The Coast is Not Clear: December 2008

12.31.2008

Wolfe Family Photo

Unfortunately we didn't get a Lornitzo family photo while we were in Vermont, but here is the Joe Wolfe family.

Is this gross?

My gross-vs.-cute barometer is seriously skewed since I've been living full-time with a baby, so you'll have to decide for yourselves. Check out Gus going to town on my nose!

12.30.2008

Gus got some quality naps under his belt with Aunt Sara, Aunt Anna, and Uncle Isaac.

You've got to fight! For your right! To paaaaaartay!

12.29.2008

I know, I left without saying a word. How rude of me! Adam and I took Angus to meet the rest of the Lornitzo family up in Vermont/New Hampshire. We just got back after a wonderful week away. It was a very good trip, and yet it's very good to be home. Gus was a CHAMP with all the traveling and being passed around. He has a lot of new fans now, cheering him on in life. He is in love with his Aunt Sara, Aunt Anna, and Uncle Isaac. A few really great pictures to come!

Hope you all had as fantastic of a Christmas as we did! And we still have New Year's to look forward to. Woohoo!!

12.19.2008

Fabulosity

It was one of the highlights of my life when my best friend finally met my firstborn. Totally special and beautiful and so much fun!!

Modus Operandi

We are knee-deep in Erikson's "trust vs. mistrust" development stage. I thought we were doing good. But Gus received this adorable bear in the mail the other day (thanks Jill!) and apparently believes it is better to keep one eye open at all times. Keep your friends close... and you know the rest.

12.15.2008

Pharaoh Gus

FAIL!

I've been battling a horrific ingrown toenail since last Thursday. What - you didn't want to hear about my ingrown toenail? Tough!

Anyway, I researched some home remedies and found some that seemed reasonable, which I tried, and others that seemed silly, which I also tried. In the silly category, I include the strategy of sticking a lime on your toe overnight. You don't have to imagine what that might look like because I have documented it for you here:

Surprisingly it remained stuck on my toe all night, and it actually did soften up the nail quite nicely for my amateur self-surgery the next morning. But it ultimately did not produce the desired result. So I went to the podiatrist today and acted like a baby. But I no longer have an ingrown toenail. I can walk normally again and wear shoes.

It's amazing how such a little thing can really disrupt your life. I can't tell you how relieved I am to be totally mobile again and not extremely worried every second about bumping my toe on something.

12.11.2008

Boo!!!!!!!!!

This is our "How dare it snow in New Orleans, a mere 70 miles away, and NOT snow here!?!?!" face.

Truly Ludicrous Crap

I have a confession. Not even my husband knows, although I think he suspects. I am addicted to TLC. The show about the little people! The show about the couple with twins and sextuplets! The show about the mermaid girl! Oh and can't forget "What Not to Wear"! That Stacy and Clinton are huh-larious!

So what do you get when you watch a show called "Bringing Home Baby" at 1:00 in the afternoon? A lot of commercials targeted at stay-at-home moms. Pampers, Glade plug-ins, hefty trash bags, something scary called Yogurt Bites, and bleach. Lots and lots of bleach! I always thought bleach was one of those things that didn't really require marketing. I mean, I've never forgotten about the existence of bleach, have you? And I truly believe it is one of those products that has no variation amongst brands. No amount of advertising will convince me that Clorox is better than the store brand.

Anyway, this blog is in honor of the special idiots in charge of marketing the Clorox Toilet Wand and its high-end "Designer Caddy." I'm not kidding y'all. They said it in the commercial. Designer Caddy. Those "designers" must have put in some serious overtime hours to come up with that stylish white plastic vertical cylinder that holds a brush that you use to clean your poo and pee receptacle.

I guess the real special idiots are the people who, after seeing this commercial, buy the Toilet Wand based on this chic element that they've been told it has.

Pootin' in church

Guilty: Angus. And we're not talking about barely audible, discreet baby toots. We're talking booty-shakin' gaseous blasts in the pants. I am willing to call them farts. Please note my use of the plural. It's just the kind of thing that sends Adam and I into hysterics. Except, like I mentioned, we were in church, so that was out of the question. Such a devious baby!

Why, God? Why?!

Angus got up for his usual 3:30 AM snack, and was back asleep promptly by 3:50. Yet, here I am, at 5:45, still awake, unable to go back to sleep. Unfair.

Also Unfair

Look how close I am to snow right now!! Yet, so far.

12.08.2008

4 Weeks

12.06.2008

Overheard at the mall

"I'd rather eat roadkill than Piccadilly Cafeteria." Said by a mom to her very small child in an argument over where to eat dinner. The child didn't laugh. We did.

Touché lady, touché!!

What do you think? This?

Or this?

12.05.2008

Enchanted

Can you tell what has mesmerized him so?

p.s. Let us all stop to appreciate what a great word "mesmerize" is!! Say it a few times. What a beauty!

Cat Nap

12.03.2008

Big Decisions

I am considering converting all of my music to digital and getting rid of my CD collection. The CD is a dead format, and it's starting to seem pointless to keep them. Have any of you done this? If so, any regrets? Help me decide!