i'm SO tired from this weekend!
saturday was lunch at delicieuse with gregory, emily, heseon,
john, dylan, hazel and lucas. phew.
had the most delicious goat cheese sandwich and ice cream, and
margot had her first taste of a non-pureed food, broccoli.
*photos courtesy of gregory
hung out at dylan's for a while.
then it was off to manhattan beach where margot felt sand and
salt water for the first time. not so into it.
*photos courtesy of emily
don't worry, she has plenty of sunblock on and it's the 4 o'clock sun. plus
she wasn't in the sun for long.
more pics here and here.
on sunday was kiki's birthday party
as you can see, we took a matching top and bottom set (from kumquat
of course) and was able to make it last 2 days, wearing bottoms on saturday
and top on sunday. well aren't we clever?
So this week Margot decides she doesn't want to take the bottle from me anymore. Which isn't a huge deal, if she didn't take an entire month and a half to take the bottle in the first place! I wanted to put my head through a wall. Maybe it's time for a new bottle, so I go to Target and buy about a thousand different brands of sippy cups, trainer cups, sippy trainer bottle cups, and every hybrid inbetween. I finally found one she *MIGHT like. I almost cried. *(she could very well hate this cup next week)
Also this week, she decided to do the thing I love the most: sleep-faking. First, she looks really, really tired so I'll rock her for a few minutes. She LOOKS like she's alseep, eyes closed, thumb in her mouth. So I'll gently start to lay her in her crib. Then, bam, eyes open, crying starts. So I pick her up, rinse, repeat. For up to 45 mins sometimes. Three times a day at her worst. I want to put my head through a plate glass window. I get it kid, you like being held, it's comfortable, it's soothing. But if you hadn't noticed, I don't have strongly, matronly arms. I've got sticks with hands on the ends of 'em. They weren't made to hold a baby all day long. Best part is, after all that, when I'm about to pass out, she decides "eh, I'm not tired anymore. Let's go play with my blocks!!!". omfg.
On days like this, it's a nonstop stream of expletive laced phone calls to Jenny at work. I feel bad calling her like this. Well, actually...ok, I don't. I just to need to vent a little. But thankfully those days are rare. We're pretty happy at home. See?
Last Friday, I took Margot to the Getty where we hung out with Emily and Gregory. Emily works there and got us free parking, thanks Emily!! Here's Margot riding the tram that goes from the lot to the museum entrance. She's smirking at the roly poly dude behind her, he should've walked.
We finally got to the top, where the big kids had a quick lunch while the little kids lounged in the stroller admiring their feet. See how her toes are all the same length? She gets that from her mom. Look at Jenny's toes next time you see her, it's pretty hilarious. (pic courtesy of Gregory)
After lunch, Emily had to go back to work, so that left me, Margot and Gregory. We got some funny looks from people who thought we were a gay couple with their adopted kid. The coat check girl looked especially confused. Emily recommended the Merian exhibit, so we went there first. Maria Sybilla Merian was equal parts artist, adventurer and scientist; what an exciting role model for a young, impresssionable girl of 8 months, right? Well, Margot thought otherwise because the baby-who-never-naps decided that all this art and culture was borrrrring, and she fell fast asleep. I had to hold her head up because it kept bobbling around.
We left the Getty, tired but inspired, and made our way to halmoni and haraboji's place, where we lounged in the backyard before dinner. Fabulous dress courtesy of Milk Jugs (aka Jessica).
*martin forgot to mention that at the getty a woman said to him, "you
don't look like the dad". then she looked at gregory, paused, and walked away.
so before i had margot, i never understood those
pictures of babies with food all over their face. i thought
it was gross and just, well, just gross.
look at me now!
so at girls' night last night, we discussed how our SOs
have no idea how to use a rubber band to tie our
daughters' hair (god, is this sentence even grammatically
correct? sheesh).
i kind of (but not really) felt like a jerk because who
knows, maybe martin does know how. so this morning
i asked martin to tie her hair.
this is the result. therefore i am not a jerk.
milk jugs came over to bring martin's most favorite birthday gift (and
a gift for margot too).
but she always has time for margot.
look at her go! okay, so she's not soooo good at it, but
shoot, she can get from point a to point b.
if you're wondering what that noise is in the background, it's me pumping. yes,
i lactate. jealous much?
hazel+robert bought a place in rolling hills estates (oh-la-la). we went
to go visit and since they have a kid, thought we'd bring ours as well.
does margot only have one sock?
then the kims (hazel's parents) came over to bring us prosciutto sandwiches from paris
in las vegas and to finally meet margot. she has a little bit of stranger anxiety
these days but she finally warmed up.
happy birthday to martin, my baby daddy. he is now closer to 40
than he is to 30.
birthday was very mellow, family at the house eating BCD and cake from
Susina (chocolate raspberry with dark chocolate shavings).
martin's dad drove all the way from san diego and surprised him.
in the afternoon, soul stealer came and took martin out to the
fish market. let's count how many times we've all been to the
fish market, shall we?
martin: 2
margot: 1
jenny: FAT 0
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Christian said:
Sleep training! I used to do that all the time to my parents and now I sleep all the time... read more
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Jessica said:
Ugh, how can I be expected to remember every time I blow you off for something else? read more
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Ah!!!!!! so cute!!!!! now we really love Margot!my friend who was viewing my blog and yours too said that Margot... read more
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