A Week in Photographs
First of all, I’d like to start by congratulating Babble’s one and only Oz Spies for her brand new baby boy! As the only Babble personal blogger with a son, I admit I was rooting for some more testosterone up in this piece. Congratulations Oz and family. Ah, babies. Little teensy tiny babies. I want one. I do. Another one. It’s true. But I’ll get to that at a later date because this post set out to be a slideshow of sorts. Focus, Rebecca. Fo. Cus.
Okay, so last time we spoke twas the eve of Halloween. Here is Archer posing in his Rubber Ducky costume (he makes bathtime so much fun) :
Obviously, twas a family affair:
From left to right: Hal as Bert, Archer as Rubber Ducky and me as a crackhead clown Ernie
Here’s a little secret: when the cameras are off and the gaffers have all gone to bed, Bert and Ernie push their E B twin beds together and make babies give each other jade rock massages.
After Halloween came a reunion of sorts with one of my oldest friends and her daughter, who is a whopping eight months younger than Archer and is so far advanced it’s almost silly. She poops on the potty. She chews gum. She even complimented my makeup. Swear. Archer watched her in awe a good most of the afternoon:
They played all day long…
And it was lovely:
Such a trip to get together with an (old) friend in our old neighborhood with our (new) kids. How the hell did that happen? Seriously. Crazytown USA…
Later in the week there was the tantrum at the Self Realization Fellowship Botanical Gardens. Nothing says meditation like a screaming child being dragged out by his ankles. (Yeah. That wasn’t fun.)
Then there were the pigeons. Chasing them was cute at first until Archer figured out a way to bribe them with some left-over day-old bagel, only to trap them and throw sand in their eyes. The animal activist inside of me winced until I remembered that pigeons kind of suck.
Good times were had by all, though, I must say. Life is good. Hope everyone’s Halloween was spooky-awesome..
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Love the costumes. And the Bert and Ernie twin bed thing always kind of reminded me of I Love Lucy. Is that weird?
I know it’s just kinda how life works, but it’s weird (and awesome) when friends have similar life events and get to share them. I have a friend and we both (for years) were swearing we’d never have more kids (we both have daughters born in the same month who are 11). And who has a nine-month-old and a three-month-old? Yup–we sure do. Synchronicity is a funny thing.
Your observations about your friend’s daughter are hysterical (gum? Really?)It’s also funny about little girls: my memory of my daughter as a very lil’ one is very gilded. She never had tantrums. She never got into mischief. She potty trained in one day. I’m guessing things will be different with my son. But I’m also entering Tweendom with my daughter, and I have a feeling that the easy times we had back in the day were just to get us ready for adolescence with a teenage girl. The stereotype is that girls start easy and get harder, and boys start hard and get easier. We’ll see the extent of that reality soon…
Love the Halloween costumes. The fact that Archer-as-Duckie is wearing a shower cap is awesome.
So then Bert did enjoy a fun game of “Journey to Ernie!”
They are awesome costumes!
The beach and swing pics are priceless. Those little legs and little feet!
I love the costumes, and the family coordination. I’m all for group costuming. When I was three, my parents dressed me as little red riding hood, my father was the wolf, and my mother was grandma. Except she was seven months pregnant with my brother, which was an interesting twist on the tale…
Awww, a rubber ducky!
Thanks for the good wishes. Boys are fantastic. Until they pee on you.
OMG, Roper. That is THE BEST COSTUME EVER! I just fell in love with your family. That’s amazing.
And Oz? The pee-on-you thing seems to go away around the 6th month. Thank God.
And Jana, Journey to Ernie for days. Brought to you by the letters H-O and T.
NancyT– Totally weird! Both of my best friends from HS got pregnant right after me, both unplanned. Maybe it’s like how you get your period at the same time? Nature is all kooky-like.
Linda– Me, too!!! So funny!