LOL

Jon just heard Julian talk in his sleep through the baby monitor.
He said "basketball." I'm cracking up right now...

Negligent negligent blogger.

I know not 3 months ago I made a commitment to update every weekend. I've been remiss. I am recommitting. Really. I'll get back to Sunday posting, even if it's just a photo or two. Now that said, if y'all might comment a bit more I might actually think people are still reading (shameless prod.)


Jon's folks are visiting this week, it's been great, but it sure does wear me out trying to be smart, cute and funny all the time. Not to mention how tiring it is to keep the filter between my brain and my mouth functional for such long stretches. No one is requiring any of this, mind you, but I seem to feel the necessity nonetheless. As the years pass though I think that they understand my ways, and I theirs a little bit better. I imagine I must be a bit of a handful for anyone else's parents (ok, and perhaps my own.)

OK on to Julian. He is talking so much, but oddly enough he has started combining words that he didn't use to combine. "Momook" is 'mommy work', "dadook" is 'daddy work', "mahook" is 'mommy book', you get the picture. He also is starting to issue directives to people including "sit," "stand," "nap," "eat," and today while we were playing "hoobaw" (football) he told Jon and me to "stop talking." Um...no.

Outside is the new inside and Julian will sob if we don't bring him outside for just about everything. We have a rule that he must be sitting to eat and yesterday he wanted to eat outside and when I told him he had to sit down he sat on a flattened cardboard box on the deck, shoved a handful of spinach in his mouth and used his feet to spin himself around in circles while sitting on his butt. He was actually sitting, so what could I say??

Now for photos:

We got this book called "stuff on my cat" which cracked us up so much that Jon decided to start our own "stuff on my cat" series. I've tried a few things but it only works when she's sleeping. Believe it or not it actually pisses her off when we put stuff on her when she's awake (but not when Julian sits on her, go figure.)


I'm not sure why Julian's bike seat was in the living room.


There was one of those moments of silence this morning that make any parent go "uh oh." Walked into the dining room and saw this-
snug as a bug in a rug! (Ok I didn't come up with that one.)


Tank top weather, finally.


Finally.

Restylane, here I come.

I met a (guy) friend for breakfast Friday morning (yes, it's going on the blog, and no, I'm not going to out you...)

We sit down, exchangei greetings and he says, "Wow, you look good!" sounding a bit surprised.
"Really? How's that?" I fish, as I've been in bed feeling like crap for 2 weeks.
"Well, you usually have these bags under your eyes..."
"Oh? Maybe it's time for some injections?" I cringe, tugging at the skin under my eyes.

He realizes that maybe it wasn't the right thing to say...he backpedals... "No, I mean, not really bags, just these big dark circles..."

Sigh. I guess it's time to either get some make up or sell my business. Since I'm in a 5 year lease, and actually love my job, it's going to be make up- I've already put my order in at Sephora. Perhaps though it is time to end the delusion that I am looking fabulous for "almost 40."

Then last night. I'm exhausted but one of my old friends was having a cocktail party/BBQ. Jon wanted me to go, as I've been in a bit of a funk of late. I dressed, did my hair, and even (considering what had happened the day before) put on make up. One of the hosts, another guy, as I walk in says "Whoa! What's up with your hair, is it 1982?" Sigh. My hair was SO much bigger in 1982.

Then when a third friend at the party (yes, another guy) looks at my boots and says "your husband let you out of the house in those?" I start to panic. A few hours later I catch up with him and ask what's wrong with my boots. He says "oh, no...nothing wrong, they're hot!" Phew. I was ready to retire.

All is well here, other than the bags under my eyes, I suppose. Julian is starting to yell when he's excited. 100% authentic boy. Gotta love it. Doug is here for another 2 days, wrapping up his 2 week visit.


We started Julian in day care 2 days a week (the nanny is here the other 3) and other than sobbing about 15 min before we show up (how does he know?) the transition is going smoothly. We're excited because she speaks Spanish. She also has a basketball hoop in her driveway, which Julian LOVES. He walks around the house day in and day out yelling "ba-ket-BAWL!"

Jon and I are doing rock-paper-scissors to figure out who is going to break it to him.

I emailed my mom this picture to which she replied "Wish I wuz there to help save him from whatever horrible things you two were doing to him!"
For the record mom, it was Jon- I was at work.


Julian would crawl up into bed with me say "mommy belly hurt" and read books while I was recovering. It was perfect until he forgot and suddenly jumped into my lap. :)





He's been a champ.

All is well, and back to the main attraction.

Other than the fact that I'm exhausted all is well here in recovery land. Julian is handling things swimmingly, although it's 9:45pm and I still hear his dad in the other room trying to get him to go to sleep. It's amazing when nap is thwarted it takes forever to get him to sleep.

This boy loves putting food on his head. I don't get it.


Julian is working very hard here...


To get a french fry between his toes


Love this one.


I must really think my kid is cute to let a photo of me looking like this land on the internet.


TTFN!
-s