Updates

I have a couple of cute videos to post, but they take like an hour to upload and tend to get stalled in the process, so it's hard to be motivated to post them. One I took today of Myles watching the street trucks repaving our streets. Heavy duty, multi-ton trucks took over our street this week. I awoke to a sound way worse than the 4 earthquakes we've experienced here and more consistent. The whole house rattled to the core for hours. Finally, I found an upside: Myles likes trucks. I opened the front door and we peeped out the screen door to see the trucks moving up and down the street laying the first layer of stuff. Surprisingly, the noise was only about 2 percent worse with the door open - the vibrations cause more noise than anything.

Myles was curious, but also a little hesitant, dare I say afraid? This kid is absolutely fearless in general. Whether it's wrestling 7 year-olds, or dogs, he's generally very brave. But these noisy trucks had him peeping around the corner and half-shutting the door. Cute.

Another mommy who's 6 weeks less pregnant than me, with twins, dropped off her little boy for us to watch while she did the big ultrasound, where you get to look at all the organs and everything important. I think it's the most fun Myles has ever had with another kid, by virtue of the fact that he's just more mature now. The other boy, A.R. is an excellent sportsmen. He can throw a basketball from a couple feet away and still make it into the hoop and he's a rough and tumble boy in general. He likes wrestling and he and Myles get along swimmingly. But Myles was just so happy he was here. He didn't interact much with me once the kid was around, and he didn't play alongside him, he played with him. That's sort of new. They played cars, Myles showed him how to climb the slide alone, they sat in the house part underneath the slide (that Myles never plays with alone.) If I had kids over more often, I wouldn't need as many toys. They played basketball for at least 40 minutes. And peer pressure can be fabulous. Myles sat at the table while A.R. ate his PB&J and despite the fact that Myles has decided that he hates peanut butter and jelly, he pretended to like it, saying yum and ate one of the crusts for like 5 minutes, making absolutely no progress because he really was pretend eating it more than anything else.

He also had ice cream for the first time today. My baby! First spoonful, he was so angry with me and outraged. He tried to get it out of his mouth but he couldn't before it dissolved. I guess I should have told him it was cold first, huh? Once he got over the temperature, he came back for more and had like 8 or 9 spoonfuls before I cut him off. Loves it now. He seemed to be so good with dairy the last couple of weeks that I've been upping the ante. Last night, he had quiche for dinner, which he loved, this morning I put real milk in his oatmeal and he still ate it and so ice cream didn't seem much of a stretch. They say that most kids outgrow the milk intolerance by their 2nd birthday and Myles is no exception. Phew!

I need to remember to start using and drinking real milk again because according to my BabyCenter Welcome to the Week 29 email, the baby's bones are starting to harden and calcify now and his calcium and dietary needs will increase from here on out. So back onto real milk for me. I've already been back on cheese, but I was used to rice milk...

Baby Cole has quieted down the last two days. His kicks are more gentle. Last weekend he was going to town in there! He still likes to act up right at bedtime, making it very hard for me to go to sleep. Speaking of which, I'm going to try to do right now. I was up late partially because babysitting today made us nap super late, and also because I'm helping Mark set up all his equipment for his home-working for his job. Makes me miss doing computer tech support - not that I ever was officially hired or paid to do that, ever. I'm good at it and unlike most techies, I can sort of use social skills to figure things out that the borderline-Asperger's guys miss. I like unraveling problems and figuring stuff out.

Alright, catch you later.

January Recap

Scarlett's Yo Gabba Gabba Birthday Party

Old me, meet new me

Today, I about to take a shower with Myles. We are both naked, I've paused to clean the tub before we get in and the phone rings. It's a weird number, so I answer and it's a guy who works at Sennheiser who I did a demonstration gig for before. He says that he's in the car with the other guy from Tahiti who knows me from having met me at a music conference. I indeed know of whom he's speaking. He says that the guy is trying to put together some album recorded in Tahiti to promote his studio and Tahiti itself and might invite a couple of people I know, and asks if I'm interested. By now, an impatient Myles is running around chasing me saying "booty, booty," trying to whack me on my butt. Luckily, his "booty" sounds like "body" or "botty" so it's just nonsense noise to them.

He then hands the phone to the main guy who I met at least 3 years ago at a conference here in LA. So now, I'm trying to have a conversation, in French, about possibly going to Tahiti to sing later in the year (the baby will be here by then) and I've put Myles into his tub, but now he's loudly blowing bubbles in his bathwater. I can't really walk away because I want to make sure he's alright, but he's motorboating like a champ in his tub.

This is the stuff of my life. Every now and then, vestiges of my old life pop up and I've got to try and integrate it into the new chaos that IS. Mommy-me and singing-me collide from time to time. For instance, we were sort of canned from our restaurant gig until I'm not pregnant anymore, because the old-school, old-world Italian owner is scared of having a 'mama' onstage this pregnant because I might deliver or get hurt. Dude, really? I'm more nervous than you. I was already going to quit at the end of February which is still in the 7th month, but he cut us off at month 6. So now I get to lay around, doing nothing adult for myself for the next 3 months. I really liked getting to be a grown-up for that couple of days a month, but now, nope! Also, I liked my baby hearing all the music. Apparently it made Myles a serious music lover and I didn't even gig that much with him.

It's comical, it's frustration, but beyond all else, it's reality.