Monday, June 29, 2009

Phonin' this one in

Been busy 'round these parts. Doing what?, you ask.

Playing with our...

drooling, chuckling...



getting-ready-to-crawl... girl.

She's keeping us PLENTY busy.

Real posts to come, I promise.

"Laughter is inner jogging."
- Norman Cousins

Monday, June 22, 2009

I just need a little of your time

Smiley post-nap
"Hey, everyone!"

Wide-eyed girl
"You'll never guess what today is!"

"Sounds like..."
"Sounds like..."


Singing for her supper
"Sorry...where was I? Oh, yes. IT'S MY MOM'S BLOGOVERSARY!"

Wacky bedhead, post-nap
"Five years, baby! FIVE YEARS!"

Thanks, Em, and your post-nap bedhead, for helping me celebrate!

"There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time."
- Coco Channel

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Daughters will love like you do

Daddy will show Em the proper way to take a nap.
Looking for tickets...

He'll hold her close and comfort her when she's sad.
With Daddy

He'll tell her the things she needs to hear, even when she doesn't feel like listening.
Not so into the story

And he'll show her that there's so much to see in this world.

He'll make her laugh.
Haw! Muppets are funny!

He'll sit quietly with her as they enjoy each other's company.
Watching Muppets with Daddy

And he'll give her plenty and plenty of kisses 'cuz that's what good daddies do.
Daddy kisses

Happy father's day, hon. Our sweet girl is so lucky to have a sweet dad like you.

"On behalf of every man looking out for every girl, you are the God and the weight of her world." - Daughters, John Mayer

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

All these things would be more like they were at the start of me

Brent and I have a new favorite pastime - sneaking into the nursery to watch Em as she sleeps. Maybe it's 'cuz she generally sleeps through the night now. Maybe it's 'cuz she's become a belly sleeper, which is infinitely cuter to us than sleeping on her back. Maybe it's 'cuz we find her and her "lovey" (think: security blanket) like this:

With her lovey

Sleepy Em

Yeah, I can't think of anything more adorable, if I do say so myself.

My wacky husband decided to tempt fate by turning on her closet light so he could get the "perfect shot." Luckily Em slept right through it and didn't unleash her claws on us.

"I've these dreams of walking home, home where it used to be. And everything is as it was, frozen in front of me." - 83, John Mayer

Monday, June 15, 2009

I think I'm gonna stay home, have myself a home life

Thanks to everyone who entered my Envirosax giveaway!

I drew comment numbers, and the winners are...

"love the retro graphic bag 4! i have reusable bags too but not cute like these!" - Mrs. Cly


"Oooh! I love the retro 2 bag! These are awesome! I can't believe I've never heard of them before... thanks for sharing!" - Adriana

I almost threw Adriana's number back since the lucky wench got into the impromptu John Mayer show last night at Hotel Cafe and I didn't. Heh. He announced the 11:30 show via Twitter around 9. I wrangled Heather and Mike to go with me to try to get in around 10. We got there around 10:45, I think, and left at 11:30 when John's management announced that there was no way the rest of us were getting in. Well, I think Adriana was behind us in line (and sadly I did not connect with her). She stayed and endured half a dozen more "you're not getting in" announcements after we left, and eventually made it in as whatever silly folks decided to leave the club, therefore letting more folks into the 165-capacity venue.

Le sigh.

It's ok. The show didn't end till 1:30. I'm a night owl, but as Heather brilliantly noted, there's a difference between being a night owl at home and being a night owl out on the town. So I make myself feel better about missing the show knowing that I would have been a zombie today. Right? RIGHT?

Anyhow, congrats to my Envirosax winners! I'll be contacting you shortly with details!

"I am okay if I lose every single contest today. Honestly. Because I see these contests as an opportunity for me to demonstrate what a good sport I am. Mallard!" [throws a stone] - Andy, The Office

Thursday, June 11, 2009

It's in the bag

It's always pained me to drive down the freeway and see the copious amount of plastic grocery bags caught in the trees and ivy that line the road. If you haven't noticed it before, take a look for yourself. If it's half as bad in your neck of the woods as it is in mine, you'll be sad, too.

I was smitten when I discovered Envirosax, reusable grocery bags, two years ago.


You buy them individually or in a set of five. I bought a set for myself, coincidentally the same time a friend sent another set to me. That Christimas I think 90% of our gifts to folks were sets from Brent and me. We knew that everyone could use them.

Two years later and I still love my Envirosax. There have been times we've postponed our grocery trips because we forgot to bring the bags with us. We feel wasteful if we have to get regular bags. And the checkout clerks often comment on our bags when we spread them out on the checkout belt. We often have to remind the bag boys/girls to load up our Envirosax - they hold seemingly twice as much as standard grocery bags. When we get home, Brent likes to see how many of them he can load onto his arms as it's easy to carry a bunch. I think it makes him feel like He-Man or something when he can carry 75% of our groceries at once.

When Envirosax recently asked if I wanted to review some of their bags, I said no -- 'CUZ I ALREADY KNOWZ HOW MUCH I LUVZ THEMZ! I did, however, happily agree to do a fun little giveaway. I'm giving two of my wonderful readers an opportunity to try out Envirosax for yourselves. For your chance to win your choice of one of the Envirosax bags from the Oxford or Retro Graphic series (Father's Day is coming up, and those sets are "manly" like dads), simply leave a comment with which bag from which of those two series you'd choose. Be sure to leave your email address in your comment if I don't already have it. If you're one of the two winners I select randomly, you'll receive your bag o' choice! You have until midnight (Pacific) this Sunday, June 14th to enter. I'll announce the winner on Monday, the 15th!

Updated to add: I want to be clear to all of you whom are entering - the contest is for one bag, not an entire set of five. Don't want my two winners to be disappointed come Monday.

(BTW, there's an interesting article in tomorrow's WSJ about paper vs plastic. Yes, I have access to news in the future. Jealous?)

"I went through the checklist Woody gave me and got some things. Fluorescent bulbs that use less electricity. Reusable hemp bags for shopping. And look: shampoo that's not tested on animals. I feel bad for those lab animals running around with dirty hair but - if it's better for the environment, that's the sacrifice they have to make." - Earl Hickey, My Name is Earl

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Crazy 8s

Em turned 8 months old on Friday! Ya know what that means -- our monthly photo shoot!

Like last month, we had a difficult time getting her to remain still for photos, but we managed to get a couple.

8 months

8 months

We had to keep replacing the blocks as she lunged for them. I nearly lost a hand at one point.
Attack Em

Truth be told, that above "growl" face happened in transition from her serious look to a big, gummy smile. Brent just caught it while it looked maniacal.

She couldn't keep her hands off the blocks, so we gave her all of them. That made her happy.

We ended the shoot with a special request from Brent for his favorite hair trick. Check out Emo Em.
With Mommy's hair

Seriously, she's 8 months?

Blows. My. Mind.

And I thought having a baby would make it easier to determine the ages of other babies. Nope. Our baby is, for lack of a better words, gigantor. Babies, surprisingly, come in all shapes and sizes no matter their age.

While most of her wardrobe is in the 9-month range, tonight she's wearing 12-month pjs. Today at lunch a couple who proclaimed themselves as great guessers tried to guess Em's age. "10 months!" said the husband. "No!" said the wife. "Older!" I laughed and told them the answer.

I met a 10-month-old baby at Target today. She was about the size of Em at 6 months.

Brent and I love Em's largeness. We adore every pudgy piece of her, frequently feasting on her croissant-like arms. In her red sweat pants, she's like a mini Santa Claus, a baby belly like a bowl full of jelly. Em is cuddly and robust and all ours.

"The most wasted day of all is that during which we have not laughed."
- Sebastian Roch Nicolas Chamfort

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Another one for the grandparents

Non-familial types can feel free to look away. This one goes out to the grandparents, especially my mom, who has yet to experience Em at her chattiest in-person.

Em seems to find at least one new syllable to babble each day lately. The past couple of days have featured "Mamamamamama," which makes me so very happy even if she's not saying it to identify me.

I love our little chatterbox.

"It's what you learn after you know it all that counts." - John Wooden