2009 Year of Pleasures #50, 51, and 52

Somewhere along the way I seem to have missed a couple of weeks, but that’s OK because this month brought a whole lot of pleasure.

#50
Baby and Dad setting up the Christmas Tree
Atti loves his dad so much. Bear was trying to set up the Christmas tree and Atti scooted over to help by slobbering all over his face.

Scared of Santa
But he didn’t seem to recognize him under the beard and glasses. Even dad couldn’t make Santa OK this year.

#51
Atti at the kids table
We spent Christmas Eve with Bear’s family, and this was the first year with a kid’s table. My default instinct is to protect Atti and hover when he deals with typically functioning kids, keeping him with me and helping him to interact as much as we can, but this time we strapped him into a booster and stepped back. He did great.

It was totally one of those “My baby is growing up!” weepy mama moments.

#52
Presents
Atti’s still so young that we really wanted to keep presents to a minimum. The extended family spoils him with toys anyway, so we really don’t need to add much to keep him fully stocked.

Christmas Morning
Plus he’s got this full-time fuzzy playmate to keep him occupied.

Atti, Gizmo, and Elmo
Our big splurge for him – and it was a big splurge – was this crazy robot Elmo that sings songs and blows kisses and tells stories. We never would have spent so much money on a toy, but we’re hoping that it will help his development. Robot Elmo blows kisses and waves bye and uses his hands in all kinds of ways we’re hoping will rub off on him.

He and Gizmo have been equally fascinated.

Merry Christmas

From our Christmas card this year:

Christmas Card Pic

Christmas Card Pic

Christmas Card Pic

Merry Christmas!

2009 Year of Pleasure #49

Sugar Cookies

Bear made sugar cookies and I can’t stop eating them. Having a husband who bakes is the best thing and the worst thing ever.

2009 Year of Pleasure #48

Wet Concrete

Gosh how I love the smell of wet concrete. It smells so clean and sharp. I don’t get it much here in San Diego, but it always reminds me of growing up in Seattle. It smells like childhood.

It poured buckets here yesterday. Sunny on Sunday, monsoon on Monday, and now we’re back to needing sunglasses. I think it was God’s birthday present to me.

Mynah bird

I’ve been working hard on Christmas stuff and I’m doing fairly well. Christmas shopping is done, Christmas making not so much. But I’ll get to that later this week.

Today is my birthday – 31 years old. I was thinking about doing a big introspective post about how great this year was and how it really changed everything for me, but I think I’ll save that for New Years. For today I want to give you the gift of adorableness that I get to live with every day.

Atti’s a little bit speech delayed as a result of his disability, but you wouldn’t know it based on how much jibber jabber comes out of this little guy all day. He’s got the T and K sounds down, so everything he says includes those, but it’s pretty funny how everything he loves most – kitties, kisses and tickles – can be expressed with just that much skill.

This one is my favorite. I don’t know where he picked this up, it just sprung naturally out of his little positive spirit. It is the best thing ever to be mid conversation and have Atti back me up with one of his emphatic Yeah!’s. He’s very agreeable.

He always says it just like that too – full bodied. Like he’s ready to provide the muscle behind whatever scheme I’ve got going that day.

This kid is pretty darn great.

A day in my studio, in pictures

getting my attention
Atti pulling on my pant leg for a little attention.

What'd I do?
Atticus! What did you get into!

Seriously?
You know I’m too cute to be mad at, right?

Gizmo and Atti
Atticus and his shadow playing with a stray bit of paper

Playing with Giz
Gizmo is at Atti’s feet all day long.

Time to sweep the floor
Maybe it’s time I swept my floor.

2009 Year of Pleasure #47

me and Jared and JON HAMM

Did I mention I met Jon Hamm? He’s dreamy. And he just couldn’t have been sweeter.

Pardcast 2009

Over the weekend we got to go to a taping of my favorite podcast. I’ve linked to them once or twice, but seriously, if you like really really ridiculously funny stuff and aren’t afraid of the stray f-word, it’s the best bargain going.

The Three Chairs

Jimmy Pardo is the main voice behind the show, and he was a big fan of the old-fashioned telethons of his youth, especially once the bow ties came undone and the hosts were drunk and sweaty and desperate, so they decided to do a telethon of their own. The show started Friday night at 9pm and went through until Saturday morning at 6am, raising over $12,000 for SmileTrain, a charity that fixes cleft palettes for children in developing countries.

Jon Hamm

Guest stars and comedians dropped by all night long. It was just an embarrassment of riches for the comedy nerd. John Hamm, the dreamboat from Mad Men, Oscar Nunez from the Office, Chris Hardwick, host of WebSoup and one of the most easily funny people ever, Scott Aukerman, Paul Gilmartin, Rachael Quaintance, Janet Varney, Jordan Morris…just a huge list of people that crack me up.

Jimmy and Jon Hamm

Including my very favorite comedian ever, Maria Bamford. Lately seen on those funny Target Christmas commercials. She was the last guest, and by then I was seriously flagging. I went into the hallway to get some blood flowing into my feet again and was there when she came in to prepare for her set. I couldn’t contain myself and I geeked out. I went up to her and told her she was my very favorite and I was so glad she was there and I touched her shoulder as I said it because I’m one of those touchy talkers. She gave me a big smile and a thanks and said she was glad to be there and then got out of there as quickly as she could. I don’t know if it was being touched by this stranger lady or that I was trying to talk to her when she was about to go on stage, but either way, I’m not sure I made a great impression.

Maria Bamford

I really get uncomfortable being a fan-girl, but this show and these guys totally bring it out in me. I started listening to them back when Atticus was in the hospital, and this show is probably the only thing that allowed me to get through that hour drive leaving my baby behind every night. We’d get to the car, usually crying in some way, and Bear would just say, “Put on your funny podcast and relax. We’ll be home soon.” So I’d put in my earbuds and check out while all these hilarious people took my mind off things.

I feel so much warmth for these guys for helping me out during such awfulness, that I broke my no fan-girl rule and made Jimmy a present.

Present for Jimmy

The saying is from Jimmy’s act, and it seemed the perfect thing to embroider on a hanky. Either the guys are really great actors, or it went over really well, so I’m going to make up some more in the next few days and put them up in the etsy shop. With the funds going to SmileTrain.

2009 Year of Pleasure #46

Meet Pearl.

Meet Pearl

Isn’t she a beauty?

I had a great little cobalt blue kitchenaid for about eight years, and it finally gave up the ghost a bunch of months ago after one too many batches of bread dough. It served faithfully like a good little soldier. She is missed.

We went a couple months without a mixer, because who has $300 just lying around for mixer emergencies, and finally we just said That’s It! We Need A Mixer!

Bear and I made each other a promise. If we stopped eating out and buying processed foods, then we could get the mixer now and then it would pay for itself by the end of the year. For the first month we were absolutely religious. I made homemade crackers, Bear brownbagged it for lunch everyday, and then the whole family got sick and picking something up on the way home was all any of us could manage.

But we still look for excuses to use Ol’ Pearl. She runs like a dream.

2009 Year of Pleasure #45

Crochet

I guess I just need to get used to it. We’re in those toddler years where some days I have my little buddy and some days I have a tiny adorable petri dish. First a month long cough, then a cold, and now apparently the flu. And he is generous enough to share it with me every time. So I have tucked myself into the couch with a blanket and the heating pad, the remote control is in reach and I have a big ol Coke to drink, and I’m crocheting to distract myself from the aching body.

It’s not fun to be sick, but it seems to be the only way I can make myself just stop and chill out for a while.