Week 46

We've been hit by the stomach flu. Perfect excuse for an iPhone pic.
Obviously, she doesn't mind.

What She's Listening To.

Back before we had three kids and Go was a resident, mostly every day when Go would get home from school, we'd play our own Name That Tune from iTunes' site. It was usually Go at the computer, and I on the couch or making dinner, facing away from the computer and he'd test my mad skillz. Things really got fun when iTunes started having celebrities post their own playlists. After playing Name That Tune with all the songs on a particular playlist, he'd have me guess which celebrity's playlist it was, based on all the songs I just guessed. I looked forward to this every day. And yes, we were, and still are, nerds.


Want to play? Last night, while I was making a mix for a friend, I came across this playlist on our own iTunes.

Who's playlist is this?

Blackbird-Beatles
Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)-Looking Glass
A Dustland Fairytale-The Killers
For the Price of a Cup of Tea-Belle & Sebastian
Girl-Beck
Girls-Beastie Boys
Good Day Sunshine-Beatles
I Gotta Feeling-Black Eyed Peas
I Like to Move It-Shaggy
I've Just Seen a Face-Beatles
If You Want to Sing Out Sing Out-Cat Stevens
Let's Get it Started-Black Eyed Peas
Oh What a Night-Four Seasons
Penny on a Train Track-Ben Kweller
Que Onda Guero-Beck
Read My Mind-The Killers
Say Hey (I Love You)-Michael Franti & Spearhead
Walk Like an Egyptian-The Puppini Sisters
You Make My Dreams-Hall & Oates
1234-Feist

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It's Ruby's! She compiled this list of all her favorite songs herself.

I think if I was able to make a playlist at 6, it would have looked a lot like this:

Beat It-Michael Jackson
Ricky Don't Lose That Number-Steely Dan
Part Time Lover-Stevie Wonder
Crush on You-The Jets
Hip to be Square-Huey Lewis
Can't Fight This Feeling-REO Speedwagon
That's What Friends are For-Stevie Wonder, Dionne Warwick, Gladys Knight, Elton John
We Built This City-Starship
How Will I Know?-Whitney Houston
How Sweet it Is-James Taylor
Material Girl-Madonna
Jump-Van Halen
Sussido-Phil Collins
Don't Stand So Close to Me-The Police
You Can Call Me Al-Paul Simon

And with that, I leave you this shiny gem from my childhood:

Grandma Margaret

My Dad's mom, Grandma Margaret, aka "Grandma Love It."

Week 45

And Then She Was Like "Heck No! I Want a Bottle!"

If you didn't catch it--I'm talking to you, person who only looks at the pictures of my darling baby without bothering to read my darling blather--Olive and I are no longer one. Yes, she has stopped breastfeeding, which was totally her choice, not mine. Huh? Whaaa? You are, no doubt, recalling my lack of enthusiasm for the sport of nursing and are confused. Yes, I know. But I've eaten my words and they taste like chicken. I never stated it publicly, but after a couple of months, I started to enjoy nursing and even looked forward to the peaceful moments (read: 15 minutes every three hours of watching television in the middle of the day without feeling losery), so I wasn't very happy when instead of latching on, Olive would arch her head back like she was farsighted and was trying to read my boob. There are, however, already in the first week, despite my disappointment, two happy benefits of having Olive weaned.

1. My smallish boobs are back. Glory be! Biggish boos are completely overrated. Please don't tell my husband's future clients this. Mama wants a new pair of shoes.

2. Melatonin. My insomnia came back with a vengeance this past week and now that I'm no longer nursing, I am able to take it. Last night, I took some at 9:30 and was super tired at 10. I fell asleep WHILE PROJECT RUNWAY WAS ON. What the what? Plus, in the middle of the night, I was gently awoken (awakened? English peeps, please advise) by the sound of my yelling, teething and diaper rashy baby, I took care of that business and then went right back to sleep...like a normal person. I slept a couple of more hours, and was again awoken/awakened by my teething and diaper rashy baby and I wasn't the least bit groggy. So much not-groggy, in fact, that I did some P90X Core Synergistics before the sun came up. Sweet, sweet nectar of bottled sleep hormone.

And there you have it. Two reasons why bottle-feeding Olive for two months will be just fine.

Week 44

This girl is on the move. She's still looking kind of orange but not as orange as she was. Maybe that's why she decided to wean herself--she thought mother's milk was too betacarateney and she was tired of looking spray-tanned.

2010 Project

Instead of resolutions this year,
I'm doing a big project I want finished by December 31, 2010:
a family tree consisting of illustrated portraits.

I've completed the first one--Go's Papa, Bob Callister.

I'm excited about this.

Random Pics From the Trips

Crystal Cove on New Years Day with Papa Tommy.

Loves with Uncle Joseph.

My old elementary school playground with Uncle Johnny.

Waiting in Baker to meet Daddy halfway .

Being a reindeer in Baker.

New little nephew Rushton McClane.

Reading with pregnant Aunt Cindy and cousins.

Week Something or Other

I am Here

Here, Mom

Oh How I Wish the iPhone's Camera Had Zooming Capabilities

Because then you, too, would be witnessing this sight:
A 70-year old Elvis ipersonator. His snug, electric blue sequined
jump suit. His perfectly coiffed 'do. His rocking gold shades. His
alligator-skin fanny pack. You know, the usual Elvis impersonator garb.

Week 42