Refreshing

Overheard at the airport:

When I woke up, I realized that my mom grabbed my water bottle filled with Vodka from last night as she left for the gym.

Weapons and Babies

On the shuttle from the airport to the hotel- which is a suite. We booked a suite so we wouldn't have to sit in a dark room when Raviv falls asleep at 7. On the shuttle there is a marine who just got back from Afghanistan.

Marine: A shower will feel so good
Me: How long has it been?
Marine: Since the 20th.
Me: That explains the smell (but I didn't say this out loud)
Marine: I love this hotel. There is a place to put my weapons
Me: I love this hotel. There is a place to put my baby.
Marine: (staring out the window) I missed grass.

Slurp

In a hotel in Washington DC. Concerned about sharing a room with Raviv-
Me: Should we move him (to the living room part of the suite)?
Bil: Why?
hearing Raviv breath heavily
Me: That's why
Bil: I'd be more concerned about the slurping (when he sucks his fingers). But it will be cute. And we'll know he's alive.

Dry clean only please!

I'm giving Raviv a bath, when Bil walks in. I leave and get his laundry basket and start walking downstairs...

Bil: Where are you going?
Me: To put Raviv's clothes in the laundry
Bil: Aren't you going to take him out of the bath?
Me: You can do it, you're standing right there!
Bil: NO! I'll get wet!
Me: Fine, then I'll take him out of the tub and you can start his laundry
Bil: I didn't realize everything had to be task oriented.
Me: Someone has to do it
Bil: Yeah, you.

to be fair, the last comment was said in jest. To be more fair, I did end up doing all the childcare tasks this evening. Lucky for me Raviv is too cute for words!

But I'm hungry!

This morning I was driving Raviv to daycare, as usual. I hear some rustling in the back seat, it sounds like he somehow got a hold of something plastic. I look for a place to pull over but it stops. I can hear him breathing and making normal noises, so I assume he hasn't suffocated, and we are mere moments from his daycare.

When I open the back door to get him out of his seat, I see him eating my sandwich. He gives me a big crummy smile and takes another bite!

Apparently my purse was left on the seat close enough to him that he could reach it. Guess he was hungry.

Would you like an up-do?

this evening while giving Raviv a bath...

Bil: Okay, you're right. Raviv's hair is getting too long.
Me: Hand me your scissors
Bil: What are you going to do?
Me: Trim the front so it is out of his eyes.
Bil: NO! You're not a styl- a barbaress!

big momma's house?

Bil: Did you notice the crack along the counter in the downstairs bathroom?
Me: Yeah. It is from the house settling
Bil: What do you mean?
Me: You know, it is a new house, and the weight of the house makes it settle
Bil: Are you saying we're fat?

New York New York!!!

While skyping with Sean who is in Australia

Sean: What are you guys doing next weekend?
Bil: We're going to New York
Sean: Why? A wedding or something?
Bil: No, we just want to introduce Raviv to New York
Me: Yeah, except we're leaving Raviv in New Jersey with dad and Omi.

No cell service

Yesterday I had the perfect plan-
Nap 9-10
Music class 10-11
Meet my aunt for lunch in West Hartford. Noon

What happened:
We had a long nap (10:30), which was going to make us late for music. I panic getting out the door- Unplug cell phone, clean up from breakfast (I'll wash the dishes later) throw stuff in the diaper bag, throw laundry in the dryer, throw Raviv into the car. Go to call Bil to tell him we're on our way. Where is my phone?

Get Raviv out of the car. Run into the house. Search the counter, search the bedrooms. Can't find phone. Run around the house. Oh, crap, is it in the dryer? Open dryer. Pull out all the clothes. No phone (phew). Still can't find it.

Normally I wouldn't care about not having a phone, but I was going to be crossing state lines and wanted the security of my phone (not in the phone-as-security-blanket way Bil views his, but in the stranded-on-the-highway-with-baby way.)

I try to call it but it is off. That's funny, I always leave it on. Still looking. Notice our milk is on the counter. Go to put it in the fridge, and AHA! The phone is in the fridge. Where the milk should be. Apparently our fridge does not get cell service.

Miss music, but make it to lunch only 10 minutes late.

Let there be light!

The scene- Bil is giving Raviv a bath and getting him ready for bed. I am downstairs, when suddenly I remember:

Me: Bil! You got a package in the mail!
Bil: I did?!
Me: Yeah, a big box, but very light
Bil: OH! I bet it is the light bulbs!
Me: This is a big box for light bulbs.
Thundering footsteps down the stairs.
Me: Where is Raviv's shirt?
Bil hands me dripping baby
Bil: I couldn't find one. This is more important!

apparently the light bulbs are for our newish dining room light. They are somewhat orange and are designed to give off a dimmer light than the current bulbs.

Bil: They don't fit!

Bil pouts and I put Raviv to bed.

Can you hear me?

Note: Raising ones voice does not help people of a different linguistic background suddenly understand English. Nor does raising your voice help a toddler understand you better.

Pink Lemonade

In honor of Bil's new sweater, which arrived from Penguin the other day and had it's inaugural wearing today, I am setting the background to "Pink Lemonade." Because yes, this is the color of the sweater.

But it actually looked good on him.

Mommy brain attacks again

I just published my post to the wrong blog :(

In other shoe news, while I got my cheap, boys sneakers Bil got a fancy pair of Cole Haan shoes. But as he made clear:

Bil: these were an amazing deal
Me: yeah. 50% off, right?
Bil: yes, but 50% off OUTLET prices. If these were on Newbury street, they would be outrageous
Me (in my head): but they are in the outlet because they are no longer stylish for Newbury street. And they still cost $$$.

Later

Bil: And I got an amazing deal on socks! I got three pairs, for five dollars!
Me: Wow! That is a good deal!
Bil: Well, $5 each.

Anyway, we went to the outlets to get shoes for Raviv. Everyone left with shoes EXCEPT Raviv.

Running and weight loss

A few weeks ago (months?) the New York Times published an article about why running does not automatically lead to weight loss. It basically suggests that when we exercise, we are hungrier and eat more, thus negating the benefit of exercise for weight loss (not that there aren't plenty of other reasons to exercise). This has been the case for me. In fact, I think I might be GAINING weight.

Yesterday I went for my weekly long run. I ran nearly 8 miles and felt good the whole way. Plus, my pace is getting quicker (which is how I ended up going nearly 8 instead of the 6-7 I thought I went). But today I woke up with a headache and LOOK OUT KITCHEN! I have eaten everything I can get my hands on. If it isn't toxic, it has been consumed. I'm just now starting to feel more satiated and less physically drained.

Also- I decided that every month I stay on track I will reward myself with new running gear. At the end of January I bought the VFFs. Today we were at the outlets and I went into the Nike store. While I was there I wanted to try on a pair of Nike Frees. These shoes are more structured than the VFFs, but less than a traditional running shoe. They didn't have any in stock, but they did have the boys Nike Free Playground. They are ugly, and may not work for running, but I haven't been able to do long runs in the VFFs (I do wear them for outdoor runs less than 3 miles). I'll try them sometime this week. Luckily they were quite on sale, so even if they don't work out I won't be too upset.

What should I post?

Me: What should I post about you?
Bil: That you're going to Friendly's to get me a Reeses peanut butter cup frenzy
Me: I'm not going to do that.


Later

Bil: What are you doing (watching me post)...Oh, which you didn't (get me a frenzy). You can still go get it if you want
Me: Nope.
Bil: Mean, mean, mean!