mini meep

Look! It's our new sea monkey! Just kidding - that's our new little meep, at 8 weeks and 3 days according to today's ultrasound. This is why I've been exceptionally lame about updating on here. And basically lame in every other area of life too. I have recently excelled at barfing though, so gold medal in that category for me.

We're so excited about this new little one and can't wait to meet him/her. Mini Meep is due February 26th, 2010. Just two days before Wade and I celebrate our birthdays. Yes. We have the same birthday. Julian is a very excited big brother and exclaimed today after seeing the ultrasound, "Whoa. That's a cool baby!" He keeps wanting to watch the dvd the office gave us over and over, because he loves seeing and hearing the heartbeat.

I'm going to keep this short - because I need to go and lie down, and try not to puke. And later, I'll feel like eating a jar of mustard or drinking a gallon of pickle juice. No joke. For the past few nights, chocolate milkshakes that Wade has made for me have been keeping me well. His milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard. I could teach you, but I'd have to charge.

hardcore stevie

This is Stevie with a shaved face, puffy eye, and looking hardcore gangsta. About a week after the Cat Lady episode and he was back home and all was fine, he got really lethargic and wouldn't eat or drink anything for an entire day. And then the left side of his face got all swollen and he looked completely crazy. But didn't seem to be in any pain, besides that first day of lethargy.

Knowing that the vet would inevitably charge me a crap ton of money, I googled the hell out of his symptoms, and figured that he either had a bad insect or spider bite, or had an abscessed tooth. There's not much that can be done for a bite, but if it was his tooth I didn't want him to be in pain, so Wade took him to the vet. $300 later, we know that it's not an abscessed tooth, and our vet isn't even sure what could have bitten him. See that black spot on his cheek? It's not supposed to be there. Our vet tested for cancer, which I'm extremely suspicious about. Of course I'm not a medical professional, but if you know anything, or google for half a second, you will find that spider bites can cause necrosis in the surrounding tissue. In other words, his skin is dying off in the bite area. Duh. $100 for a skin cancer test on a cat that is a year old, and has every indication of a bite? I think we got scammed.


Unfortunately, there's not much that can be done about his face right now, and he's on antibiotics as a precaution. And okay, I just turned into one of those crazies who blogs long winded paragraphs about her pet.


Here is the best husband ever, Wade, at a winery that we visited recently. My parents came to town, so we were trying to do some fun local stuff. Wade made all of our lunches for our winery picnic, and was extra careful to make my gluten-free lunch in a separate area because as I just mentioned, he's the best husband ever.


As much as I would have liked to see Big Don and The Nancy tanked on local wine, it didn't happen. We did have a good time though. Julian even came along, although he refused to pose for the picture because he was completely bored of the tour at that point. Whatevs. Everyone is kind of laughing in the picture because right as we were supposed to say cheese, I quietly said, "Shart!" because I enjoy filthy 12 year old boy humor.


Lastly, here is my sweet boy on his backyard rope swing. Every kid should have a rope swing. Good times.

underdecking

"underdecking:
conspiring against an authority figure to take synchronized shits underneath said authority figure's deck. Usually performed in groups of two to five people. In extreme cases, shit burritos are fashioned with paper towels and left to be found."

Did you read the above definition from urbandictionary.com? My friend Zach, of the Zach and Becca tribe, wrote and submitted that to Urban Dictionary. I'm not going to go into a lot of detail because it would be jerky and embarrassing to my child, but I think Zach pretty much summed the entire happening up in this definition.

Our kids are so gross, dude.

drama-free zone

So, I deleted my last post about the crazy cat experience because I would like this blog to be a happy space, and not some drama filled rant area. And really, when I start posting about hostage cats, then you know my life is pretty boring. Another reason is that I don't want to vilify someone who was trying to do a good deed, but just went about it in a bizarre way. So - on to happier things.

Here's some footage of Julian's first Tae Kwon Do class. The counting to 10 in Korean kills me. His voice sounds so little.


What are you all doing for the 4th of July? (Canadians, sorry you don't get to see stuff explode in your skyline today.) This is our first time celebrating the 4th in North Carolina. Last year, we were at the CBS lot in Studio City. It was crammed so full, and people were being so rude and pushy that it was hard to enjoy the time there. I remember while we were walking in a line like a bunch of cattle, a man behind me (who had small children with him) started pushing my back and yelling at me to move. As if I had anywhere to go. Ohhh, L.A. I don't miss you. This year will be much more peaceful, I'm expecting.