the short blissful dumpster walk

these days i find myself slightly amused instead of suicidal about the never-ever ending trash production (read: diaper central) coming out of our lil' apartment: it means mommi gets to take the short blissful walk alone to the dumpster. ahhhhhhh such sweet serenity. a mere sliver of my former-life's daily hours-long  jaunts along venice beach's crazy boardwalk, yet the 100 yards walking alone to our dumpster seems to help mommi get just a bit, a teeny tiny bit, of groove back into her step. so don't tell anyone that i actually like when the recycles demand i make multiple trips. it's just that good to step on out by myself.

daddy rocks!

Here's daddy doing his circus trick with Noah and giving him his first piano lesson. He just bought a gorgeous new flamenco guitar and a keyboard and has been composing really beautiful music. I get serenaded regularly at bedtime, which lulls me into a very peaceful sleep.

cute hat mom

I credit knitting with re-turning on my ability to creatively express myself beyond picking which book to read Gabriel as he sits on the potty not pooping. Here I am actually looking kinda cute. Little do you know my latest hat knitting frenzy was instigated solely as an attempt to hide my really bad mom hair. Most of it is gone from postpartum fall out. The rest of it is coming back in in scraggly little grey sprouts. Yikes! :)

In praise of Cheerios

Cheerios truly are a mom's best friend as far as I'm concerned. I mean, Noah likes them as much as hummus, but look at what a mess hummus makes. Aaaaaaack. Cheerios would never, ever assault a mommie's need for cleanliness and order like this hummus did!

this is noah

my sweet lil' one who I love like crazy despite excessive spitting up on my left sleeve usually, snot without borders and unwelcomed early morning wakings

this is gabriel

He is my 2 1/2 year old boy toy. I love him like crazy, insanity, inappropriate pooping and peeing and whining and tantruming and all.