Indoor Recess

What happens when your it's your toddler's turn for the nasty cold? The one that turns their nose into a green mucus faucet, complete with snot bubbles and crusty hair snot? Indoor recess time. No one, and I mean no one, wants your kid and her snot at the park.

Shutter shades, made by B and his 3D printer.

(If we are friends in real life, check out a shot of my new 3D printed office bling on Facebook.) 

Piles of books are a given. 

And so are funny faces.

 Chewy Lemon Cookies from How Sweet It Is. I swoon. 

We made these for all the new babies in our lives. And their parents.

 Test-driving the new TOMS ballet flats.

 Playing babies with Pa. 

The best way to sneak in some nourishment in an under the weather toddler?

Carpet picnic.

Food is way more fun on the floor.

 Lots of water

 Good to the last bite.

Hudson, My Heart

A very little man has stolen our hearts. Meet Hudson, our newest nephew. He swept us away at first glance and we aren't looking back.

Can you blame us?

Babywatch 2012 is officially over, and it looks like the pizza did its trick! As predicated, the two babies were born within 12 hours of each other--the first (our neighbors'/close friends daughter) on Friday night, and Hudson on Saturday morning. We were not needed for toddler care for either families, as grandparents arrived just in time and took over. Which worked out great, because D came down with a rip roaring cold on Friday morning.

And a fun fact about Hudson's birth? B's sister left her house for the hospital at 6:50am and Hudson was born at 7:12am. In the hospital, not the car. Although we had to ask...but it was very close. The nurse basically just caught him and the doctor did not even make it. He was obviously excited to get out to meet all of us.

Uncle B, posing with the parents who are happy their son was not born in the parking lot.

 This is one smitten Uncle. And one lucky nephew.

 

Moments before this was shot, I was whispering 

I'm going to take you home with me 

It's a rare treat in life to meet a person on the day they were born. We are so lucky that we got that chance with Hudson. For the rest of his life, I will tell him I remember the day you were born. Your mama nearly gave birth to you at home and grandma was beside herself. We waited anxiously to hear your name. Hudson. And its just perfect. Like you. Your Uncle B and I went to the hospital as soon as we could, and with tears in our eyes, we held you so close. 

 And then Hudson will say Yeah Auntie, I KNOW. Can I have my ice cream now?

Of course, baby. Anything you want.

Oh, and Huddy? You can always count on Knitty Auntie to keep your head cozy.

Babywatch 2012

Babywatch 2012 continues.

There comes a time at the end of a woman's pregnancy when she stops sitting around waiting for the baby to come out and she starts to take action. Last night, B's sister was ready to take action. So we piled into the car and headed out for my favorite end of pregnancy tradition: Prego Pizza.

Legend has it, a woman in the last week of her pregnancy has "very good odds" of going into labor within 3 days of eating this pizza. To which we pointed out that a woman in the last week of her pregnancy generally has good odds of going into labor in the next 3 days, but whatever, statistics are statistics. The wait staff at the restaurant will regale you with stories of women whose water broke in the restaurant after eating the pizza. True story. Which might be way the floor is covered in sawdust.

The Big Sister, ready to take on this pizza. 

Bring It she says

That baby is ready! And how awesome does my sistah look?

Juice is going to greet his son with this face

And I got my cuddle on with Sissy!  and Decin!

 And then D discovered the sawdust. It's like an indoor sandbox! 

Except the sand sticks to everything.

Everything.

And of course, I brought some knitty love for my nephew and failed to take photos. But fear not, now that the pizza is consumed, he should be here in less than 3 days and can model his knitwear himself.

We also got reinforcements late last night, in the form of grandparents! B and Tiff's parents officially joined Team Babywatch.

Ready when you are, baby.

Random Thought Thursday

1. We are on Babywatch 2012 at our house. B's sister is due any second now, and so is our across the street neighbor. We are the drop-off point for each of their toddlers when "it's time," as 2-year old + Labor and Delivery spells disaster. As the days creep by, it is looking more and more like we will get two 2-year olds handed off at 2am one night. Our niece is all prepared for the adventure. They came over the other night and my sister in law asks, "Who are you staying with when baby brother comes?" My niece shouts, "Auntie!"* I wanted to hug her and promise days packed with ice cream and rainbows.

2. This morning I decided I consume too much sugar. I blame the little screen in my building's elevator that has random facts like "Americans consume an average of 22 Tablespoons of sugar a day." So I skipped the sugar cube in my morning coffee and was all proud of my coffee with a splash of milk. Until I head out the door, stop to refill my coffee for the car, and throw in that sugar cube, because I'm worth it! Or, because it was 6:20.

3. When I left my old firm I had to "move out" of my office. When people leave their jobs in the movies, they pack up one measly bankers box with a sad plant, a stuffed bear and some pictures. I didn't have a plant, or a bear, but I did leave with 5 boxes, two duffel bags and wall art. It took 4 people plus a dolly to get me out. There was no way I was hauling all that stuff into my house only to have it sit around for months getting in the way. So it lives in the trunk of our little car, and every so often I take a couple of items into work with me. At this rate, by the time I am partner, I should have my trunk free again. Today's stash includes what I call lawyers "light" reading. Books written by famous lawyers with titles like "Making Your Case" and "Counsel for the Situation." Books I have accumulated over the years, but despite the best intentions, have yet to read. I know what my next Book Club picks are going to be.

4. In my quest to accessorize more (let's be real, to accessorize ever) I ordered a necklace from Lady Lee's new Etsy shop after seeing Molly show hers off. Colorful chunky beads, soft, adjustable ties that feel like a sweatshirt around my neck and an overall look that makes it appear that I put thought into how I look. Winning all around. The necklace arrived yesterday, and I got 30 seconds with it before a little voice squeaks "I wear?" I may be ordering another.

*If you must know, the reply came after a slightly confused look, followed by much pointing and gesturing by the grownups and possibly a whispered "Auntie." But who cares.

Random Thought Thursday

The systems are working. Twice this week I woke up at 6:12 and made it out the door at 6:34, coffee in hand (no juice though, sadly) to catch my favorite 6:45 train. Today my hair is in a "messy bun" and I did not have time to look in the mirror, but I have my coffee. I can do this.

Yesterday I got off at my BART stop in San Francisco and, in place of the man who plays his saxophone every. single. day. was a crowd and this news article:

 (Read a similar article here)

Yep. Murderer. Not just any murderer, a murder who killed his wife in in 1987 in Albuquerque and has spent 25 years hiding under secret identities (some of them belonging to children!), all while I am tossing dollar bills into his saxophone case. I wish I was a writer and could weave this tidbit into a novel. He would not be the main character by any means. He would be one of those side characters you know about but don't really think about. Then BAM! Murderer.

I need a bagel.