This SNL skit is from last Saturday. I don’t know if you’ll think it’s funny if you don’t LIVE and DRIVE in Los Angeles. But I was laughing so hard I was crying. Guess you’ll just have to see for yourself if you think it’s funny…
You HAVE to do the standard studio type photos of your kids. Don’t you? I get so many ads shoved down my throat for them, I feel like it’s a necessity. Like food and diapers. And if I don’t do it, I’m somehow a bad parent. As if one day all his friends in Kindergarten will ask in amazement and disgust “Your mom never had studio photos taken of you?”
Of course after making the appointment Max came down with the sniffles so I thought I may have to cancel. Will his nose be all red? Then hours before, he fell and bit his lip making a bloody mess. Will his lip be swollen? AND to top it off, when he woke up from his nap he had a little scratch on his forehead. Sigh. So, we had to part his hair the opposite way at the last minute making him look different and somehow like his hair was longer than usual? How did that happen?
But we made it through. We got some pictures of Max and we also did some family photos. I wanted some family shots because I thought it would be hilarious to have a family portrait of us where I’m VERY pregnant and Max is less than a year old.
What we SHOULD have done, was dress very white trash/hillbilly with cigarettes rolled up in our sleeves and beer cans strewn around for props. And gave that dead stare into the camera. Or maybe just one eye looking straight into camera and the other eye wandering about.
But alas, we did not. Just your standard portrait. Albeit still funny, on its own, that I’m so pregnant with an eleven month old.
Just in time for Easter, Max got his two front bunny teeth in. His Dr. mentioned they were about to come in at his 9 month visit and we’d been keeping an eye on them ever since. They finally poked through the gums a couple weeks ago and are still getting longer.
So he now has two front bottom teeth and two front top teeth. Perfect for a giving really good bites. And boy are they sharp! He leans in to give you a little nibble as though he’s giving you a kiss. It’s his way of showing affection. Plus since we laugh when he does it, we’re only encouraging more nibbles. We’ll behave ourselves soon and tell him it’s not OK. After all, we don’t want him biting some girl in pre-school because he thinks it’s a great way to let her know he likes her.
I’ve told you before how Max is now making his way all over the house. He’s walking, but only when holding on to something. Grandma (Joe’s Mom) sent him a Dinosaur toy to help his walking skills since his big ONE year birthday is coming up this month. He needs a little help on steering it, but like the walker, he’ll master it in no time. And then, it’s on to the next level of TROUBLE!
I let him open the box when it arrived. And then he put the Dinosaur together himself. Believe me?
For me, there is no such thing as too much sweat or too many vegetables. OK, what the hell am I talking about? I’m sure you have a couple of things you could never get enough of, right? Well, two at the top of my list are sweat and vegetables.
I thought of this the other day while I was at the gym watching CNN’s story on Alicia Silverstone mouth feed her baby, and realized how much I miss going to the gym for a good sweat.
I don’t get there very often right now with all the busy busy going on getting ready for baby #2. Nor am I allowed to really get a gritty, dirty, sweaty, hard-core workout in while I’m pregnant. No heavy lifting. And no good pounding heartrate. AND… UMM, I’VE BEEN PREGNANT SINCE JULY 2010! So, yeah, I haven’t had much opportunity to get a really good sweat on.
OK, yes I had 4 months in between pregnancies. But 2 of those were spent recovering from a c-section and during that time my Dr. wouldn’t even allow me to do yoga. YOGA!
Alright, back to my sweat and vegetables jabber. So then while I was blogging about the gym and Alicia, the bird feeder, I was eating a salad which reminded me that Alicia is some sort of raw food eater or something and it just got me thinking about how much I love raw vegetables.
The salads I make are not just heaps of iceberg lettuce. Mine are more like a big bowl of mixed raw vegetables and a few extras like spinach, kale, musrooms, carrots, peppers, onion, brocolli, any veggie will do, topped with almonds and feta cheese. And I can’t get enough of it.
Put me in a gym for a killer workout or even better – out in the hot sun for some hard physical labor like landscaping (I used to do a lot of yard work at my old house) and then sit me down at the end of it for a huge yummy bowl of raw vegetables and I. am. in. heaven.
Again, what the hell am I talking about? Two things I love. That’s it.
And umm, it is my blog so I can talk about whatever crazy shit I want.
