and I also made

ooh conference tote bag!
go me.

a whole new level of marshmallow salad

Tonight is an all-group pot luck. Our Wednesday small group usually has two "couples" (which means, two wives, generally) make din din for the rest of us.
Through this process I have learned:
People do not like minestrone or chicken salad
People do like cherry cobbler and foccaccia bread.

From that, I decided to stop being tricky with fancy recipes, and just do what a pot luck deserves...


Ambrosia! (a.k.a. Caca salad to my mom)
We're supposed to be bringing out dish appetizer style, so I made them in little individual sundaes. They are chillin' like chicks in a drawer in my fridge, waiting for their road trip.

Baby Tuesday

It's like his birthday never ended!
We now have pics from GiGi's camera!


This is my usual pose. Mega hunching to reach the wee ones during the day.


She wasn't too into the Wells Fargo express.



"I love eating"


She looks underwhelmed at the world's largest rodent paddock.
I was enthusiastic for her.


He walks alot now. I say that he walks like a sheep up on two legs.
It's terribly cute.




Don't let the smocks fool you, gravity had it's way, and they both got super soaked. So much so that we had to strip them down in the middle of the museum and change their clothes with all the other parents giving us "the look."

a housewife kind of job

I have been informally offered 25hrs a month working for our church (from home of course).
I like the sound of that.
That's less than an hour a day, divided evenly.
I could probably handle that.
I also spoke to someone who used to work for them and he said they are the best church he's ever worked for.
Hmm.

I'm thinking about taking it. Although it wouldn't start until the start of the fiscal year...which is um, I dunno when that is.

This is where I pray, isn't it?



Baby Tue preview!

I made a chihu-aco!

It's been a long time a comin' for this new dog bed for my little Mojito. I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes when I was carrying him around in it.

if my brain was a cat, it would be away

And the mice in my frontal cortex, well you see where I'm going with this...

Instead of doing a bunch of other necessities, I made this for Trina's blog.


It has all kinds of Trina-stuff added to it. Like the brown tone of her sweet Volvo station wagon that also happens to be roughly the same color as chocolate and coffee, her basic nutritional staples. The "woods" of California half-toned in the background, two of her artworks, and white branches from the logo I made her.

That was way more fun than all the other things I'm supposed to be doing.

It also helped keep my mind off the garage sale that I wanted to have but had to postpone, which is a chiropractic care fundraiser for myself, and how every weekend that passes is another week without an adjustment.
And how I got royally suckered in the other day to sign a fat clipboard full of ballot measures from this sleazy mcsleazeball guy, just because I didn't want to be mean to him, and how mad at myself I was later.
And how overwhelming it is to read about world poverty and how guilty I feel for having food at all.

Did I mention it's almost 1 am?

Baby Tuesday

Hooray for Baby R! He turned one!


I love that a party for one baby turns into a party for both.


Note the special 1st birthday bib. I gyp'd Baby C on her 1st by not visiting the party store prior to'. I made up for my mistake with butterball.


Alright people, hurry up and sing so I can eat this bear and go to bed.


High cuteness density photo, a baby and a pony.


"finally a hammer they won't get mad at me for playing with!"


I remember standing here, at the guinea pig island. a year and a half ago carrying ransom in a different fashion, being fat and sweaty. Here's to non-pregnancy! [clink!]


A Gwynnie in her natural habitat, in the grey fleece lined vest.


I wouldn't let him bite the petting-goats. But I didn't stop him from slobbering all over Grandma.



Her expression, that's my girl.



Capybara enclosure. I wonder if they ever stick their hooves or snouts through the ropey baracade?


I can walk, well sorta.



Wrong camera setting! Sorry. But the Where the Wild Things Are tree was fun. Especially when you put on a wild thing furry vest.


Nothing Baby R likes better than being outside. So despite the chilly temperatures, we ate birthday breakfast out front.


Step 31 of bear in crib cake.
Yes, that is a glue gun. But don't be scared.



It's a baby bear in a crib with a diaper and a blankie.
I never did get a good shot of it.
But it was cute. A cute pain in the butt that was totally worth it.

Carmel-by-the-Sea...

It looks like they are helping each other build a sand...something.
He's helping her, and she's irritated at him.


Look there's GiGi! Well Baby R can't, his eyes are closed.



"Could you point me to the nearest sandy, slimy organism? I'd like to chew on it."


There's something sea turtle-y about him here.



I enrolled Baby C in preschool today, it starts in exactly 6 months, and she MUST be potty trained in order to go.
I'm studying



I wish I could tell you all about the preschool, but I suppose I'll keep that anonymous. It's surprisingly nice and what I was looking for, even though it's not Montessori or Christian. I registered by the hair on my chinnie chin chin. Thanks Mom for helping me with it.

One video from the Discovery Museum.
And no, that's not Baby C with Baby R. Her name was Stella.



Long video of us arguing on his birthday. It's Kevin's fault.

My mom has even more photos, since I ran out of batteries twice on his birthday and had to use hers. Aurora, it is your job to get them off her camera, and upload them somewhere for me!

I tried not to like them

but after seeing them play their songs after many episodes of Charlie and Lola, I started to look forward to the Imagination Movers.

I bought a few of their songs, including "Bye Bye Diaper" and "Clean my Room" on iTunes this afternoon and one video.

My mom made fun of me.

"The roosters! The roosters! The roosters are tired!"

did you see that shmo?!

...no not Drew, I love Drew. How could you not love him?

Thanks to Gwynnie, we watched the primetime Price Is Right Million Dollar Special the other night--

And it was AMAZING!!!

Did anybody else see that guy?!

Oh man, you should watch it.

Baby Tuesday

Since Baby R's 1st birthday is Saturday (woo!), I'll make up for the lack of Baby R this week, next week.

In other Baby R b-day news, we are doing the teddy bear cake, although Baby C really really wanted me to make it into a turtle instead. (How she knew I was capable of that, I don't know. I guess if Mommy can make a fish cake and a ladybug cake, Mommy can do anything.)
We're also going to try a birthday breakfast and morning trip to the zoo, because that is the cheeriest time of the day for him, and Baby C for that matter. We'll have the cake after dinner maybe? And play with his news toys, I guess?


She was inspired by the previous photo of her on the floor in her blankie, and wanted me to recreate the scene with her. I obliged. And took video this time.




One of our furrier babies.
I helped him get to all the crumbs in the highchair by placing him on the stool and pushing it towards it. I came back in the kitchen, after what must have been 30 minutes at least, and found him sleeping there.

GiGi's here and would like everyone to know that she is in my kitchen right now with one of Baby C's shirts, scraping sticker adhesive off of it with a paring knife.

p.s. Congrats to Laura and little Baby L's arrival on planet earth!

scrape me off the floor

As anyone who's ever got food poisoning will declare, "I will never eat fast food again!"
There's never a *good* time for food poisoning, but right now is bad. It's Day 2.
ugghhh.
I want to be anesthetized.

wednesday's project

I really should knit as a pastime, but this is what I did today instead:



It's gonna be made into one of those magnets. It's for the conference invitation (going inside it) that's going out to 2500 pastors all over California.