Jonah

More often than not, when it comes to a 30 lb. boy with sparkly brown eyes, I have a hard time saying “No.” To be perfectly honest though, I think I may preempt his protests with an automatic cave in…. Take yesterday for example… We had just left an incredible birthday party at Giggles and Hugs. Jonah had his face painted, a balloon blown into a dragon (er, dinosaur?), a big piece of cake, two kinds of ice cream and even a life size bubble blown around his body. To quote his new favorite television show, The Fresh Beat Band, “We had a great day, it was a ...Read More
It’s official: As long as my 38″ partner in crime is in tow, I will never be able to “zip” in and out of anything or anywhere. Ever. Again. With a 3 year old, there is nothing quick, fast, seamless, or easy about getting anything of importance done really. Everything requires patience, precision, and a go with the flow mentality. As a former master of errands, multi-tasking, and to-do list crossing, this hurts me greatly. However, I have learned that adding 20 minutes (and a bag of peanut butter pretzels) of THIS…. … to do what would have/ should have taken me 20 seconds to buy THIS…. … is priceless.
Considering I think farts are the funniest things in the world, and would be happy to share my own bowel history and issues with anyone willing to listen, I suppose it should come as no surprise that my son may have a genetic predisposition to an excitement and interest in “potty talk.” Pretty much every other word these days is “Poop.” I’m not kidding you, he weaves it into every story, every thought, every answer, and every scenario. Me: “Jonah, would you like eggs or oatmeal for breakfast?” J: “Um, I would like… Eggies…. aaaaaaand poop!” Me: (Lights out. Story time). “Would you like to hear the story about William climbing the tree or ...Read More
Me at 3…. Him at 3…
Big hope. Little hope.
11.11.10
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I can remember being about 8 years-old and carefully coloring in between the lines on a plastic sheet… minutes later I would place this delicately crafted piece of plastic on a baking sheet, shove it in the oven and wonder: How, oh, how will this plastic Barbie shrink to the size of Tom Thumb??? SHRINKY DINKS. Do you remember them? They were incredible. Magical. And frighteningly unsafe and probably, TOXIC. They HAD to be toxic. Right??? With a 3 year old, I definitely try to do my best to provide foods (minus the occasional “Old” McDonald meal we indulge on every blue moon) that aren’t blatantly out to destroy organs. But to be honest, ...Read More
I may have created a monster, and his name is William…. I don’t quite remember how it happened, but it was something like this…. One day, Jonah was having your average meltdown about something – an I need another string cheese, higher bubbles in the bath NOW, I want my own car (as in- his own Nissan Motor car) moments… Completely exasperated, the only way I could talk him down off the hysteria ledge was quickly distracting him with a story about a little boy named William who also didn’t get the piece of string cheese, higher bubbles in the bath, etc etc…. Weeks later, he is now begging me for William ...Read More
This past weekend, we took a little trip with a bunch of friends also with kiddies to Underwood Family Farms. In Los Angeles, “pumpkin patches” are usually hosted out of a parking lot behind a supermarket, with paparazzi lurking for “Stars, they’re just like us” moments. (God forbid the world shouldn’t know that Marcia Cross also “picks. out. a. pumpkin.”) So when we finally got to Underwood, approx. 50 miles out of town, I have to say I was beyond delighted that this was a far cry from your itty bitty overpriced city pumpkin patch. Nope, this was a full fledged overpriced country farm– replete with real tractors (oh ...Read More
10.18.10
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Since the inception of this blog, I have affectionately referred to my son as “Baby-Ko.” But alas, the time has come to not only acknowledge the fact that though he is forever my baby, he is in no way a baby. He is a little boy…. A little boy with an infectious smile, incurable curiosity, and an ability to produce bowel moments on a moments notice. Yup. I simply told him that I had a Buzz Lightyear motorized motorcycle that would be his in exchange of 3 poops on the potty, and I saw in his eyes a “Noooow we’re talking, lady,” smirk that he never gave with my lousy ...Read More
09.19.08
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My Dearest Baby-Ko, It’s hard to believe that tomorrow you turn ONE…. that just 364 days ago I was at the hospital with Daddy and all of your Grandparents, waiting for you to make your entrance. And what an entrance you made…. You are without a doubt, the sunshine of my life. You are sweet, charming, and clever…. You are only 21 pounds and 2’5″ to date, but boy, you are already such a big boy. Each and every day I grow more and more proud of you and am amazed by your your curiosity AND your understanding of the world around you.   This past year, I have learned and ...Read More