Sunday, August 31, 2008

New ring

A peek at the new ring I picked out at A Taste Of Colorado. The stone is called larimar. It reminds me of the tropics.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

B.'s new favorite? Silver dollar pancakes.

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Monday, August 25, 2008

Scenes III

Riot outside my work. Chants of "Let them go!" directed at police.

Scenes II

Mounted police on the 16th Street Mall yesterday.

Scenes I

An inflatable monster truck. Made me look twice!

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Pucker up

We gave B. a taste of lime last week at the Cheesecake Factory. It's fast, but here's his reaction.


Know AC/DC's TNT song?

Start singing that in your head ... TNT! Oi! Oi! Oi! TNT! Oi! Oi! Oi!

Now insert the letters "DNC".

You're welcome.

(I heard the parody song on 103.5 The Fox here in Denver. I haven't stopped singing it in my head since Friday.)

Shear genius?

How does my hair look better when I wake up in the morning than it does after I've carefully tousled it after a shower the day before?

Note to self: Spend even less time working on your hair.

Friday, August 22, 2008

You know you want one

A bloggy/message board friend has a new Web site to sell cute tutus and headbands.

If you're looking for something for one of your girls or as a gift, check this out (I also inserted a clickable button on the right bar, just scroll down a little).

Her model is just adorable, no?

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

"Welcome DNC 2008"

A new sign installed at Stapleton Northfield. Only six days now.

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Sunday, August 17, 2008


I found it.

The necklace C. got me for Christmas.

The sparkly one. The shiny one. The beautiful one. The purple one.

He said it would turn up, and it did (despite the bad feeling I had that it had gone up the vacuum hose).

And I'm wearing it right now.

You heard it here first

The text of an e-mail I just received at my work address:


Thursday, August 14, 2008


We sure do have a boy.

The funniest thing he did today was sneeze. During lunch. And a piece each of zucchini and carrot flew out of his mouth and back onto his highchair tray.

He took one look at me, blank stare on his face, and then started laughing so hard! He was proud of himself, shooting cubed veggies in the air for our amusement.

Another thing he does that reminds me he is all boy: bangs his head against the crib rail and the wall whenever he has the chance. He follows up this new trick with triumphant smiles.

He also took a little tumble to the floor while we were playing with his activity table today. One second he's maneuvering all the sweet controls, the next he's on the floor. He starts crying and I can't figure out why.

Then I see it. He bit his lip with those razor-sharp chompers. A tiny speck of blood dotted his lower lip, which already was curled so far under in the biggest pout.

Told you those suckers were sharp!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

First time

...on the short course.

B. was 9 months old to the day when we decided to take him on a quick trip around the par-3 course at Green Valley Ranch. He was a rock star. He didn't make a peep during either of our backswings, and he didn't yell "Get in the hole!!" when we teed off. He's off to a great start in my book!

Here's the first of what we hope are many pictures to come of dad and son on the golf course.

Wordless Wednesday

(I got a little too fancy with my camera settings and forgot to change them back. Surprisingly cool effect, though.)

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Frickin' sweet

I had a yoga teacher yesterday who didn't fit the traditional mold.

Yes, she had a very soothing voice. Yes, she was lean, limber and helpful.

But she said words I don't think I've heard my yoga teacher say.

She said "frickin'." She said "awesome." She called people "dude." She said "shit." And she said "like," a lot. You know, like, how a teenager would talk to their, like, BFFs and stuff.

She was rad. I'm looking forward to taking her class again next week.

P.S. I also made progress with my handstand just two classes into my yoga reimmersion. I "floated" a little bit just a foot away from the wall after I kicked my legs up. I'm wanting to do it all the time now. I did one in our cafe at work, using the Coke machine as my safety net. I'm just glad nobody walked in. *blush*

Monday, August 04, 2008

Summer happenings

Time for another smattering of pictures, as described by little B. himself.
(Click to enlarge.)

Oh, blueberries, how I love thee!

Big screen TVs are cool. When are we getting one?

Kids who share their toys are cool.

Now that I'm mobile, I can strike fear into the cats' hearts.

See that? I chased her away, but now I'm stuck under the table.

Kids who give their toys are cool. This is from my distant cousins.

What's that, Mom? You did what?

You washed the windows? Let me help with that.

Why are you looking at me like that? My hands are clean.

Monkeys with 'staches at the Denver Zoo. Again.

This spinny thing is making me dizzy!

Dad, don't pull a Mike Tyson on my ear. Seriously.

Since you didn't bite me, you get big smiles!

Swimming at my cousin's party. My hair is oddly reminiscent of a Flock of Seagulls.

I am patio-ready, as soon as I get some knee pads!

Friends are the best. I love playdates. I love sand even more.

Hey, girl! Long time, no see!

Mom, stop putting your hat on me. You know it's about 10 sizes too big!