Thursday, October 29, 2009

Walking in LA

The other night I awoke at 3:30, got up, used the bathroom and stumbled back into bed. As I pulled the covers up, I heard the woman in the duplex next to our condo complex, whose bedroom is directly below ours, scream out, "HELP! HELP! WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE? PLEASE GET OUT!!!"

Brent was jarred from his sleep, not knowing that I was already awake and asked me, "What the hell was that?!?! Did you hear that?!?" I told him I did, and he jumped out of bed to peer out the window. The woman's bedroom light was on, but he couldn't see anything.

Brent called 911, telling them what he'd heard. He told them where we were and how to locate the woman's place.

Now, a little background -- She lives alone with her pets, and is probably in her 40s/50s. Brent has heard this same woman in a drunken stupor before. So we were hoping that was the case here, but better for us to be safe than sorry, right? I couldn't help but imagine what might be going on if that WASN'T the case. There were no other sounds, like a gun or her screams, beyond the exclamations above. But those were more than enough to scare the bejeezus out of me and paint a horrific picture in my head.

We heard the police arrive, but from what we could see, they were scoping out the wrong building in the next door duplex. We're not sure if they ever actually talked to the woman we heard screaming. However, as we were running on adrenaline at that point, we couldn't just drift off back to sleep. We peered out from our balcony and saw the woman we heard screaming talking outside to whom I thought was the tenant from the wrong duplex building the cops had visited.

I know the family that lives in that building, so I emailed the mom the next day to make sure everything was alright. Brent thought he had heard the drunk woman accuse the mom of breaking into her unit. The mom replied to me and said she was out of town, but would give the neighbor a call to find out what happened. So I'm assuming that was the family's housesitter talking to the drunk woman, since she knew their dog. Ya still with me?

I'm awaiting the report back from the mom I know. We know that the drunk lady is ok, but we still want the scoop. It's the least we deserve at this point.

Beyond scares in the middle of the night, I've been crazy busy with work stuff. Brent's been great, taking care of Em when he's not job-hunting. Even though he's very eager to get back into the workplace, we're all enjoying the extra quality time we've had together as a family. We've watched Em go from a few tenative steps to this:

Seemingly overnight she's walking across our living room with ease. We're sooo excited... and a little scared.

"Help is not help until it is given, so turn your intentions to help into acts of help. We judge ourselves by our intentions, but others judge us by our actions." - Lee J. Colan

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Sunday, October 18, 2009

I haz a trike

Hi, everyone! Check out the tricycle that Grandma got me for my birthday!

Jealous of my sweet ride, huh?

Check it out from the side. It's got a handle so Mommy and Daddy can push me. When I get older, they can remove the harness. And then when I'm old enough to pedal and steer on my own, they can remove the handle.

I think my trike makes me look pretty bad ass.

But I can't help but smile and wave to all the peeps in my neighborhood!

I love my trike! Thanks, Grandma!
Smiley trike

"Look! Can you believe how big Elicia's gotten? She can even ride a tricycle now! She follows me everywhere on that thing, like my own escort of cuteness." - Maes Hughes, Hagane no renkinjutsushi

Friday, October 16, 2009


Em often awakes with a secret.

Business on the right.

Party on the left!

Looks like an Edward Scissorhands haircut, doesn't it?

In an unrelated photo, check out Em in her new outfit. Sadly, she's still a bit small for this baby breakdancer ensemble. We'll have to put away her baby cardboard boxes and boom box until she's grown a little more. Such a cute little breaker anyway.

And rounding out the randomness, here are Em and Daddy, watching Yo Gabba Gabba. Sweetness.
Chillin' with Daddy

"Isn't life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves?"
- Andy Warhol

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Crib chaos

Em had a hard time with this afternoon's nap. She was exhausted when we laid her down, but she somehow got a second wind and spent more than an hour babbling to herself. At one point Brent went to check on her. He came back and noted that she'd somehow found a pink shirt and pulled it into her crib. I mentioned that it was probably from the bag of too-small clothes I had next to her crib.

A while later, she still wasn't asleep. Brent went to check on her and came back, noting nothing more than, "You have to go see her."

This is what I found.
Crib chaos

Here's a close-up to show you that it's not just a huge crib blanket. That's a third of the bag of clothes.
Crib chaos - close-up

She thought it was rip-roarin' HILARIOUS.

Crazy kid.

"Sometimes, the clothes at GapKids are just too flashy. So I'm forced to go to the American Girl store and order clothes for large colonial dolls."
- Angela, The Office

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Don't be tardy for the party

I'd say Em's first birthday party was a (cake) smashing success!

There was lots of food. My mother-in-law's homemade mac n cheese and my mom's homemade lumpia were big hits.

There were tasty, tasty cupcakes from JustJenn, as well as homemade sangria, lemonade and water. (Well, the water was store-bought.)

There were umbrellas and a canopy to keep guests cool, and lots of tissue poms just for fun.
Canopy & tables

There was an overly ambitious butterfly mobile, which I worked on for days. Don't know if anyone noticed, though, as it was kind of high in the canopy but I still thought it was cute. Thinking it might make it into Em's room after some finishing touches.
Butterfly mobile

We also had a Wall O' Em Dash, featuring pics from her first year.
Wall o' Em Dash

Of course, there were lots o' babies. Ten of them, to be exact.

They partied hard.
Baby nap

And there was the birthday girl herself, sporting a brown tutu, birthday girl shirt and birthday bib. (Gotta love Gymboree!)
Birthday girl

There were grandmas.
With Grandma

We also had our pal Winnie, the budding photographer, who captured the following amazing shots for us.
Poms in the trees


Birthday Em with Mommy.
Em & Mommy

And what party would be complete without cake for the birthday girl?

Em DEFINITELY has her mommy's sweet tooth. She dove right in.
Dig in


Sweet hands

More, please

We had to pry it from her tiny sticky hands. (Cake-smashing video coming soon.)

We had such a fun time celebrating Em's big day with so many great friends and family.

Just when we thought our sweet girl couldn't get any sweeter...
The 3 of us

Jim: [grunts] Okay, so far, our ideal party consists of beer, fights to the death, cupcakes, blood pudding, blood, touch football, mating, charades, and yes, horse hunting.
Dwight: You're right, forget horse hunting. It's stupid.
- The Office

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Toddler time

Can't believe we're the parents of a toddler! As Brent notes, though, she'll always be our baby.

We started her birthday off by hitting some local baking supply stores with justJENN in preparation for Em's upcoming party. We also made an impromptu visit to see our pal Jami at her bakery gig.

Last night we decided to take Em to her first fine dining experience at 1 Pico, a restaurant in the swanky Shutters hotel. It's Restaurant Week, so we got to take advantage of a fabulous deal on an amazing meal. Brent's parents were also excited to celebrate with us.

Sweet girl

While we enjoyed our swanky meal, Em was content with Cheerios.

"OK, I'll have a Cheerio..."
"OK, I'll have a Cheerio..."

"Or 5..."
"Or 5..."

"Or 10!!!"
"Or 10!"

I'd love to say she was a perfectly behaved baby toddler during the entire meal, but... we started the meal later than anticipated, so she had a bit of a meltdown during the second course. Thankfully she'd already won the nearby patrons over in the waiting area, so they didn't seem to mind -- too much. We removed her from the table as soon as she got cranky, so it wasn't too bad.

Of course, she was positively giddy as we stepped out of the restaurant. Figures.

We took her home and ended her birthday with our usual bedtime routine, including story time with Daddy.
Birthday bedtime

Then I stayed up and nostalgically watched as the clocked turned to 11:14, the exact minute she was born.

The one thing we didn't have a chance to do yesterday was the last of her monthly photos featuring the blocks. So we did our shoot this morning. It's probably good that it was the last shoot 'cuz we've lost all control.


But ya can't help but smile at a face like this.

"No man is ever old enough to know better." - Holbrook Jackson

Monday, October 05, 2009

Our girl

A year ago today our lives were changed forever when we welcomed Em into the world.

Three of us

Brand new

My, how things change in the blink of a year.

Yesterday I held back my tears as Brent and I proudly witnessed Em take her first unassisted steps. She's also just learned how to host her own game of peek-a-boo. And two days ago she learned how to share her Cheerios with Mommy. Each day is filled with more and more happy surprises.

We are so excited and honored to watch her grow and thrive. We can already tell that she has a strong personality, brimming with laughter and love. And we can't wish for anything more.

Happy birthday, sweet girl.
One year

(This is a variation on the invite to her first birthday party. Created by Etsy seller

"Gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder."
- G.K. Chesterton