Adorable child update

Ladies and gentlemen, this here is a little baby I like to call The Shark. Also known as The Viper. How a kid with no teeth can do such damage is beyond me. Lucky for her, she's cute. Our topic of the moment is weaning. She's totally into formula in a bottle (but no more than twice a day) with oatmeal for a snack. Tonight she scarfed down two little servings and I was so excited that I would have been cheering if she hadn't fallen asleep in the chair. She was doing full-on sleepy time at 8:45pm. Woo!


And now put your hands together for The Shark's big brother, Mr. Chin. He can be seen doing such entertaining things as dancing to Queen in the electronics section at your local Target store, dancing to Ray Barretto at his grandmom's house, and dancing to Black Sheep's "The Choice is Yours" in his very own living room. He feeds himself little cups of yogurt using colorful spoons, he makes crayon murals, and does the most realistic dinosaur sounds this mama has ever heard.

I could go on and on telling you how much I love these kids, but it would never seem like I've said enough. Livi is rolling over and trying her darnedest to crawl. Nico just got a birthday party invitation from one of our neighbor's kids. They both make me so proud, and I keep thinking to myself, wow... this is life, and this is love. Me likey!

Ricardo is the new Esteban

Last night I had a brief, late chat with Swisscake Mama and could not, for the life of me, recall the name of one of this "Weeds" season's main characters. I was asking Mama what she thought about a certain event in the show, and was completely shocked when I forgot Esteban's name. I kept thinking "Ricardo? No. Um... Ricardo? No. Um... eh... not Ricardo, right?" I didn't feel quite so off when Jen called him the president instead of the mayor, and we had a good 'hehe' at how we were both feeling completely stoned and there wasn't a doobie in sight.

In last night's post, I believe I called my computer's power cord my "charger cable" which I suppose is technically correct, though I've never called it the charger cable before. And a few weeks ago I saw someone on Facebook and was telling Jen about how this person was "one of my physics experiment group people" in high school. I was trying to find, buried somewhere deep in my brain, the words "lab partner" and that other phrase was the best I could muster. I think someone has snuck in and rearranged my brain Rolodex. When I find out who has done this terrible, horrible deed, you are so in big trouble!

My pooter isn't workin'

My friend Jen always refers to her laptop as her 'pooter' and it cracks me up. Because of this, I also like to call mine my pooter, but I only say it to Jen. Or when I say it to someone besides Jen, I exaggerate it a lot and use a southern accent. "Mah POOH-der." So say it like that when you're reading this.

For many months, I've been using a messed up charger cable. The part I plug into the side of mah pooh-der is wrecked, because Godzilla (Frank, who trips over everything) kicked it out accidentally a while ago and bent the circular metal part. I've pliered the poor thing to death finally, and all I get when I plug it in is a dull buzzing sound. The light comes on but the battery remains lifeless. *sad face* So tonight I'm using heez pooh-der and jeez aren't I fancy. I've said it before... I hate using other people's electronics, especially pooh-ders. Online time is getting cut short so I can contemplate tonight's Weeds and figure out who told the Mexican police to show up down there. Ugh... I'm hearing complaints about the groceries that are still on the kitchen floor. I guess that's my cue to shut Frank's pooh-der. He hates sharing just as much as I do.

Not quite clicking here

I'm having a weird spell. Nothing is quite clicking with me the past few days. Been a little off, and I am chalking it up to a lot of little things happening all at once. First let me say that I cannot believe we are well into September. Second, Livi seems to be getting a lot bigger the past few days, and Nico has been very clingy and wants lots of attention. The other side of that coin is that when he's not hanging on my leg, he's playing happily with his cars and trucks on his own.

With Livi's growing, the weaning is coming along as well as I had hoped. Except that it freakin' hurts! Owwww... I'm making a pouty face right now. We're starting three bottles a day this week. My body has been wacky, then fine, then I was having a lot of nausea and thought I was pregnant. EPT tells me I am not *phew*, but wouldn't that just be the funniest thing ever! Ha! In retrospect, the nausea was probably because I came in contact with hot dogs and hot dog juice (double quease), and then a package of mushrooms (eh... fungus). And then having to rush out the door while very, very hungry. I've also been forgetting my vitamins, and I feel very disorganized. Trying to pack has become a non-chore since I'm not doing it even though I have enough boxes here to make a decent start. We haven't gotten as many people through to see the condo as we expected, so our realtor (who we love) is going to lower the amount we're asking per month just a little and hopefully that will help.

Honestly I think I have been eating not so well lately, too, and that's having an impact. I don't know, I guess I just feel all over the place. And I'm tired. And I really, really, REALLY am at the point where I need to get into a bigger house or I will go ape sh*t. This place is just. too. small. Even when everything is put away, there is still sh*t everywhere and I am at my limit. Oh, and another thing. When I walk somewhere, it's like my brain hovers in the air at the place where I had been standing, and it takes a minute for it to realize it's floating, naked, out in space before it hurries to catch up with me. Like wait, wait, I'm here! Oh, brain, come on. Everyone else is on board here, can you just put in a little effort and act like you have it together? Thank you.

I guess this means no cake at the party tomorrow...

Big news for today. I'm cutting out white sugar. That is all. Oh, and I'm switching back to tea. Earl Grey and I are best buds once again. That is all.

*Late note: Now in need of cookie recipes that use fun things like brown rice syrup. Email me, yo.*

Outdoorsy on the second floorsy

My garden used to be a lot more organized than this. Tomatoes here, various delicious herbs there. Lemon verbena, a pot of marigolds, a Buddha, a Celtic cross. Big hunks of amethyst and rose quartz scattered about. This year, the morning glories and a pot full of shamrocks are the only survivors. Check out what is now known simply as "The Tangle". There are a few more pots to the left, and the mornings have gloried themselves on over there as well. Funny thing is, it feels really peaceful to sit out there and I'm enjoying the hell out of it.