Neil Diamond Rocks

"Remember that song about that darn chair who couldn't hear the guy?"
Said George Martin

We've been rockin' out to a lot of Neil Diamond lately (George and Goldie really like the song Shilo. I think because we sing it and replace the name Shilo with Milo. The other popular song around here is I am I said.

I am I said has the following chorus

I am," I said
To no one there
An no one heard at all
Not even the chair

That darn chair, it never listens!

Bag o' Princess Underpants

Today's episode will feature rabbis, bags of underpants and TITS.

Both yesterday and today Goldie wore a bikini with a onsie, tights and a tutu. She calls this her ballerina outfit. She wore it to Little Gym and everyone thought it was adorable. It isn't so adorable. We get her dressed in "normal" outfits only to have her take them off and find her digging through her laundry basket and changing into something more ballerina like (and dirty).

After school George asked me to take him to Cupcake Royal for a snack. He got confused and asked for a "Rabbi Mirel cupcake". I think he meant Red Velvet cupcake. Rabbi Mirel is the rabbi at our temple.

When I open my bakery, which is going to operate from my garage, I am going to have Rabbi Mirel cupcakes on the menu. For those of you who didn't know I was planning on opening a bakery, it is going to be with my friend Nancy and we are going to call it "The Irish Jewish Bakery". Isn't that a catchy name?
http://theirishjewishbakery.blogspot.com

Tonight Clay, Milo and I had date night. We walked down to Hana sushi on Broadway. We ran into our friends Jacqueline and Brian who gave us a big bag full of princess underpants for Goldie and we walked home with them in the stroller, (the underpants that is, not Jacqueline and Brian.)

After the underpants encounter we stopped at Vivace Coffee to feed Milo and have a Beautiful Stephanie, which is the equivalent to a London Fog at Starbucks. I settled into my seat and prepared to nurse Milo when I looked at the guy typing on his laptop next me. He had two stickers on the back of his laptop that said "TITS" in big sparkling letters. Suddenly I felt aware of feeding in public and quickly covered up. Clay asked him where he could get one for his car.

Oh, and one final thing. Have any of you ever had your AMs confused with your PMs? We know two people now who have. One is Milo who likes to sleep all day and then stay up until 1 a.m. just to spite his parents. The other person to confuse the two was Clay's friend Jon Auer, who Clay once called at 7:30 p.m. It was obvious from his groggy voice that he had woken him up. Then they had this exchange:

Clay: "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
Jon: "Yes! It's 7:30 in the morning!"
Clay: "No. It's 7:30 at night."
Jon: "Are you sure?"
Clay: "Yeah. I've been up all day"

Jon: "I'll call you back."

Mother's Day Card

George made me the following card at school.
Auntie Donna read it today and thought it was so funny that Clay suggested I post it.

A Star is Born

Clay and I rented the movie A Star is Born (1976) and have been watching it the last three nights. Because we are rude and shallow people we've were discussing the physical attributes of the main characters.
I happen to think Kris Kristofferson is nasty, mainly because his character is such a doofus and also because he desperately needs to rid himself of all that hair. He does get points for his nice abs and smooth chest...
Barbara Streisand, on the other hand, looks smokin' hot.
Clay can't seem to get past her permed hair.

We were laughing about how in the late 70's a lot of people walked around sporting that look. Clay began reminiscing about his dad getting a perm around that time and looking a bit like Barbara. Of course this cracked me up and I laughed even harder at the thought of Grandpa La La sitting in a beauty parlor with curlers in his hair. Silly Clay didn't know that in order to get a perm, and curly Barbara hair, one needs curlers. I think it is common knowledge that perms need curlers, no? Well, tell Clay because he still insists that his dad would never have sat in a beauty parlor with curlers in his hair. He thinks there must have been some other way. Say it aint so Grandpa La La...

Phat!

My family says the darndest things.
Tonight while driving to Nana and Baba's house George asked us two profound questions.

1. "Are birds Jewish?"

2. "If they make staple removers why don't they make ketchup removers?"

And Clay had a nice quote as well.

"You don't look pregnant anymore, just like a lady who is overweight."

I love them.

I get it!

I finally understand what "slept like a baby" means.
I used to think it meant that you literally woke up 15 times during the night, peed and pooped in your pants and made grunting noises while tossing and turning.

Milo is a champ!

I hope I didn't curse myself by writing this... shoot.

I'm not pregnant any longer

I just wanted to get the word out in case you were thinking about asking me when I'm due. Only five people have made this error in the last 13 days, but still!!! And one of them was four years old. BUT STILL!

Just a Little Something I Whipped Up!

The night before Milo's Bris my friend Leora asked me to come by and pick up a cake. Well, it turned out to be the Mona Lisa of cakes. This cake was fancier than our wedding cake! The neighbors noticed it from THEIR house and were marveling at its beauty from their stairway window. And, on top of all that, it actually tasted great! We contemplated freezing some to save for Milo's wedding but ended up eating the whole thing. Poor Milo. He didn't even get a taste.




Goldie wearing George's Spiderman suit and eating a dill pickle.



Milo and Goldie in our bed.



George and Goldie are thinking they've reached a new high in their life with Popsicles, face paint and bathing all combined into one. Clay and I are thinking we've reached a new low in our parenting skills. The ice cream man has put us on his daily route. Goldie always gets the Spiderman Popsicle, while George mixes it up and tries new flavors.




Baby Milo gets his second bath and covers his privates for the camera.




Goldie wearing my dress at Milo's bris. I wore the dress when I was three at my grandparent's anniversary party over 35 years ago. My niece Cara wore the dress to our wedding.

Good times!

I have to be brief, Goldie and Milo are sleeping and George is playing mechanic under the kitchen table.

Here is a brief summary of what is going on with us.

Milo is a dream baby thus far and George and Goldie are crazy for him! (Even though George asked me what his name was today and Goldie can't seem to remember either. She thinks it is Mason.)

George asked me if "my milk" was chocolate flavored.

We loaded our family of five into the Prius for the first time today. Milo had his 5-day check up. He lost 6 oz and still weighed in at a whopping 8 lbs.

After our appointment I dropped Clay and Goldie at home for naps and George, Milo and I went to Target for provisions. While feeding Milo from the back seat in the Target parking lot, I learned that our child safety locks work VERY well. I got locked in the back seat and had to climb over the seats to get us all out -- not an easy post-partum task. I'm sure the whole thing was very amusing for anyone watching on a security cam.

Grandpa La La went home yesterday morning and we were all very sad, especially George who told him to come back soon and bring him something next time.

When Clay returned from the airport we found his toiletries kit, which Clay quickly mailed back to Florida. Small problem, it wasn't Grandpa La La's. Our friend Mike, who has been staying with us, no longer has a toothbrush or other essential items for grooming. They are on their way across the country to sunny Florida. Sorry Mike... We can explain.

Our Week in Review

Wednesday George and I went to City People's and purchased 1,500 lady bugs, which we released into our yard. See them on Goldie's arm? She is thrilled and grossed out at the same time.



The ice cream man came by and of course the kids forgot about the lady bugs and needed something refreshing. (I saw the ice cream man's buttcrack as he stood up to get our popscicles. Ewwww...)





We went to the hospital the following morning and Clay snapped this picture while I was in labor and getting up to pee.



Welcome to the world Milo! Even though George and Goldie are still having a hard time remembering your name, we are thrilled to have you join us.

More later, I promise.

Baby Milo!

Here is a copy of the email Clay sent, I'll update more later today.
Things are good but busy!

> Well, we have us another winner! Milo Martin arrived today at 3 p.m.
> weighing in at
> 8 lbs. 6 oz. And at this early stage he appears to have his mother's
> patient disposition, his father's appetite and his 10 fingers and 10
> toes in tact. And he is the sweetest (and most attractive) little guy
> you could ever hope to meet.
> In no time at all his mommy was fueling up on a chocolate milkshake
> and mac and cheese and she looked as if she would be ready to do it
> all again. Daddy, on the other hand, was a little worn out.
>
> George and Goldie seem to agree that's Milo is about the greatest
> thing since the invention of melty beads.
>
> With best regards from the (ever expanding) family of Clay and Robin
> and George and Goldie and Milo