Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Besides, Kevin LOVES musical theatre.

Today was our big ultrasound. Although we have a really funny picture from said scan, I told Kevin I wouldn't post it, because of the damage it could do in like 12 or 13 years. Although parents are morally obligated to embarrass their children, starting when they are in utero seems a bit excessive.

There's another great one of the baby's hand, but we aren't sure if he's showing us that he can Hang Ten, or if he's headed to the University of Texas. Or that he's already into Metallica.

Our tech assured us that she had a great track record when it came to getting the baby to give up the goods and after we measured all parts and checked the important bits, she let us know that the baby weighed in at 10 ounces.

Kevin asked if that was a center, or a point guard. I said I thought it meant musical theatre, and Kevin replied that he didn't care if our son was gay, as long as he wasn't a Dodger fan.

So! Scarlett gets a baby brother, and I get to go shopping for lots of little blue sleepers.

Now, will someone come to my house and put all of this crap away?

Her are some Christmas pictures...just in time for New Years. I'm still struggling with the size of these photos. I swear this camera is going to end up costing us a new computer.

Scarlett may not understand Santa just quite yet, but damned if she doesn't understand new toys. That's a language spoken far and wide by all two year olds.

We hope everyone had a lovely holiday and are going to enjoy a happy and healthy new year. We are looking forward to everything 2009 is bringing, and hope the same for you and yours.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

I'm pretty sure she thinks my face has been replaced with a giant camera.

Still figuring out the whole flash/no flash thing. It seems we don't have enough natural light in our house. This might be a case of buying the shoes before the outfit. I might have to retrofit our house with skylights and bay windows for my pictures to achieve maximum density.

How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

Easy. Pick up a Canon Rebel XSi.

Bear with me. I'm still learning. Frankly, I'm finding it a little intimidating to take the dial off that safe little green rectangle - the one that means "Completely Automated, You Fool."

In the past 36 hours I've taken roughly 150 pictures and have loaded them all to my computer. And that's it. Because I just figured out that the photos take up so much memory that my sad little editor refuses to work with them. I can't even rotate.

All little problems aside, this is one hot camera. Unfortunately, my models have been a little difficult to work with, as one has a cold, and the other one has a problem with chasing tail. Her own. But you know models. The good ones are never easy to work with.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

God wants me to have it.

My old roommate Stacey and I used to say as we drove past Graeters on the square "If there is a parking spot out front, God wants us to have ice cream."

Scarlett dropped my camera on Saturday morning, bending the lens in the out position. It is not working. Which may or may not be because I tried to fix it. I'm trying to figure out if this means God wants me to go to Costco and pick up the digital SLR I really want.

Except that, and you'll have to trust me on this, a Canon Rebel XSi is slightly more expensive than a Turtle Sundae.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Fashion Forward.

I don't believe in fighting the small battles. You want to wear your beach hat with your winter coat, even though when fastened in your car seat it gives you the Dumb Donald* effect, you go right ahead.

The weather is fluctuating between cold/rainy, to cold/a little snowy. I prefer the snowy. So does Scarlett, who points reverently and says softly "snoooooooooowwwww." Alice hates it all. I don't blame her - she's short. Must be tough to be down in all that weather. Near the ground.

We've introduced Scarlett to a few of our favorite Holiday Programs this season. The [original] Grinch was a big hit, although she was concerned for the dog. A Charlie Brown Christmas did not go over quite as well, and frankly, I don't blame her. All that existential crap about how Christmas has become so commercial. [Although who couldn't use a qualified therapist for a nickel in these tough economic times?]

*Points to anyone who knows who Dumb Donald is. I will freely admit that although I knew who I was thinking of, I had to resort to Wikipedia to get his name.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

First I sighed. Then I sighed some more.

Out of 4,000 pictures I snapped this weekend, none turned out particularly well. I'm just posting these so you can see that indeed, we did travel to Las Vegas, and we did get to see Cousin Maya, and that both Cousin Maya and Cousin Scarlett tried to make a break for the casino floor, and were then punished by being forced to ride a scary, scary bus that was driven by half a clown.

Oh, and it was just like being in Venice. Except for the Beefeater standing guard outside of a jewelry store. I'm not sure of the historical accuracy of that, but I'm going to let it go. Call it willing suspension of disbelief in Vegas. I think that more or less comes with the territory.

Thanks to everyone who made the trip to see us - it made for a glittery spectacle of a start to the holiday season. Nothing says "Thanksgiving" quite like slot machines and hookers. And all you can eat breakfast buffets. Not that I miss that feeling that only consuming an entire days worth of calories in one meal can give you. Mmmm, pastry course.

Anyone up for some Gelato?

Monday, December 1, 2008

I guess I should just call this one "Let Go!"

Or, maybe "Back!" or even "Mom!"

And when I watch this video, I honestly wonder how anyone could have any dog than a pug. Ok, I also wonder how anyone else could possibly think their kid is as cute as mine.

I sense I am a teensy bit biased.