November, 2011

Now this is the kind of shower I can find the time for….
11.28.11
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Last night, I took a trip down iPhoto lane and stumbled on a slew of old videos from when Jonah was about 21 months old. Watching them, I started to feel very sentimental… Though I love watching this child bloom and truly become a little boy right now, I must admit, part of me misses “Baby-Ko….” First steps, first words, first songs… Now he’s putting concepts together. Like big concepts. Take this conversation for example… From the back seat… where the most meaningful conversations seem to start…. J: Mommy, tell me about the day I came out of your PA-CHINA. And cue the poker face. Me: Um, wha– Oh. Um. Uh, okay. ...Read More
11.24.11
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… for family. The traditions new and old, the questions that my mom asks repeatedly (still), the goodbyes that take forever (even though we’ll see each other tomorrow). It means I have family. It means I have support. … for my health. The extra stuff around the middle, the puffy eyes in the morning (and at night), the muscle cramps and aches after a hard workout (or bad night of sleep). It means I have health. It means my body works. … for my home. The loud and unfriendly neighbors, the (always dirty looking) tile that I would not have chosen, the clutter that waxes and wanes, ebbs and flows ...Read More
11.20.11
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Earlier this year, Robin Saperstein of High Heel in a Haystack and I met and as I’ve said before, I was convinced we were not only separated at birth, but that we shared a deeply stylish karmic fashion connection. Robin, a fashion stylist based here in Los Angeles gave me a complete wardrobe makeover. Not only did she go through my closet and help me determine which clothes shouted 1993 and needed to be bagged immediately, but she put together some fantastic looks for me that inspired me to continue to think about style and actually enjoy getting dressed (in something other than yoga pants and my American Apparel pullover). Well ...Read More
Oh, boy. That’s my boy.
The other day I noticed a picture on my phone that Jonah must have taken one morning during a round of “Mommy, what does this button do.” I have to be honest, at first glance, I saw nothing but blur and went to delete it. But then I took a second look, “Do my thighs look as great as I think they do here?” Totally self absorbed and obnoxious as it may sound, the photo gave me that sort of… “hmmph” feeling… The kind of feeling when you try you try on a pair of jeans you think will look terrible, but lo and behold, your butt actually looks ...Read More
11.10.11
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So…. you know how I tried that whole “go to your room and spew obscenities” thing a couple weeks back? Well, yeah… So it worked. For a brief period… For a few days, I went without hearing my little 38 pound mad scientist/dictator grunt his favorite one word: “fuckit.” When he needed to get out the “dammits” and the “assholes,” he fled to his room for some quality-tourrettes- alone-time and re-emerged relieved and ready to talk about worldly and important things like how we need to start bringing money to school because they’re trying to help “the poor HOPEless people” or how in heaven WE (me and him) will “share ...Read More
Who knew an inflated pumpkin could look so… um, inflated. WRONG. WRONG. WRONG. Goodbye, Halloween!