Sitting with my sister in law

Holy crap what an effing terrible evening.

Merp Merp

Tomorrow we head to Cabo for our annual pilgrimage to southern Baja. Last year was just a "girls" weekend so Ford and I stayed home in LA and just chilled. We have had a slue of visitors this year so far. The Terleps (Murphys) followed by the Andersons (quite a visit that one was indeed) followed by the Brinsfield/Delanys. All in all we are glad to be visitor free and looking forward to some fun in the sun and margaritas by the mouthful. Viva team Deerin!

Poop Bomb!

Ford as it turns out is pretty regular when it comes to his morning constitutional. The normal routine is he goes into his jumper which is in the bathroom as I take a shower he jumps around and takes a dump. After I am done doing my thing I grab him out and head downstairs to change is diaper and get him dressed. Well last night we ran out of our normal "premium" diapers and had to use one of our standby target ones. Don't ever be fooled. There is a huge difference between a good and bad diaper. Christine and I both noticed the smell right away. "Jesus" we said Ford really stinks. After finishing getting dressed I grabbed him out of his jumper and again commented on how bad he smelled but didn't think anything of it and headed downstairs. As I put him on his changing table and started to take off his pant i immediately noticed a cold sensation on my right pinkie as I slid off his pants. To my horror I learned the reason his sh*t smelled so bad was because it had blown out of the side of his diaper and all down his leg. "Help!" I screamed to Christine as ford then grabbed a chunk o poo and started to squish it between his fingers. I almost threw up in my mouth as I tried to keep his hand out of his mouth and his leg off the changing table. It took both Christine and I (and Kingsley insisting on supervising) to get him cleaned up. "oh my god Kingsley you have fords poo on your dress" Christine exclaimed and rushed her into the bathroom to try and salvage the situation. As She scrubbed Kingsley's shirt sleeve I dumped Ford into a bath and tried to get him as sanitary as possible. All this before 7:30am. Yeah Kids!

Another Weekend, Another round of Birthday Parties

In what seems like a never ending parade of sheet cake and mini bubbles we settled into yet another weekend chock full of parties. Saturday Christine took Kingsley to a party with ponies..actual live frickin horses at this persons house!  Sunday morning there was a party at Art Zone and Sunday afternoon our buddy Charlies 1st Birthday. That one was actually nice since there were some colds beers and actual adult friends of ours to share a laugh or 2 with. It seems we are at a point in our parental life where you are just baby stepping your way to the next party, the next quick sugar fix and chance to talk about what you should or should not being doing about pre school. "Should Kinglsey be the oldest or the youngest? Are you listening to me!!"  Oh well next week I hear they might serve ice cream cake. mmmm

2/26/10

Last night Ford couldn't get enough of the sensation of rolling Christine's ipod head phones up and down his face. And as Christine fumbled trying to figure out how to turn the flip camera on Kingsley moaned and rolled around on her trampoline begging for chocolate. And this is typical in the hours from 5:30-7:00 before I get home. After Yati leaves Christine is on her own to due battle with the sworn enemy otherwise know as a three year old and 10 month old. Sometimes I pull into the driveway and sit in my car for a minuet just so I can collect every last inch of strength I have left after my hour and half commute from Burbank back to the beach before heading into this war zone. I will stand at the door key in hand and with one final big inhale in I go. "The Cavalry is here!" I will proclaim and then its a blur of food, kids, dinner, sweeping, cleaning, bathing, brushing, diapering, rocking, reading, singing. Before you know it its 9:00 and you you are so tired the though of doing anything else besides sitting in silence seems impossible. But Then there is always one more thing to do. One more sandwich to be made for a lunch, one more shirt to be folded one more bill to be paid one more toy to be picked up one more...one more

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Ballet Class!

In a week of first Kingsley started ballet class as well. Christine took her and said it was the possibly the cutest thing she has ever scene. The pictures seem to agree!