Monthly Archives: August 2008

you know you’re in hollywood when…

You know you’re in Hollywood when…

…you see your landlord in a freaking Arby’s Commercial

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  • 16:57 in line at bank of america, where a homeless man is having a seizure on floor near loans desks #

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and now, some commentary on McCain’s VP pick

I seriously think my dad should get a political commentary show. I could put clips on YouTube of him yelling back at CNN, and it would be a huge hit. He enjoys calling John McCain a “doddering old fool”. McCain is four years younger than Dad. He also enjoys calling George W a “bloody idiot”. And today, he pretty well summed up Sarah Palin by saying, “Well, she’s a good looking broad – but what else does she have going for her?”

What, indeed. Other than a vehement desire to kill moose and polar bears, what else does she have going on? Since I support a socialist democracy – which is Barack Obama’s vision – I’m thrilled to see McCain pick a candidate that will sink him. The sheer threat of him pulling a William Henry Harrison, leaving a VP in power with no foreign policy experience, should be enough to ensure a loss in November.

I’m a much more optimistic camper today. We might be able to stay in the States without it disintegrating around us after all.

my husband and son are many kinds of adorable

Ben, taking a nap on Paul, a couple weeks ago. Ben is larger now.

Did I mention that my baby absolutely ADORES his daddy, and his little face lights up when Paul gets home? This might have something to do with Paul’s habit of dancing around the house with Ben on his shoulder, or the time he spends playing with Ben on his lap, or his abilities in feeding, changing & bathing the little guy.

Also, I find my husband many kinds of attractive in this photos. Of course, I think Paul is good looking, but I also find him sexy because he’s a great father to our little boy. This is a photo of a wonderful husband and father, and best of all, he’s MY husband. I’m so lucky to have him.

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my baby and i are SO punk rock!!

Between my blue streaks & Ben’s faux-hawk, we are SO COOL we can hardly stand it.

Yesterday, I had Ben napping in his sling, on my lap, when I noticed a little buildup of something at his hairline. We wash him daily as part of his bedtime bath ritual, so I knew he had to be fairly clean. I scratched it lightly with my fingernail, and suddenly realized – that buildup was a raging case of cradle cap. I took Ben into the bedroom, near a window, and brushed his scalp with the baby brush we got at the hospital – and sure enough, a small blizzard of baby dandruff flaked off. His head was left covered in what little hair he has, growing out of a bunch of scales. The home remedy for cradle cap is olive oil, so I massaged it into his little head, and figured, while it was soaking in, he needed a faux-hawk:

And, as I mentioned, I have blue streaks now. They run under the top layers of my hair, so they’re not very obvious – but there’s enough to be clearly visible:

So yeah. Ben are I are TOTALLY REBELS in our hairstyles now.

As a bonus, here’s the little guy in a photo I took a few minutes ago, waking up from his afternoon nap:

shoulder monkey!

Ben loves to hang out on shoulders, so we call him our little shoulder monkey.

Here he is hanging out on Paul’s shoulder, on his Uncle Steve’s shoulder, and trying to learn to crawl and dance (not at the same time).

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  • 12:55 convinced baby Ben to go to sleep ON HIS NAP SCHEDULE! small miracle for a small baby. #

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