ollie pulled a caddyshack and left a baby ruth in the tub tonight.

gabe was on tub duty. i came into the bathroom and told them to get the show on the road. then i started telling gabe a (thrilling) story about work. i paused during my story and we both looked down at ollie, who was suddenly very quiet. he was in his hunched over, pooping position. the one where he throws himself on the floor and pretends like he's really interested in his shoes. though he had no shoes to pretend to be fascinated by so he was using bubbles as a stand-in.

"ollie are you pooping!?" one of us or maybe both of asked him.

"yeah," he casually answered, like it was no big deal. like he poops in the bath all the time.

gabe grabbed him and tried to pull him out of the tub. ollie fought him and tried to find his poop. his chubby little hands were trying to grab it. i stood there, with my mouth hanging open, not knowing what to do. finally, i wrapped him up in a towel and ran downstairs and gave him another bath. he didn't poop the second time.

this was after i fucked up his hair. i mean, after i gave him a hair cut. two years and three and a half months later, i finally cut his hair.

i was ichatting with my brother and ollie tonight and my brother said, "mom said he needs a haircut." and i totally agreed. he did need a haircut. it was out of control.

don't let the picture below fool you. it's a good picture. the cut is awful. he has bangs now. and the bangs are uneven. in the picture i swept them to the side, then took a picture, really fast before he could move.

poor kid.

abcd fgh...

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i want to see this. opens in berkeley on 4/8.

From the feature-length documentary, "Bill Cunningham New York," ( 2010), directed by Richard Press and produced by Philip Gefter.

credit: First Thought Films
Contact Philip Gefter: philipgefter@gmail.com

from here.

dreaming

these are pricey but i swear, i'd wear them everyday. or at least every other day.

from here.

went to the doctor today, for a check up. really it was an introductory meeting because my doctor had to leave the practice. she told me she had to get a job. (at kaiser.) she had just had her second baby and she needed a job where it would be OK if she called in sick.

so anyway, i went to meet my (maybe) new doctor today. she was nice enough. (i really loved my old doctor. she'd come into the exam room and sit down and chat with me before she'd look in my ears. sometimes we'd sit there and chat for so long i'd get nervous about her other patients who were waiting.)

back to today. she asked more questions than any other doctor has ever asked me. i started to feel nervous. really, i had no issues or complaints. at one point she said, "i don't know what i really do for you, you seem healthy." and then she asked me 9,000 more questions. she was looking for something to help me with, or a drug to prescribe. i had nothing for her. in the end she ordered some lab work. for cholesterol and stuff like that. i felt so anxious when i left. is it normal for a 34-year old woman to get lab work? is she worried about me for some reason i don't know? my nervous nature needs a doctor who brushes things off, who shrugs and tells me i'm silly. or maybe someone in the middle. today's doctor was too gloom and doom.

on another note. ici. holy f'in amazing. the chartreuse chocolate is ridiculously delicious. i know this to be true because i just polished off nearly a 1/2 pint. or maybe more.

pajama jeans

wtf? pajama jeans.

less writing more linking

monica bielanko is funny.

portlandia

tonight we watched portlandia, a new series starring fred armison, from snl and carrie brownstein, from sleater-kinney. i

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if you've not tried bittersweet's chocolate, you're missing out.

my day was going just swell until about 3:30 this afternoon when i started sneezing and sniffling a bit. all of a sudden, on the way home, i suddenly had a full blown cold. let me paint a picture: my nose is like a faucet. as one of my facebook friends from elementary school posts in her status updates, oh, about every other day, FML.

i think this is the 5th cold i've had since october. ollie started preschool in october and i blame ollie for this cold. he had it first and the kid has shit for manners. he keeps sneezing in my face.


my head is too congested to think of a clever way to transition into this. so, changing subject, moving right along:


i don't subscribe to gwyneth paltrow's "goop," but after reading beth spotswood's and crummy mummy's commentary about the same newsletter, i think i want to start. because i like to torture myself.

nighty night.

bed

when we lived in san francisco, we never finished decorating our bedroom. it was the last room in the house and it was like we got too tired to go on. and maybe, that was it. i was pregnant and not super motivated and then ollie arrived and we never gave it another thought.

now i have plans for our room. it includes, a headboard, more pillows, a chair of some sort (for all the reading i don't do anymore) and maybe even a bedskirt. (do beds still wear skirts these days? and also, is it bedskirt or bed skirt? i googled it and it's both ways.)

anyway, here's our comforter:

you can find it at anthropologie. i found ours at jeremys for a fraction of what we would've paid at anthropologie.

i'm liking these pillows:

pillows from here.

i could eat him up.

ho hum

i should be in bed. i have a meeting tomorrow morning at 7:30. ollie seems to be staying up later and later and as a result, i am staying up later and later.

this staying up later means that he sleeps later. on saturday he broke his all time record and slept in until 8:45. then, sunday he slept until 9:30. know what this means? i slept 'til 9:30. and it was beautiful. i tried to take a nap yesterday afternoon and i couldn't. guess i was just too rested from my 9 1/2 hours of rest.

so, this staying up late and sleeping late is good, except i've been going to work later, and unfortunately, daycare doesn't stay open later.

we must get back on track.

as i sit here eating peanuts and watching anthony bourdain eat his way through brazil.

this is not what i meant to write about. what i meant to mention was that ollie needs a haircut. really only his bangs need to be cut but gabe said he'll have a mullet it i only cut his bangs. the conundrum. so, i'll put it it off, like the doctor's appointments and oil change i'm putting off.

i should also try to break the pacifier habit. we're down to naps and nights, but sometimes i get sick of hearing about it so i cave. more on this later.

links

damn you auto correct is funny.

the sartorialist documentary is worth a watch.

this article, about what our kids will never know, is interesting. but really, watches? i still wear a watch...do you?

how gorgeous are these?














from here.

last night while gabe was at band practice, i was doing some compulsive shopping. these were on super sale and i love them.




from here.

doesn't this make you happy? and, don't you wish it was ice tea weather?

available here.

gossip

whenever i go on vacation i buy gossip magazines. whenever i fly i'll buy 2-3 gossip rags to read. hell, whenever i happen to be near a gossip magazine at a grocery store check stand, i buy it. total guilty pleasure.

if you like star magazine, tmz or perez hilton, you'll like this site.

he revealed a bunch of blink items on sunday every 15 minutes, beginning at 8 AM and running through the early evening. i kept refreshing my phone throughout the day.