Happy Birthday, Bestest Husband!!!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Jimmy is a very, very old man. It's hard to relate to him what with the huge generation gap. I'll just have to show him my love with kisses....and birthday spanks!!!!
Happy Birthday, Anti-Beck!!!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
My older sister, Beck, just turned 24 today! Wow, I can't wait to get there.
Hawaii
Monday, February 25, 2008
Last week Grandma, Anti Beck, Jimmy, Sash, & I all took a fabulous trip to Maui. I was terrified of the six hour flight but our daughter handled it like a pro. She even napped for 45 minutes of the plane ride (and licked the back of her seat for another hour). We stayed at a pretty ritzy hotel although there was no bathtub and the sink was minscule. Try holding onto a wriggly, slippery baby while trying to soap her in a shower the size of an old telephone booth- it's super fun and not nerve wracking at all. Falling four feet onto tile floor won't brain damage my little bear, right?
We went snorkeling, walking, swimming, boating, etc. etc. We also went to an Arts & Crap fair where we bought Sashi and Jimmy tons of things. Explored downtown La Haina. The historic banyan tree. You know, all the touristy things.
We went to a luau (Jimmy was pretty mesmerized by the cute scantily clad hula girl shaking her hips....actually, so was Sasha....hmmm...) where we drank loads of Mai Tais and with the exception of Grandma, avoided the roast pig. Although, Mom SWEARS that the boar was nowhere near ever being turned on the spit. Boiled is the word she used.
Sasha loved the ocean; coudn't get enough of it. She would giggle and snort whenever the waves would hit her chubby little legs. She wanted to cavort along the shore forever but holding her up took major back strength (Grandma would last ten minutes while Anti Beck made about 3 1/2). And, if we let her sit, she would promptly eat a fistful of sand (which did not make for pleasant diaper changes the next day).
Yeah, we could get used to living at a resort, chilling by the beach, eating huge buffet breakfasts....except Jimmy didn't fare so well during dinners. On our sunset cruise, (even though we had paid mucho bucks), they refused to accomodate his vegan needs. He was forced to get a burrito from Taco Bell which turned out to be much, much, much more appetizing than the phlegm wad they dumped on my plate.
I'll miss Hawaii. The immaculate beaches, the perfect weather, the drunken man at dinner screaming about his numb right nipple, the line of people on the sunset cruise looking down my hooter hider to see what was under it, the frolicking whales, the freshest papaya, and most of all: THE FREE BABYSITTING!!!!
Sasha at Eight Months
Friday, February 8, 2008
I have been looking over pictures of Sasha when she was just one month. It feels like two seconds ago she was a little bald peanut and now she's this huge, squirmy cutie pie with actual patches of hair! When a few strands reached an inch in length, I went beserk and bought all these hairbows. I think they look adorable but I may be flying solo in that opinion. My sister thought the ribbons were ridiculous but she's on crack. I will post pictures soon.
Our daughter has become mobile and that thought keeps me shivering in terror. Through a combination of rolling, dragging, and crawling she is able to get to the outlets (now covered, thankfully) to the dvd player (where she pulls herself to a standing position so she is better able to stick her sitcky fingers in the slits) to the potted plants (dirt is yummy!) to the sleeping cats (tails and ears are even yummier!). We have had to lower the crib down as she she was trying to climb out of it. Sigh. I have a feeling that the next few months are primarily going to be me chasing after her.
Sleeping patterns have improved dramatically. Thank god. Sasha now will snooze from 7 PM until 4 or 5 and then after a feeding, go back down again until 7 AM. Mmmmmm....sleep and I are finally getting reacquainted. We are still working on the naps but I feel good about where we are. Say goodbye to zombie Rubins (now, I KNOW I am jinxing myself- Sasha will probably wake up 347863487347 times tonight).
Sasha is quite the social butterfly. The neighborhood girls (four of 'em between six and eight years of age) love her...Our sweet bear squeals and flails her arms whenever she catches sight of the kids. They, in turn, poke at Sashi and pull at her clothes. At the LA Fitness kiddie care, the boys all flock to her side....and a few girls. What a little flirt! Jimmy has already bought a baseball bat....apparantly, aluminum has better impact.
Now for the important topic: food (my dad would be so proud). I am still breastfeeding...I can't believe I made it this far! Sasha isn't gung ho abut eating her veggies but she'll express some interest in oatmeal. She does like to try grown up food like whole mango, apples, and banana but she doesn't want it pureed. That's for babies. I have to hold wedges while she gums it. Indescribably sticky and gross. Sasha believes that anything I eat should REALLY be for her. She has had fits when I wouldn't let her try my egg salad or falafel. Doesn't Sasha get that they are bad for little baby stomachs????
While Sasha is still making LOUD pterodactyl noises nonstop, she hasn't said "da-da" yet. I have tried to get her to say it but she looks at me like I am the nutcase. She can project, though. Indoor voices are for wussies. Screams ARE better attention-getters. And, yes, Sasha has learned the art of the temper tantrum. Bucking, kicking, and flailing as she dramatically shakes her squinched up, red face. Subtle, no. But how else would her loyal subjects KNOW when Princess Pea is disgruntled?
Despite it all, Sasha is so much fun. I love bathtime more than anything; Sasha enjoys splashing and kicking and playing in the water. It always puts her in a great mood. Nothing is better that the sound of baby's laughter. I've become an expert tickler just so I can wath her lose composure with helpless giggles. And, my heart melts as she has been learning to wave hello and goodbye....
