home)?

Sniff...since Boog was born, I think we've seen 3 movies. 4?? So sad. I used to watch one almost weekly. If I didn't have someone to go with, I'd go alone. But we have Netflix, so it's not really a big deal. Except that I miss movie popcorn. The homemade stuff tastes better, yes, and made with real butter, but there's something about the movie popcorn.

18. What's the last movie you saw in the theater?

Casino Royale. It took me and Rob ten minutes to remember that. How sad. And we actually liked it! Our memories have taken a turn for the worse.

19. What's your favorite/preferred genre of movie?

Romantic Comedy. I'm a sap. But I also love a good action movie.

20. What's the first movie you remember seeing in the theater?

Snow White. My brother and I went with an older neighbor girl. Saturday Night Fever was playing in the theater next to ours and we peeked in for a second. I also remember going with all the neighborhood kids to see ET. We all sat in the second row, getting cricks in our necks from leaning our heads back. Good times.

21. What movie do you wish you had never seen?

Queen of the Damned. I am a big Anne Rice fan, and this was such a disappointment.

22. What is the weirdest movie you enjoyed?

Brazil. Deliciously weird.

23. What is the scariest movie you've seen?

I'd have to say Halloween. Since I saw it when I was younger, it was easier to give in and let it scare the bejeezus out of me.

24. What is the funniest movie you've seen?

The Big Lebowski. Nonstop hilarity. I don't know where the Coen Brothers find these characters, but they are GOLD.

Oh! And Best in Show. Because dog show people are nothing if not freaks to be parodied. :) And I mean that in the most adoring sense.

So, that's it for the movie meme. Are you wishing you had these last minutes back in your life? If so, drop me a note and I'll see what I can do.

22 March 2007

Tag, I'm It!

The lovely Sari has tagged me with a meme - list seven songs you are into right now...no matter what they are. They must be songs you are presently enjoying. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to.

I don't have an iPod Shuffle like Sari, and usually listen to albums in their entirety, so I'm just picking the ones that I enjoyed MOST from the albums I've listed to recently, one anomaly, and some from the radio while driving.

I'm listening to:

1. Don't Worry Baby - The Beach Boys
2. It Won't Be Long - The Beatles
3. When The World Is Running Down, You Make The Best Of What's Still Around - The Police (yes, the song title IS that long)*
4. French Toast - The English Beat
5. La Villa Strangiato - Rush
6. Benson (the TV Theme song) - Artist Unknown**
7. Busy Child - The Crystal Method

*an amusing note about number 3: Rob, my adorable hubbinator, thought for years that the lyrics were "When the world is running down, you make the best cup of stew around." I laughed for days when I had the privilege of correcting him.

**as for the Benson theme song, we have discovered that this tune sends Boog into yet another giggle session. Observe:

Thanks, Sari! That was fun! I think I will forgo the tagging, though. If anyone wants to grab it, please do! And let me know, because I think it's kind of cool to see what you all are into at the moment.

20 March 2007

Nana Visitor

The title of this post is me at my geekiest. It refers to my dear friend Meigan and her beautiful daughter Nana, who flew down from the Bay Area for a visit over the weekend. It also refers to an actress from Deep Space Nine. I am deeply sorry that I cannot refrain from being a nerd.


We had a terrific time, she and I and our kids. We were amused to no end when watching Nana and Boog interacting. [She's exactly two years older than him. My water broke at her birthday party last year!] Being deeply entrenched in toddlerhood, her sharing gene has yet to be activated. To add to the humor, Boog wants to be a part of EVERYTHING she is doing. This annoys her. He wants to play with whatever she's playing with, and she finds his pleads offensive. Hilarity ensues.

I had missed them both so much. Thank you, Meigan, for making the trek down here with your little bear. I love you. ITMODHFW! (Try and guess THAT one, my friend!)


Much cuter than Ted Kaczynski, obviously.

11 March 2007


Three of Boog's cousins (my nieces) are visiting my in-laws (about an hour south) this week. They are six years, one year, and two months old. The oldest, "S", was supposed to spend this week (her spring break) solo with her grandma. Boy was she excited. When her mom decided that she was also coming, and bringing the other two girls, S was very upset.

I can see how that happened. She was the only child for five years, VERY close to her grandma. Then along comes "L" and she has to share the spotlight. Then another year goes by and "A" is born. She has become the "helper" now instead of the baby/center of attention. And boy did she love being the latter. And good at it! What a big personality for such a small person! She is a great kid. And in her defense, she ADORES her baby sisters.

But instead of relishing a whole week away from crying baby sisters, with Grandma's undivided attention, she found herself forced to share her visit with three other people: her mom, L, and A. Her favorite uncle (Rob) took pity on her plight and offered her some respite up here at our apartment for a sleepover.

All night tonight, from the moment we arrived home, until her bedtime, she got to be "the baby", and man did she play it up! Crawling around, talking in a baby voice, snuggling in my lap before bedtime, a story in Aunt Eva and Uncle Rob's bed. Tomorrow, she and Boog and I will be baking cookies and going swimming before her mom comes up to see our new place and pick her up.

I'm so happy that I have this enormous family on Rob's side. My immediate family is very small. Three siblings-in-law, and six nieces! And the best bonus is that my little Boog is growing up with cousins around him. It'll be fun to watch them all running around like monkeys, getting into trouble together and creating memories that they will cherish.

On another note, Boog took a couple steps this week! What a big boy! Both Rob and I were there to see it, even. Which is fantastic, considering it could have happened while he was at work, which would have totally bummed him out. So, YAY!

07 March 2007

The Joys of Parenting

I had a good mommy day today. Aside from him waking up at 5:30 and not going back to sleep again, it was a perfect day. I put all housework aside and just played with him almost all day. Can I do that every day? Is that allowed?

He was super stoked to have so much of my attention. We played chase, we crawled around the whole apartment, we made block towers and knocked them down again and again. We went to our music class and sang songs and danced around. We picnicked on the grass by the ocean in Laguna Beach with my friend Dawn and his buddy, her son, JT. We went shopping - to the fabric store - which he LOVED. As I pushed him up and down the aisles of bolts of fabric, he'd extend his chubby little arm to brush his fingers on the textures as they passed. He squealed with delight when we got to the ribbon aisle. Have I told you about his ribbon fetish? He waves ribbons over his head, back and forth, streamer-style. It really is just too much for words.

But anyway, the best part of the day? When he discovered that toilet paper rolls can be unrolled:

27 February 2007


I think balloons are so awesome. Boog and I were given one as a gift about two weeks ago, and it's still floating. TWO WEEKS! It's a balloon inside a balloon. That must be the trick.

Anyway, here's yet another use for it. Head-bonking for the amusement of one's child. Observe:

Sundance and Scooters

I never thought I'd be joining the throngs of American Idol addicts, but it has finally roped me in. I watched two of the "audition episodes" and laughed so hard that I cried. And that does not happen enough in my life. The laughing/crying thing. I love to laugh - it's a great release and cure-all for the blues.

So anyway. American Idol. Yes. I'm watching it. And tonight? If I would spend money on a phone call to vote? I would vote for Sundance. I have a total soft spot for Mustang Sally. I have ever since I saw "The Commitments" in the theater back in the 80s. 90s? Well, it was a long-ass time ago. Sundance was awesome. And he almost lost it during the dedication to his son, talking about how the little dude has started smiling and he's missing it. Broke my heart, it did! Awwww.

On another subject altogether: Blogger has these subtle bits of humor sprinkled about its little world. You know how you can label each of your posts to categorize them? Like mine are Boog, hubby, NaBloPoMo, pouting, etc. It makes me giggle that the helpful Blogger examples for "Labels for this Post" are scooters, vacation, and fall. ....Um, scooters?????

18 February 2007

Blast from the Past

Remember this trick?

Good times.

Sunday Funnies (funny to me only)

Me: I can't believe it's 7:30 and the Boog is still sleeping.

Rob: Me too! I think I'm gonna get up and go watch "This Week" now.

Me: "This Week with George Snuffelluppagus"?

Rob: Yes, Eva. That.

16 February 2007

Week of Longness

Rob has been out of town since Tuesday night. He had training in Provo, Utah, otherwise known as Sin City. Ha! Ha! Oh dear, my wit is just too much.

Anyhoo, it's been a long week, to say the least. Valentine's Day began with a delivery of rosey roses!


I was about to chronicle my every activity for the week when I realized that NOBODY CARES. To make it short, Boog had a cold, I got sick yesterday, my Mom came over and took the Boog out for a couple hours to let me nap, shower and eat without having to attend to His Royal Highness and His Royal Needs. Moms seem to know just what to do.

Here's mine with her grand-Boog:

He totally made her day when she came over. He sees her come in the door, squeals with delight and holds up his fat arms to indicate he'd like her to pick him up. Wrapped around his little finger, she is.

Well, Rob is due home in a couple hours and I can't wait. I miss him terribly. You know how something cool happens, or when you see something on TV or remember something funny that you want to share with your best friend? I have like 100 things to tell him about.

11 February 2007

Alice Marie

We spent the weekend in Phoenix, becoming the Godparents to our newest niece, Alice Marie:

She is such a sweet little thing. It's true what "they" say about forgetting how tiny those newborns really are. She is TINY. And yet, so was the Boog when he was 4 weeks old. Alice is wearing the family Christening gown, which is making its tenth appearance in 40 years. My mother-in-law embroiders each baby's name and baptism date into the slip. And she has a framed collection of photos of each baby wearing the gown, along with a typed strip with their name and date on it. I love traditions.

And it sure was nice to hold such a tiny little human in my arms again:

The Boog thought that the ribbons on her gown were just dandy:

And it was so nice to see my sister-in-law and her family again. We haven't seen them since Thanksgiving, as she was too pregnant to travel after that, and we were too busy moving south. The Boog and his cousins were busy entertaining each other constantly, which makes for peaceful nights of uninterrupted sleep. Woo hoo!

02 February 2007

Tears of laughter

It's all because of this site. Man, does that site make me laugh. And laugh and laugh. I have poured over the content of this site in the past, and then forgotten about it because I didn't bookmark it, and then was reminded of its existence again when perusing Sari's list of favorites.

Hi Sari! Looks like we have something in common! And EEK! I can't wait!:

This totally bugs

Friday nights at Rob and Eva's consists of the following:

(a) "Taco Friday"
(b) Putting the Boog to bed, and
(c) Settling in for a night of television viewing pleasure.

"Taco Friday" is our weekly tradition of partaking in the joy that is tacos. Rob even has a "Taco Shirt", which at the moment is "Taco Shirt II - Electric Boogaloo", since the first one was so hideous and nasty that he took pity on his wife and threw it out. Taco shirts are basically a bib with sleeves for sloppy eaters that catches all the crumbs that fall from said tacos when shoving them into one's mouth too quickly. An aside: Why is it that men cannot eat at a civilized pace? Why??? Then again, I take like an hour to finish a scoop of ice cream, so I guess Rob is the yin to my yang.

The Boog missed his afternoon nap since we were running errands, so he was out like a light by 7:30 - sweet.

I l-o-v-e LOVE watching Monk and Psych on Fridays. I was hooked on Monk a couple years back when I caught an encore episode on a Sunday afternoon where Monk subs as a baseball umpire. He stops the game to sweep dirt off of home plate and then the game comes to a grinding halt as he "details" home plate with spray-cleanser and wipes. I was in hysterics.

Okay, confession time: We are a non-TiVo family. No DVR or whatever either. We watch shows as they are aired, commercials and all. I usually have one finger on the mute button to avoid the annoying leap in volume when the sponsors have their say. If I'm distracted by my laptop, I'll miss the moment of opportunity and we end up watching the ads.

What does any of this have to do with my post's title, you ask? Okay: Is it just me, or are the Dr. Scholl's commercials THE MOST ANNOYING CRIMES AGAINST MARKETING THAT EVER VIOLATED THE SANCTITY OF TV? You know the ones: "Are you gellin'?" And then the bland actors, who are always in bland group settings, all say stuff that rhymes with "gellin'". Hey! Like Sasha's Rhyme Game! But in a totally uninteresting way that besmirches Sasha's good name. And, as if the first of this ad campaign series wasn't enough, they have built on that idea and kept it going, churning out more rhymes that make me want to dig out my eardrums with an icepick.



Hence the title of this post.

31 January 2007

What I Miss Most

Since moving from Northern to Southern California a month ago, I have been too busy to reflect much on sentimentality. I do, however, have a big gaping hole where a best friend used to be. My dear friend Meigan is now 400 miles away, along with her beautiful and charming daughter Nana. I miss her, although I know she's reading this. :) Hi Meigan! There's a sofa bed down here with your name on it!

This one's for you, buddy: