Armpit.

Last weekend we had a small group of friends over for a BBQ. Here are a few snaps.




I love this one with Julian and our friend Owen. I have never, ever seen Julian take to a veritable stranger like that. It was so very sweet.


We all just got back from an overnight at the Mountain House for Rob's annual Lobster and Champagne birthday bash. There was a huge crowd (yes, I'm ok) and we hung out all afternoon and evening then spent the night in a nearby hotel. Julian was so spun out from a shorter than usual nap and so many people that we couldn't get him settled down until after 9pm. He was sobbing "home, home" which made my heart sad but I have to admit that I was impressed with the abstract thought.




He woke up in a fabulous mood and proceeded to eat his breakfast (3 eggs with spinach) part of my breakfast (oatmeal) and another egg from Jon's plate. We stopped back by the party on the way home and one of the dads said "he ate 4 eggs?" Yes, I answered. "With the yolks?" Um, yes. I thought that was so odd. Who would feed their kid egg whites without the yolks?


Julian is starting to engage in pretend play and that is changing the face of all of our games. He will stand at his new kitchen and make us eggs, or soup or what not. We'll pretend there is a frog under the pillow and that I am a digger and he is the dirt. It's fun.

As Julian gets more and more words (we can't even come close to counting anymore) we are finding some areas that need some working out. Daddy doesn't drink beard, he drinks beer. The peach doesn't have an armpit, just a plain pit, etc etc. Endless hours of entertainment to be had over here, let me tell ya.

Dang thee Pookie M......

I have been fortunate enough to have good experiences with Craig's List thus far. Well, that ended this weekend. As a firm believer in the "jinx" I think it is because I was reading a post on Michelle Smile's blog about what a crappy experience she had buying a dresser on Craig's List and I thought to myself, 'Wow, I've only had pretty good experiences.' Ha!

Jon & I have had our eye on this particular kids chair for the dining table (the Stokke Tripp Trapp for those who know it) and I was sooo excited to see it listed on Craig's List not only for half the price of a new one, but in our first choice of cherry finish. I emailed and asked the woman (Pookie) if she'd hold it because I didn't want to drive out that far if she had already sold it because my son had strep and wasn't feeling well. She emailed back that I could come and get it right then, but I couldn't actually download that email so I called the number she posted. No problem she said, no need to come that night, she'd hold it until I got there, even to the following day if necessary, she just doesn't prefer to hold things because she worries people won't show up. Oh and just bring cash as people always bring checks and she only takes cash. I told her I'd be there in the morning. I was so happy I even did a wiggle dance.

So it's the morning after a very bad night's sleep for me, Julian is fussy and still sick. I get in the car, drive 20 min to her giant cookie cutter house, walk up and introduce myself. She says "I'm sorry." Note there was not a drop of emotion in this statement. I was very confused. "Excuse me?" I query. And she says "I didn't know if you were coming, I sold it to someone who got here earlier."

WHAT?

"They got here at 8:30, and they bought the expensive stroller."

SO?

I was shocked. After mumbling something about that not being in integrity & that I told her my baby was sick and it was a very long drive for me, I held back my tears and got back in my car to drive home. Now anyone who knows me knows that I don't really care that much about the chair, I can buy the thing new. But I have this defective mind that thinks that things should be fair, and when things aren't fair I get upset. Yes, I know this is idealistic and I know it has caused, causes, and will continue to cause me a great deal of difficulty in life, but I just can't help it.

Anyway, I spent the next 4 hours after arriving home ruminating about all the things I should have said. Perhaps some day Pookie will google her name and find this post. So Pookie, if you are reading this, I hope that you feel badly for being so lame.

Here is what I wish I had said...

What the !%^* is wrong with you? You just did the very thing to me that you didn't want someone to do to you. Have you noticed that your kids are right here in the driveway? Is this really what you want to teach them? To make a commitment then bail just because you feel like it? How would you like it if someone did this to you? You. Suck.

Dang thee Pookie M.....!

Goings on.

Brief report on what's goin' on around here.

1. Julian is starting to talk up a storm. Stringing 3 words together is commonplace. The first time he did it in front of me he said "outside man beard." Too long to explain but trust me, it made perfect sense.

2. We went to the first of 2 summer picnics in town for families that have adopted from Guatemala. The shots from the picnic weren't very good but this is what happened the moment Julian and I got in the car. Or I should say the moment that Jon and I swapped cars and I got in with Julian because I got mine stuck in a freaking ditch?


3. I had a horrible mom moment yesterday. We were all outside and I was sweeping the deck. Julian reached out for my hand to go down the stairs (he wanted me to go with him, he wasn't asking for help.) But then he turned around and fell down the last 3 steps to land on a paver. Nice. Real nice. And no, I won't post a photo of the (minor) damage.

4. Jon's folks wanted to get some posed photos with Julian when they were visiting. There may be 22 month olds that want to sit and pose for a photo but mine isn't one of them. I think the candids are sooo much nicer anyway. How sweet is this?


5. It is my humble opinion that in one's own home it is acceptable to pass gas if necessary. The other day I did so and Julian pinched his nose and said "P.U.!" He then looked at me and to add insult to injury signed "eggs." Nice. At least he does the same thing when he lays one himself. "P.U.!"


6. It's been hot hot hot. Lots of time naked in our (private) back yard. Julian that is. We don't go naked. Or at least I don't. Can't vouch for Jon when I'm not here.



This photo is amazing when it is larger. The sun hitting the water from the sprinkler.


7. I saw this beautiful handmade wood and metal xylophone the other day at the Waldorf store. The sound was absolutely amazing. Hand made in Germany. $80. Seriously.

Hey, maybe the flip side of this gasoline conundrum will be that petroleum based plastics will end up getting so expensive that it will increase the demand for quality wooden toys and they will become more affordable?! This xylophone was a gift to Julian when I was laid up after my surgery. He loves it. But I bet he would have loved the wooden one more.



8. Art shot of Elwynn. Jon took it. I think the colors and the composition are pretty cool. Not sure if it will read on the blog though.


Ta.