10.31.2012
10.23.2012
Next generation Giants fan
I am a San Francisco Giants fan. Bo is a San Francisco Giants fan. Needless to say, Ezra is a San Francisco Giants fan. Last night our boys in orange and black won the National League Championship Series in game 7, shutting out the St. Louis Cardinals with a final score of Giants 9 Cardinals 0. Ezra was a huge part of our home cheering section.
W O R L D S E R I E S 2 0 1 2 ! ! !
W O R L D S E R I E S 2 0 1 2 ! ! !
10.17.2012
My lil Fish is starting swim lessons
My favorite Pisces is having his first swim lesson today with Grandma. I am completely bitter that I can't be there. Hopefully Grandma comes back with some good stories and a happy baby!
*Edit*
Ezra loves swimming! All the instructors and parents were amazed by how natural Ezra was in the water. "This isn't his first time at swimming lessons, obviously." Yes, it it. "That is just amazing!" I'm all puffed up with pride. Grandma and Ezra had to be told to get out of the pool, that their turn was over. There are nine more weeks of swimming lessons in this cycle, and I can't wait to see how much progress Ezra makes in that time.
*Edit*
Ezra loves swimming! All the instructors and parents were amazed by how natural Ezra was in the water. "This isn't his first time at swimming lessons, obviously." Yes, it it. "That is just amazing!" I'm all puffed up with pride. Grandma and Ezra had to be told to get out of the pool, that their turn was over. There are nine more weeks of swimming lessons in this cycle, and I can't wait to see how much progress Ezra makes in that time.
10.16.2012
Fine tuning the fine motor skills
Ezra is a very strong baby. He already has the strength to pull down a heavy floor lamp with ceramic glass shade (sorry, Grandma... we'll buy you a new one). When he wants freedom from Mommy's arms, he pushes off with enough force to knock me over. He can pull his heavy little frame up to standing as if he weighed nothing at all. The kid is all buffness. A bull in a china shop. My sumo baby. The brawny strength moves come naturally to the kid, so it's with great enjoyment that I watch Ezra hone his fine motor skills. More than anything, I am proud of his determination to get that little bit of bao-bao (bread).
I live for these moments.
I live for these moments.
10.15.2012
These are a few of my favorite things
Morning coffee time with my office husband/platonic life partner Major.
I wake up late. Ezra has a mini meltdown before grandma picks him up. My morning grooming routine is cut short, thus I resemble Bellatrix LaStrange. Traffic takes an extra hour, in which time I am cut off multiple times by the entitled drivers of luxury vehicles and Priuses (Prii?). I forget my lunch. Those with the foresight to leave an extra hour early for work swipe my top five favorite parking spaces. I nick my front bumper trying to fit into the smaller space next to a giant cement column. The elevator button does not want to work for me, but works brilliantly for the next person to come and test its functionality. I get to the second set of elevators and realize my security badge is still in the car. When finally at my desk, my computer displays that haunting message about not shutting down properly and spontaneous combustion being eminent. And I clumsily knock over my open water bottle as I reach for a sip.
Then Major arrives on a white horse brandishing a sword and a hair flip while exclaming, "Let's get some 'coffay!'" By the time we reach the sidewalk, all is well. By the time we're leaving Peet's one would never know that I had anything other than a spectacular morning. FAVORITE.
Watching Bo have playtime with Ezra.
When these two get going, it's like there is no one else in the world. They forget about mealtime, bedtime, bath time, whatever-time. I must keep my distance watching these two get lost in their secret language of giggles and coos because they are like mythical wood sprites that get spooked easily, allowing the magic to dissipate once they realize they are being watched. FAVORITE.
Late lunch on a sunny Saturday afternoon at the Park Chalet.
Having sunshine at Ocean Beach on a weekend is cause enough for celebratory beers. FAVORITE.
Scalp massages.
Need I say more? FAVORITE.
A DVR full of my beloved guilty pleasures (and freedom to watch them).
Ezra is in bed and Bo decides to go play basketball/hang with the boys/not be home. Clicker control is mine! Say Yes to the Dress? Of course. Project Runway? Yes, please. Grey's Anatomy? Don't mind if I do. Reruns of My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding (the British version)? Nom nom nom. HGTV anything? Droooool. TV is bad, and my programming choices tend to be the worst kind of bad. I get that. But it's nice to be able to numb my brain and body for a while. Heroin has the same effect, but TV is the safer option, wouldn't you say? So I take my moments of guilty pleasure bliss, minus commercial breaks. FAVORITE.
The moment Ezra falls asleep.
Regardless of the statement made in my previous favorite, this is not a sardonic comment on having freedom from parenting when the baby finally passes out. Lately, Ezra has been developing stranger anxiety. As my little guy becomes more aware of his surroundings, he becomes more aware of strangers. So naturally I have been seeing upset across his precious little face more often. I'm not worried in the slightest, but I would rather my baby never be upset. To offset the stranger anxiety, Ezra needs a little extra comforting from Mommy and Pops pre-bedtime. Holding him in my arms, he slowly nods off. I know he's asleep because his little face relaxes, his tiny mouth spreads into a smile, and whatever fanciful thoughts he's having make him giggle dreamily. Yes, Ezra giggles in his sleep. FAVORITE.
I wake up late. Ezra has a mini meltdown before grandma picks him up. My morning grooming routine is cut short, thus I resemble Bellatrix LaStrange. Traffic takes an extra hour, in which time I am cut off multiple times by the entitled drivers of luxury vehicles and Priuses (Prii?). I forget my lunch. Those with the foresight to leave an extra hour early for work swipe my top five favorite parking spaces. I nick my front bumper trying to fit into the smaller space next to a giant cement column. The elevator button does not want to work for me, but works brilliantly for the next person to come and test its functionality. I get to the second set of elevators and realize my security badge is still in the car. When finally at my desk, my computer displays that haunting message about not shutting down properly and spontaneous combustion being eminent. And I clumsily knock over my open water bottle as I reach for a sip.
then
Watching Bo have playtime with Ezra.
When these two get going, it's like there is no one else in the world. They forget about mealtime, bedtime, bath time, whatever-time. I must keep my distance watching these two get lost in their secret language of giggles and coos because they are like mythical wood sprites that get spooked easily, allowing the magic to dissipate once they realize they are being watched. FAVORITE.
Late lunch on a sunny Saturday afternoon at the Park Chalet.
Having sunshine at Ocean Beach on a weekend is cause enough for celebratory beers. FAVORITE.
Scalp massages.
Need I say more? FAVORITE.
A DVR full of my beloved guilty pleasures (and freedom to watch them).
Ezra is in bed and Bo decides to go play basketball/hang with the boys/not be home. Clicker control is mine! Say Yes to the Dress? Of course. Project Runway? Yes, please. Grey's Anatomy? Don't mind if I do. Reruns of My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding (the British version)? Nom nom nom. HGTV anything? Droooool. TV is bad, and my programming choices tend to be the worst kind of bad. I get that. But it's nice to be able to numb my brain and body for a while. Heroin has the same effect, but TV is the safer option, wouldn't you say? So I take my moments of guilty pleasure bliss, minus commercial breaks. FAVORITE.
The moment Ezra falls asleep.
Regardless of the statement made in my previous favorite, this is not a sardonic comment on having freedom from parenting when the baby finally passes out. Lately, Ezra has been developing stranger anxiety. As my little guy becomes more aware of his surroundings, he becomes more aware of strangers. So naturally I have been seeing upset across his precious little face more often. I'm not worried in the slightest, but I would rather my baby never be upset. To offset the stranger anxiety, Ezra needs a little extra comforting from Mommy and Pops pre-bedtime. Holding him in my arms, he slowly nods off. I know he's asleep because his little face relaxes, his tiny mouth spreads into a smile, and whatever fanciful thoughts he's having make him giggle dreamily. Yes, Ezra giggles in his sleep. FAVORITE.
10.08.2012
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