Little legs doing little steps.
‘Nuff said.
Monthly Archive for January, 2009
Now that Ruby is in her “I have to pull myself up on anything and I don’t care if I have no sense of balance and fall on my face” phase in her life, she has had a couple of spills.
Some bloody, some not so bloody, but all painful. For me.
This was the aftermath of the car accident last weekend.
Needless to say, I had to be sedated.
That rocking faux-hawk?
Nothing to it.
Ruby’s got a beauty secret even I couldn’t make up.
I’m talking about a balloon.
It doesn’t matter what is happening anywhere else in the world, because in Rubyland, when she’s got that string in her little hand, the world is pretty darn perfect.
Ruby got rhythm.
Have your 11-month-old take over the wheel.
But when it happens, you make the best photo shoot out of it.
What are the odds that Dave and Kerri would pick the same AWESOME robot tee for Ollie that Jay and I would pick for Ruby, place in a bag with a matching pair of gray fleece pants, and drive 200 miles out of Seattle to the same location?
Not as good as the odds of both babies looking fabulous in said attire.
Ruby: Hey, good-looking!
Ollie: You’re not too bad yourself.
Ruby: Hey mom! Why don’t I have such an awesome shirt?
Ollie: Ruby’s rocking the ‘hawk.
Ruby: I don’t like where this photo shoot is going!
Ollie: You’re still rocking the ‘hawk, beautiful.
Ruby: Me no likey!
Ollie: Hey, I was just being polite!
Ruby: I suddenly realize we’re in the same outfit and I’m going to be in the “What Was She Thinking” column in US Weekly. My fashion reputation is shot!
Ollie: You’re not good for my street cred either.
Ruby: Waaah!
Ollie: Eeeee!
Ruby: Ooooo!
Ollie: Aaaah!
Ruby and Ollie: We demand our rights to be our own persons and not props dressed up for the benefit of some crazy woman with a camera!
Ruby: AND WE MEAN YOU, MOM!
Jay, of course. The donut will be soggy.
For your viewing pleasure.
We humbly present.
Jay’s film for Design Commission‘s first Film Festival, which he made based on this “inspiration” photo.
There is only one time in your life when cardboard is fascinating.
Brace yourselves.
I will attempt something that has not been done in the recent history of this blog — I will write about myself.
Here it is…Your update of Me.
I was awfully proud of myself for matching all the quotes to the right newsmakers in the year-end New York Times quiz on my first go.
Good job, Dot, good job!
One of my Christmas presents from Jay was a subscription to US Weekly.
I hate to buy into the celebrity machine, but Jay knows how depressing life gets for a glass-half-empty news junkie like me.
Sometimes, I just need to balance that Gaza headline with what
Madonna had for breakfast.
I went to Denver over Christmas.
I know I promised not to mention a particular Little Person; it is unavoidable said Little Person is in this shot as she is surgically attached to my hip.
And as random updates go, I’d like to say that I really like gray.
Gray will be the new black. Or maybe black is now the new new black and gray is merely gray. Again.
In that case, I am just a tired mom in gray. I would have preferred to be a stylish mom in gray.
I’ll never say never again.
I made rice with cheese and sour cream using a recipe from Jay’s mom. I am not a cheese or sour cream person but this tasted sublime.
I filmed Jay making donuts. He created the film for Design Commission‘s first Film Festival. The film kicked ass. The donuts, not so much.
Jay and I took a walk today.
I feel old when nothing at the playground looks like anything I have played on before, and instead more like apparatus at Outward Bound.
Someone please tell me what this tub is for. (Please to ignore the fact that Jay is spinning in it.)
I have these slippers.
I have not used these slippers.
Big burger.
Meet Dot.
Dot wins.
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