Who else hates low rise jeans??!!!  I have a pair of jeans that I really like.  They're a good, uniformly dark rinse (no whiskering to highlight my hips) and the length is perfect for wearing with sneakers or flip flops.  Too bad that whenever I bend over, sit down, or squat down, my jeans ride so low that it's almost indecent.  As a mommy of a toddler, I am often sitting on the floor or squatting down.  When I'm in public I have to keep pulling my shirt down or my jeans up to avoid showing my undies.  It's such a pain.  No wonder they them "mom jeans".  We have to wear those ugly high-waisters in order to function.  Today I was at the park with my new moms group and I had to tuck my tshirt into my pants. I bought a cute pair of khakis the other day, only to find out that they are butt show-ers.  Aarrggghh!  It's so frustrating to try to dress cute.  I don't wear sweatsuits, leggings, capris, or shorts (unless it's really hot outside) so all that's left is jeans and khakis.  I wish someone would make normal pants with normal waists.  Who likes the stupid low rise style anyway?  And don't even get me started on ultra low rise  (I saw these at Old Navy).  

Terrible Threes

I don't know why they call it the terrible twos.  Owen had a great first and second year.  This year, his third year, is the trying one.  He is great for the most part but sometimes he pulls some doozies.  Yesterday he unraveled a roll of toilet paper and threw all of it into the toilet.  Luckily I got there before he flushed it.  (This also explained why the toilet was clogged last week).  If he's unsupervised, and quiet, it's a good bet he's up to no good.  Today I was changing Liam, and Owen was suspiciously quiet.  I found him "brushing his teeth" with about a pound of Winnie-the-Pooh toothpaste and Daddy's toothbrush.  I laugh after the fact, but it doesn't seem so funny at the time.  Like when I he showed me how he packed his suitcase:  he took ALL of his clothes out of his dresser and stuffed it into his Thomas the Tank Engine suitcase.  Even that wasn't so bad the first time; it was the third and fourth time he did it that started taxing my patience.  Almost every night Loren and I laugh about the crazy things Owen has done or said that day.  I wish we had cameras going all the time so we could save these years.  They are sometimes manic, most often sweet, and sadly, quickly forgotten.  I think I will remember these times forever, but that's not how it works. 

hideous guilty pleasure

I watch "The Real Housewives of New York City". There. I've said it and now it's out in the open. That is one thing I probably would not have told anyone, but I had to tell. It's gruesome. These women are vapid. Actually they're worse than that because they think they aren't airheads. I've been thinking about why I watch this show. I don't normally like reality t.v. (does "Dancing with the Stars" count as reality t.v.?) but i watched the Housewives of NY show once and now whenever I'm flipping through the channels, if I find it I watch it. I try to have an excuse, like I'm feeding Liam and therefore can't change the channel (lol). But mainly I watch it because it's like people watching. I love people watching. I love to get coffee and sit and stare. The most important accessory is dark sunglasses. If you don't have sunglasses then it's not worth doing...because you can't really watch people. They'll see you looking and wonder why you're staring at them. Watching the Housewives of NY is like people watching, only I don't have to wear sunglasses.

some of my favorite things:

1.  My two angels: Sugarface and Angelface, aka Little Bear and Baby Bear

2.  Uggs on a cold night, while sitting around the firepit outside

3.  Madeira from the V. Sattui winery in Napa (Loren brought some home last summer and I had to wait until Thanksgiving to open it.  Even now I can only have a glass here and there)

4.  Getting newsy emails

5.  The caramel apple muffins from Costco

6.  The new Canon Rebel digital camera (which I am hoping to get for Christmas this year)

7.  My new, fancy iPod Touch.  It's only 8 gigs but that's enough for me.  I kind of want the iPhone but am ok with the Touch for now.

8.  The Manic Mommies podcast.  It's cute and they have some interesting guests.

9.  Knitting (and I'm going to finish my scarf before summer :-)

10.  Making lists

blogging during the day

Liam is getting tired of amusing himself so this will be quick.  I am excited because we just signed Owen up for swim lessons.  I think it will be so cute.  I have to buy pool shoes so he doesn't get foot fungus.  It's not a "mommy and me" class so I hope they will let me video.  Of course we will take pictures.  We are the "parent-razzi" after all.   When Owen took his ski lesson we were out in full force: Dad was working one digital camera, Loren had the video camera, and I had the second digital camera.  

  So the other day Owen said something so cute.  I wanted to him to go for a walk with me.  He didn't want to go and I told him I needed a big boy to come with me.  He wanted Liam can go with me, but since he's just a baby, he could pretend to be a big boy.  I wish I had a photographic, videographic memory so I could ensure I would remember all these adorable moments.

1st big milestone

Liam is sitting up!  He did it for the first time last night, and today he did it a couple more times.  I can't believe it.  It seems so soon.  I just started feeding him rice cereal and maybe that gave him the strength he needed to hold his torso up :-)  He really likes to eat so I am thinking of bringing on some other foods.  I know the docs say to wait until six months but I might start with pears just because he has a pooping problem (in that he doesn't poop regularly).  Our pediatrician recommends pear juice to make Liam poop; he calls it "baby blowout juice".  It hasn't worked so far but only because Liam won't drink from a bottle.  He's been breastfed since birth and now doesn't want the fake nipple.  Since he seems to prefer the "real thing" maybe he'll eat the pear baby food I will make.

I'm typing this after everyone has gone to bed, and I hate staying up alone.  I hear weird sounds that always seem to be someone trying to break in, or the bogeyman, or something else that is scary.  I'm going to bed now before I freak myself out even more.  XOXO