We're finally going to install a fence around our backyard.
I want to go on record as saying this is the sexiest picture of my husband, ever. 
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Hot
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Catching up
I'm scheduled for a business trip next week, and between that and getting back from the trip to New Orleans last week, it made sense to us to just relax at home this weekend. Or chillax, if you're down with hip language of the kids these days. Which we are, natch.
I took the opportunity during the downtime to uploaded party photos and some other randoms. Enjoy...
When mother nature decides to skip blossoms, make your own.
Beautiful Chloe got into the spirit.
It occurred to me we suddenly threw parties with babies. When did we all have babies?
It occurred to the husband that he suddenly had free labor hanging around, so he had them help plant another cherry tree.
Aud finally got out to see Grandpa's woods.
After all that, she needed a bath. And a mohawk.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Audball = Party Girl
So in traveling to the world's most un-baby-friendly city we learned our little Audball is quite a trooper. She happily tolerated skipped naps, late dinners, and coos of admiration by well-intentioned southern ladies who ran nice shops but talked awfully funny and loud and put their faces a little too close for comfort. She also learned to sleep in her stroller while marching bands played and police sirens blared just a few feet away. (Seriously.)
We were very impressed and proud of our baby girl, but not as proud as we were of Mr. Anderson's brother, who graduated from Tulane's law school after a lot of blood, sweat and tears. Well done, M!
As it goes, my most fond memory of New Orleans (aside from the beignets at Cafe Du Monde) will be one particular moment we had on Bourbon Street. (BTW - Never did I imagine that the first time I'd take in the Bourbon Street scene I'd be accompanied by my BABY, but here goes...)
After dinner our family poured out of the restaurant directly onto Bourbon St to find it in full party mode. The oddity of pushing a baby in a stroller while surrounded by girls going wild for beads was pretty funny to everyone so the hubby and I agreed to take a picture in front of the street sign to commemorate the event.
Just seconds after this picture was taken a guy on a balcony across from us shouted "Hey you. I know you're breastfeeding! Show your t*ts!"
Without even thinking about it, I whipped out the double bird. It was a classy moment for all involved but I couldn't help myself. Every time I tell the story now it cracks me up a little bit more. As my friend Deborah pointed out, that's one for the baby book.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Activia and a Personal Assistant
Both things I clearly need.
So you know how when you book a flight they give you both a departure time and an arrival time? Well, today's lesson is this: don't confuse them. If you do you'll miss your flight to New Orleans and drive your husband to his seriously angry place. (And yes, I flew twice a week for 19 months not too long ago. So, YEEESSSS, I should have KNOWN BETTER. No, I don't know what happened. Motherhood, maybe?)
And so also, you know how when you take antibiotics it kills all the beneficial bacteria in your stomach? Well, today's *other* lesson is this: without beneficial bacteria keeping your stomach happy and balanced you really shouldn't push it with the 2 day old pork leftovers.
So yeah. We're home. Waiting for the next flight while I take Pepto. Good times.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Venice Style
So I got a random spam advertising that "Venice Beach Style" was all the rage this summer (and NOW ON SALE!) And I admit, it got me. It at least piqued my curiosity a little. After all, I grew up in West LA.... and I used to live a block away from Venice beach. I have a fondness for that easy breezy style. So I thought maybe I'd click in and see if there was something there for me.
BWAHAHAHAHA.
This was the first ensemble I was shown. Actually, I'm laughing out loud looking at it again. Can you believe how great this is? I can just imagine it: The man and I have a 4th of July party coming up later this summer. Let me just grab my SUPER SHORT SHINEY GYM SHORTS and pair them with my HOOKER GLADIATOR PUMPS and be off to celebrate. Oh my, how easy breezy beachy I'd be! And what a slammin' deal too. Originally $188.00, now just $56.40! Whoa!
Helllooooo! What the hell was ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT DOLLARS? For just the SHORTS!
I can't type anymore. I'm laughing too hard.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
No thinking = Great Mother's Day. Who knew?
I was afraid to set up too many expectations for today. For one, obviously, because of my mom. But for another, because it was my first. So a few days back I let go and just decided to not worry about it and let the day roll. My goals were simple: enjoy my new family, cherish my daughter, see what Mother's Day feels like - for me.
We went to brunch down the street, swung in swings at the park and took several naps. It was wonderfully relaxing and felt so indulgent. (Important disclosure: the wickedly naughty cocktail at 10 am brunch didn't hurt.) And I liked how complete strangers and neighbors tell you "Happy Mothers Day". It's a unique and lovely recognition.
Just a really great day. And a great lesson. I didn't think about the past, I didn't worry about the future. No coulda/shoulda stuff. I just concentrated on the sweet smile of my baby girl, her peaches and cream breath, and the joy on the face of my husband as she grabbed at his scratchy beard while cuddled in his arms.
It's all good.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Mother's Day
Obviously I knew Mother's Day would be hard. I've been bracing myself, actually. But it comes at you from everywhere. One unavoidable reminder -- for the last few days I've been getting spam emails reminding me that I should tell my mom how much I love her, or should make sure to send her flowers, etc. So it's been a big week of wincing and unsubscribing.
I got a piece of great advice from my friend Heidi though. She suggested I take the money I would have spent on a gift for mom and buy myself something she would have wanted me to have. I still had the gift certificate she gave me for Christmas too, so I took that and combined it with the money I would have spent on her and bought an outrageously expensive pair of sunglasses with a little more glam than I normally would be into. (My mom LOVED glam. She was a Joan Collin's lovin' big gold wearing glam queen.) AND I got 25% off by charming the guy behind the counter, which she would have enjoyed. It was pretty fun.
So even though I was quite happy with my purchase, when I got to the car I burst into tears. Normally at that moment I would call her to tell her how I spent the gift card. But no.
It washes over you suddenly. You breathe and then you move on. Or in my case, I called my sister and she helped me breathe and move on.
I've been taking a lot of comfort in the fact that my last Mother's Day gift to my mom was (and this is her words) her "best ever". Last year on Mother's Day I told my mom I was pregnant. She was the happiest I've ever heard her.
So I'm just going to focus on that. Best ever.
Mom and Me. My last picture with her. My shower. October 2008.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Audball @ 5 months
- 26.5 inches long - still 90%
- 14 lbs 9 oz. - still 50%
- Loves to grab her toes, toys, my shirt, my mouth, my hair, etc.
- That which can go in mouth should go in mouth, including heels.
- Short attention span - but super focused when she wants to be
- Rollie pollie little bug
- Thisclose to sitting up by herself
- Gets attention by squealing
- Locates us by the sound of our voices
- Still spitting up a lot - on meds
- Needs to eat more milk
- Starting to eat rice cereal
- Has broken open my heart
Monday, May 04, 2009
Yep. Times have changed...
Putting together a party now is very different experience now.
I am so wiped out I can't believe it. Party went well. More Later.
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