not that I'm really qualified

I'm not an interior decorator, but I can try!

I made these in my campaign to save our tragic lobby.

You can plainly see the "before", which is in fact the present.

Baby Tuesday on Wednesday

Okay, it happened again. I think this means truly I am too busy.

Will I stop? Not anytime soon.

Mostly in reverse order, as usual.

Kid B getting ready for her Halloween party, as a pirate by her pirate mommy.

Baby R and Kevin milling about as the party begins.

All the kids at the Halloween party watching the pinata action.

Cute little babies.

I'm not usually a let-me-hold-your-baby kind of girl. But Baby L was so gosh darn cute I had to hold her.

The pirate showing the princess the jump house.

The pirate and the princess again, they're a year apart, but look how tall Kid C is!

Pirate's booty! (okay, I know, narf.)

Give it hell, my little prince!

They had this sort of community pumpkin, er, thing downtown a couple of weeks ago. I mean, what else are we doing with two kids on a Saturday? Not much.

Kid C is stoked about her firefighter stickers, handed out by real firemen.

I love this outfit of hers. If she wanted to wear it everyday, I might just let her.

A couple of weeks ago, a neighbor's fence caught on fire, and you would have thought the whole block was burning down by the number of firefighters on the scene. Holy moley there were a TON! I woke up Baby R out of his nap so he could watch them (I don't remember where Kid C was, maybe at school?).

We walked out to the sidewalk and a firefighter, in his full ensemble came over and handed Baby R a firefighter badge sticker. He was so smitten, it was a top ten cute moment.

Orchard Valley Coffee is the alt-coffee house 'round these parts. The free wi-fi and multitude of seating makes it super popular with pretty much everybody. It's not that stylish, and it's not that tasty, but wifi and seating, that's all we want apparently.

We sat and drank some chocolate milk before the used bookstore opened. They were, of course, spaz-tastic from all that sugar and chocolate afterwards. And there was slight mayhem in the bookstore when we finally got in there. Oh well, we traded some books and called it even.

preview to Halloween

we are but their humble servants

Baby Tuesday on Wednesday

I tried really hard to post my Baby Tuesday from my new iPhone last night! I really tried, but forces aligned against me and I was unsuccessful. Boo.

But to celebrate the arrival of "snowball jr." my new iPhone, I will post all my iphone pics on this edition:

I took this photo of Kid C last night after she splashed permanent pink ink all over the dining room carpet, the hall carpet, the dining room table and herself.

I was mad.

You can see on her hands is the pink ink stains.

The only thing I managed to get the pink out of was the table, but I had to sacrifice the veneer a little bit to get it out.

Kids, they will make you crazy.

Ah, MoBo, always a crowd pleaser. See below for video of him in action.

Monday we had a different schedule so we went to go "watch" Kevin play in the eBay soccer tournament final. Baby R however just wanted to wander off. Kid C was pretty good for a while and then she got iPhone happy and then shortly after we had to call it a day and leave.

Kid C made this necklace for me out of Baby R's snowboot tag elastic and a Barbie purse. And then she insisted on taking a picture of it with my phone.

We had some friends over on Friday night and one friend brought her daughter Kid V along. I told Kid C she could stay up and play with her, and that's just what she did. Until midnight, they played and played and played. Here she is post-dress-up in her undies. All hopped up on marshmallows.

I accidentally dressed my son as a farm boy last week. I had to buy him snow boots because at Target, they don't sell "wellies" in October. And they sell rain boots in the spring, when we in California don't get rain anymore. Aren't there enough of us here that they can sell us some rain boots? And what about Florida? C'mon.

You will see that he's wearing heavy duty boots, Wranglers and a western shirt. All he needs is a little ATV and a mesh-back hat and I'd make him carry around a little cannister of Skoal in his back pocket to complete the ensemble.

This is the cute pout. It's blurry, but I think you can make out the cuteness.

Baby Tuesday on Thursday

Oldies week.

I took this at the SF in the summer.

After I uploaded this, I realized that you can barely make out the kids riding the carousel all by themselves.

Hmm, what else do I have? I'm too tired to go find the camera and upload this week...

This one must be pretty darn old because Baby R is still in cloth diapers. But I don't know if I ever posted it. So enjoy the retro cuteness.

2000 is a big number

I am training to run in half marathon.

Why?

Only because it raises money for Leukemia and Lymphoma research and patient services. And in order to race, I need to bring in 2000.00 in donations.

So I made a special page on my Pull It Together website just for my fundraising.



Please check it out.

And of course, if you don't want art, you can simply donate straight to my donation page and get your tax deduction in before the end of 2009, easy peasy.

thanks so much. I'll be giving updates on my sorry-butt getting kicked by the TNT trainers. omg...

poster of the wee hours

This is the rough draft, I know there are problems with it.



inside folding part of of the poster. It folds open twice.
And then the back is below, when it's all unfolded...

it's here

oh happy day.

craft fair cards

nope I'm not at the craft fair, but my friend will be, and here are her cards I made:


front back

Baby Tuesday

I'm super tired tonight. Excuse my brevity.



These are in reverse chronilogical order. We begin on Saturday evening. We paid a visit to "Crazy Uncle Brad" up in his bachelor pad in the city (after we partied at the concert). Bachelor = breakables and dangers, but they didn't seem to notice anything different.


This is classic. They were jittering around like caffeinated honeybees. Stairs, they get excited about stairs.



Baby R peering out to the awesome view out his bedroom window down upon beautiful San Francisco.


Djembe drum was under attack big time. Adult conversation? Very difficult with this going on.


Um, I have nothing clever to say here.


And again with the drumming. I will go deaf because of these kids, mark my words.


Heart-melter! Kevin held Kid C for a little bit while we listened to Old 97's at the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass music festival @ Golden Gate Park. Best part: it was totally free, even parking. Glorious. Very good day.



Thankfully we found some open space so they/we could run around. Otherwise, it could have gotten complicated.


Hipster family, part of 4! ;D That Baby R, he just wanted to watch the band. Photos shmotos, I'm checking out my namesake.


That line of people behind us was incredibly long and slow moving. It belonged to the food cart. I was so glad we ate on the drive up. Whew!



It felt a little Woodstock-esc. But way less insane. There were plenty of dogs and kids (but also smoke and miscreants).


Kid C told me she wanted to go back to see the seals. She meant the elephant seals that live at Ano Nuevo. I vowed not to go back there for a very long time. But then I remembered that sealions hang out at the wharf in Santa Cruz. I couldn't gurantee it, but I told the kids that's what we were headed-- sea lion ville. Thank goodness the sealions were there, or I would have had serious problems. They were so unbelievably charming and cute.


You could bascially walk down those stairs and wallow with them if one were so inclined. Some people walked down and got pretty dang close. Like inches away. But they yelled out how stinky they were, ha.
I didn't want to fish any kids out of the Pacific or do first aid on a sea lion bite, so we stayed a decent distance away. Worth the drive for sure. It ended in a tantrum like most trips, but hey I can't win 'em all.




Random video of pre-ballet class time killing. I learned my lesson this day and did not repeat the 45 min earliness to class, despite that her preschool class gets out then only a few doors down. Baby R lost his everlovin' mind.