Last weekend we went back to Maria's Tacos and this time I brought my camera. First we stopped at the neighborhood park with our friends Melanie and Grayson who we then cajoled into accompanying us. The whole family went, even los peritos. So get ready for more pictures than you have EVER seen in one post. I especially love the self portrait I did in Melanie's glasses, so look carefully. Are you ready? Steady? Go!
Sam and I had lunch the other day with the lovely ladies Anjalika and Anika. They will be heading off to India for a long sojourn shortly (SO jealous) so we tried to enjoy every drop of their wonderful company. One of the highlights of the afternoon for me was Anika trying to diaper Sam.
Number one. Don't make coffee in the morning until you have already had a cup of coffee. If you do, then you forget to pour the water into the machine and instead leave it in the pot. This is why they invented Starbucks. So that you could have your first cup of joe handed to you by professionals.Number two. If you feel too fat to buy new clothes, you save a lot of money. We went to Target today and I really need some new clothes, so I figured I could buy cheapo ones at Target and get rid of them when I am back to my normal size (which will be ANY DAY NOW in pretendland). But even the thought of trying anything on left me in my ratty sweatpants once more. Score one for the bank account.
My children will never again see me as perfect as I am to them now. I don't have bad breath or need a shower. To them I smell wonderful, look wonderful and don't need to lose even one pound, much less thirty or more. I am smart and charming. I have lovely hair and am always dressed to the nines. They love me, as Billy Joel said oh so many years ago, just the way I am.In a few years they will start looking at other children's mommies and I will, I fear, suffer by comparison. Suddenly I will be too fat and I will embarrass them with everything I say and do. And WHAT on earth was I thinking when I put THAT outfit on? And then they will refuse to let me kiss them in public and eventually even in private. I will have to steal my cuddles as they mutter "oh MOM". That day is coming. So I hug and kiss more often and cuddle as much as possible. Knowing that extinction is near.
Sam's adorable pieds.
Not sure that shopping for books an Amazon when you have insomnia at 6:00 am is such a good idea.
Siobahn Connelly is a photographer I met through flickr. She is immensely talented and funny. She has a recent entry on her blog about consumerism that definitely rang true for me. Check it out.
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I hate to say it, but it's true. Sometimes men do suck. I went into the Apple store on Saturday to have them look at my monitor which abruptly died. So Josh and I dress the kids and hurry out of the house in order to make the 10:30 appointment. The guy working at the genius bar (give me a fucking break—who came up with THAT name?) told me that it would cost $300 to fix and that he thought I should call some other repair places because they would probably do it much cheaper. First of all, let me say that I am sure some women work as tech support at Apple, but I have never seen even one working at one of the stores at their "genius" bar. Which to me sends a really crummy message to every girl that walks into that store. But I am digressing.So the guy basically makes me feel like I am a sucker if I don't get other estimates because if I have them do it it will cost way more. Now I know that this guy was trying to be helpful. I came out at one point and asked him "If you had two young children to lug around and had NO free time, would you shop this around?" To which he answered that he did not have children. Of course not! But he thought I should price it out. So I dragged the monitor (thank GOD I no longer have a CRT) or should I say that I had Josh drag it back to the car? That would be more truthful. Then I spent about FIVE hours yesterday trying to get estimates to replace a part that it turns out that NO ONE outside of Apple can purchase. UGH! So here I am having lost two more days of work and spent hours on the phone with people talking to me like I am a simpleton, dragging the damn monitor back to the Apple store where I can't park and have to carry a baby in a car seat AND a 23" monitor. I gave the guy there a piece of my mind and he made excuse after excuse. And all he really needed to do was say "I'm sorry. How can I help?" But NO! He is a man. And all he sees is this sleep deprived, unshowered, middle-aged woman who is carrying a baby and has spit-up running down her shirt and decides I am not worth it. I am sorry, but men suck. Genius my ass. And Josh, baby, none of this, of course, applies to you. Wink, wink.
For some reason I feel so much more like a Texan now that I have a case of Shiner in my garage. And I got a really cheap thrill out of the fact that the wedding photographer for Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise and Kate Holmes added me as a contact on flickr. How sad is the fact that it made my day? Pathetic.
Although technically flawed, this photo has a special place in my heart.
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Ben is obsessed by puzzles right now. And he is fast. Really fast. So we went to a couple of toy stores today in search of a more complicated one for him since he is getting bored by the ones he he has now. So we got a 35 and a 60 piece one. Josh thought I was a bit premature in getting the 60 piece one, but I figured that someday he would be up to the task. It is now 7:20pm and he has done both on his own. This talent did NOT come from me.
We took Sam and Ben to Maria's Tacos today and I was so bummed that I didn't bring my camera because it was such a colorful place. After lunch I took Sam to the car to nurse him and I saw some brown on his onesie. At first I thought it was poop, but it was brown and as we all know breast feeding poop is not brown. So here I am disgusted, thinking there is poop on my child. Then I realize that it is chocolate that I must have smeared onto him while I was inhaling Whole Foods truffles last night. They were organic truffles too. Because when I am bingeing I like to know that the organic goodness will make me live longer, or at the very least drain my bank account faster. So not only does my poor baby have chocolate on him, that he didn't even get to consume himself, but then I realize that it is MELTING on his neck in the hot sun. Bad, bad mommy.
This is my dear friend Melanie who has the most beautiful eyes.
