There is a "popper" toy at Logan's school which essentially scares little kids in anticipation (think a baby version of Jack-in-the-Box). Logan has learned exactly when the toy is nearly done, making the most hilarious faces ever in anticipation of the final POP.
I borrowed the toy from his school so we could play with it over the weekend, and so I could capture a few of his expressions for everyone to see. Enjoy!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
All choked up
I've noticed since I was pregnant, I've become increasingly emotional during various events. I've always been a pretty emotional person anyway, but boy when those crazy pregnancy hormones kicked in, I found myself weeping at bubble gum commercials for God's sake! And, while I wasn't too interested in babies beforehand, I suddenly had this enormous love and affection for the little one growing inside of me, who I had yet to meet.
So it was no surprise, that once Logan was born, that emotional bond I felt with him increased ten-fold. Suddenly, any little event would trigger a surge of love, pride, affection and happiness.
And, I would get choked up.
Any new development of our little man. A smile, a laugh, sitting up, wearing a brace, then not wearing a brace, rolling over, jumping, kicking, finding his voice, finding his hands, finding his tongue, finding his feet, finding his penis, watching the dogs play, pulling my hair, reaching out to me, laughing uncontrollably as he swiftly crawled to the dogs' water bowl to splash in, pulling up and trying to walk or contemplating how to get back down.
You name it, I get choked up.
But, it's not just those "little" things that Logan does, that gets me choked up.
Seeing a hip-hop popper from Texas break down in tears of joy when he got picked to compete in Vegas, and eventually move his way through to the finals - and actually WIN "So You Think You Can Dance" - was touching, endearing and just made you want to give the kid a big hug. Sappy, I know. Yet I couldn't help but get choked up.
Watching Phelps ROAR when his teammate swam the fastest split in history; I guess you could say my motherly instinct kicked in. I swelled with pride. For Phelps, for Lezak, for the United States of America. For all boys, young and old, who work hard to make their dreams come true. Yes, I got choked up.
And, listening to Michelle talk the other night, both lovingly and respectfully of her parents, her children and of course, her husband. That entire family is nothing but hope and inspiration. And, I got choked up.
Logan and I, together, watched Barack's acceptance speech at the Democratic National Convention tonight. I realize he doesn't even have the faintest idea how we were witnessing some of the most powerful history in the making. Still, I looked down at my son, gave him a quick little hug, and told him that man speaking on the screen that he was watching so quietly and intently; that man was going to be the next President of the United States for the next eight years.
The first eight years of Logan's life.
And he was going to make a difference.
And, I got choked up.
So it was no surprise, that once Logan was born, that emotional bond I felt with him increased ten-fold. Suddenly, any little event would trigger a surge of love, pride, affection and happiness.
And, I would get choked up.
Any new development of our little man. A smile, a laugh, sitting up, wearing a brace, then not wearing a brace, rolling over, jumping, kicking, finding his voice, finding his hands, finding his tongue, finding his feet, finding his penis, watching the dogs play, pulling my hair, reaching out to me, laughing uncontrollably as he swiftly crawled to the dogs' water bowl to splash in, pulling up and trying to walk or contemplating how to get back down.
You name it, I get choked up.
But, it's not just those "little" things that Logan does, that gets me choked up.
Seeing a hip-hop popper from Texas break down in tears of joy when he got picked to compete in Vegas, and eventually move his way through to the finals - and actually WIN "So You Think You Can Dance" - was touching, endearing and just made you want to give the kid a big hug. Sappy, I know. Yet I couldn't help but get choked up.
Watching Phelps ROAR when his teammate swam the fastest split in history; I guess you could say my motherly instinct kicked in. I swelled with pride. For Phelps, for Lezak, for the United States of America. For all boys, young and old, who work hard to make their dreams come true. Yes, I got choked up.
And, listening to Michelle talk the other night, both lovingly and respectfully of her parents, her children and of course, her husband. That entire family is nothing but hope and inspiration. And, I got choked up.
Logan and I, together, watched Barack's acceptance speech at the Democratic National Convention tonight. I realize he doesn't even have the faintest idea how we were witnessing some of the most powerful history in the making. Still, I looked down at my son, gave him a quick little hug, and told him that man speaking on the screen that he was watching so quietly and intently; that man was going to be the next President of the United States for the next eight years.
The first eight years of Logan's life.
And he was going to make a difference.
And, I got choked up.
Another Breakthrough
Over the last 4-5 days I've noticed one of Logan's upper teeth starting to come through - a little bit more swollen gum and you can kinda see the pearly whites somewhere underneath said gum. Yesterday I was pretty sure I saw a corner of the tooth finally poke through, but wasn't positive. Jon claimed he was "super bitchy all night long" (he had Daddy-duty last night so I could take a few hours off), and fell asleep a bit earlier than usual.
This morning, Jon held him upside down so I could do an official inspection and sure enough! We have another tooth that's broken through. It's still in the beginning stages, but given our experience from the first set, I'm sure it'll be a sharp razor before we know it.
This morning, Jon held him upside down so I could do an official inspection and sure enough! We have another tooth that's broken through. It's still in the beginning stages, but given our experience from the first set, I'm sure it'll be a sharp razor before we know it.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Chihuly
Today we took a trip up to the city with my parents and Kai to see Chihuly at the de Young. For those of you who don't recognize the name, Dale Chihuly is a world-renowned artist who has taken glass blowing to a whole new level. He creates MASSIVE collections of glass sculpture (usually with a team that works under his vision), combining the most intricate pieces, lines and colors and turning them into beautiful works of art.The exhibit at de Young is enormous. Showcasing eleven galleries,
it is one of the largest exhibits of his work I believe. If you have a spare afternoon and can get tickets, I would highly suggest going to see it!! :)As you can see, I went crazy with the camera, but his work was so phenomenal and gorgeous, that I had to attempt at capturing it all! Still, most of my pics don't do his work justice. It's just one of those things "you have to be there" for.
And, as you might imagine, flash isn't allowed inside the exhibit, and it was pretty dark, so I don't have many at all of us or Logan, but trust me when I say Logan was a trooper!! :) He hung with Daddy the entire time (in our Ergo Carrier since strollers weren't allowed inside) and only fussed a couple times when he got bored or tired.
This one is a close up of the glass "Chandeliers" which was Logan's favorite of them all. He really enjoyed looking up at the huge glowing blobs of different colored glass :)
Afterwards we all headed off to Ti Couz, a favorite restaurant of ours, and stuffed ourselves silly with scrumptiously decadent crepes. Yummmm....We had a fabulous time today, what a wonderful ending to a beautiful weekend!
Click on any of the pics for many more shots of each gallery!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Not a Genuine Black Man
For our 2nd theatre night out (my parent's gift to us when Logan was born), Jon and I enjoyed a local play, a hit solo show, a comedian and now celebrity: Brian Copeland.
His show, Not a Genuine Black Man, was fantastic. But don't let people like my father fool you. He told me "It's a comedy". And so, I sat through the first 15 minutes of the play thinking, "Well this isn't very funny". And then I sat through the next 15 minutes thinking "When's the comedy going to begin??" and another 15 minutes later I thought "The playbill says he's a comedian, but this shit is pretty dark."
I finally realized, the show is perhaps more akin to your Shakespearean problem play. There WAS (finally) some comedy sprinkled in here and there, but it was disguised amidst the heavy themes of racial prejudice and stereotypes, physical and emotional abuse, community and sense of belonging, inspiration and respect, and of course, family.
Still, it was poignant, touching, ever heart wrenching. Particularly as a native Bay Area kid, and now parent.
Tomorrow (Sunday the 24th) is his last day at San Jose's Hoover Theatre. He will also be back for two matinée shows the first two Sundays in October.
If you're local and haven't seen his show yet, go buy your tickets now. If you're not local (sucks to be you), go buy his book instead. You can thank me later.
His show, Not a Genuine Black Man, was fantastic. But don't let people like my father fool you. He told me "It's a comedy". And so, I sat through the first 15 minutes of the play thinking, "Well this isn't very funny". And then I sat through the next 15 minutes thinking "When's the comedy going to begin??" and another 15 minutes later I thought "The playbill says he's a comedian, but this shit is pretty dark."I finally realized, the show is perhaps more akin to your Shakespearean problem play. There WAS (finally) some comedy sprinkled in here and there, but it was disguised amidst the heavy themes of racial prejudice and stereotypes, physical and emotional abuse, community and sense of belonging, inspiration and respect, and of course, family.
Still, it was poignant, touching, ever heart wrenching. Particularly as a native Bay Area kid, and now parent.
Tomorrow (Sunday the 24th) is his last day at San Jose's Hoover Theatre. He will also be back for two matinée shows the first two Sundays in October.
If you're local and haven't seen his show yet, go buy your tickets now. If you're not local (sucks to be you), go buy his book instead. You can thank me later.
Gymboree
Today we tried out a Gymboree class - and since the class was in the afternoon, Logan was a lot more active and willing to explore (especially when we put a colored "whiffle" ball out for him to grab). We had him try pretty much every cool ramp or ladder or ball or slide that we could find, and he seemed to be game for anything, until the end when the singing lady's songs finally got to him and he decided it was time for a nap (I think all three of us were ready for a nap!)I'm still undecided if we should sign Logan up for a series of classes just yet. And, will probably observe the next/older class that Jenn's going to next week to help make my decision (since that is the class we'd probably enroll him in anyway).
Afterwards, we had lunch at my parents and while hanging out Logan decided Gymboree wasn't quite enough activity for the day, and proceeded to climb up THREE stairs!! All. On. His. Own. Making it look like a breeze and something he's been doing forever.
I guess it's time to get a baby gate for the stairs now. :)Editor's Note: Apparently my previous post was a little misleading. We don't have to pay the full $20k for my injections, THANK GOD. Insurance is still covering the bulk of it. But, we do have a higher set of deductibles we owe, because the surgery center is out of network. :(
Friday, August 22, 2008
Out of Network Providers
Note to self: next time, check if the surgery center that's doing my injections is "in" or "out".
Who knew three little injections would cost ~$20k?
In another life, I think I'd like to open a surgery center.
Or two.
On a totally unrelated note, I had the wildest dream last night, where I discovered, at the dr's office, that I was pregnant. And, I honestly can't say if I was more excited, or more freaked, about the news.
Who knew three little injections would cost ~$20k?
In another life, I think I'd like to open a surgery center.
Or two.
On a totally unrelated note, I had the wildest dream last night, where I discovered, at the dr's office, that I was pregnant. And, I honestly can't say if I was more excited, or more freaked, about the news.
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