vegas, the recap

i'm back! you know you missed me. sit back and relax, y'all. i've got a lot to cover. seriously, it's gonna be a L-O-N-G post. grab a drink and some popcorn. or not. if you make it all the way through, i'll give you a cookie.

it was a fabulous, relaxing, fun girly trip. of course, it began with a teary goodbye to the hub, and i can't even talk about it because i'll start blubbering again. and then my eyes will get all blurry, i won't be able to type, and this post will become a figment of the imagination.

*ahem*

even though we ended up with the dreaded "c" boarding pass (gotta love southwest), our luck took a happy turn when a guy sitting by himself in the back of the plane offered to move so that R, K and i could sit together. stupid vegas.com - paper tickets are so 1974. but the rest of the traveling was blissfully uneventful, so i won't bore you with the details.

arriving at the 19th floor of planet hollywood, we lamented the fact that our room was, of course, at the very END of the hallway. as we trudged along with our luggage, we noticed a set of double doors and joked that the most fabulous room must be behind them.

1908...1906...1904...

wait.

is that...

are we...

our room WAS behind those doors! check this out:

that's right, folks. somehow, we were assigned to one of the two sylvester stallone suites. the key worked and everything. we turned the handle, threw open the door, and the first thing we saw was this:

rocky III/IV, anyone? and there was much, much more sly memorabilia in there...including a rubber knife from "rambo", a cigarette case from "the specialist", a machine gun from "cobra", and movie stills galore. i peed (a lot, because, well, you know...) under the watchful eyes of rocky and adrienne. COM-E-DY.

once we got settled, we tackled planning our one full vegas day:

* booking the spa treatment. seemed the only option i had was a pregnancy massage (something about the oils used for the other treatments not being suitable), so i sprung for an extra-long session. 75 minutes of bliss. the girls booked something fabulous called a "coconut milk wrap and float" - it involved a swedish massage, a coconut milk wrap of some sort, and then some time spent on a water mattress that apparently "floats" above the massage table. it sounded very david copperfield to me, and i was INSANELY jealous.

* making a dinner reservation for our one big night out. we decided to check out tao at the venetian, and our hotel concierge magically got us a spot at 7pm. "it's going to be pretty hard to get you in", she said - and two seconds later "OMG! wait! i found one spot for you!" sweet.

* checking out the pool situation. but i got one toe out in the vegas heat, surveyed the shadeless pool area, tucked tail and ran right back into the air conditioning. no effing way.

it wasn't long before we found ourselves sitting at a pai gow table, happily ordering drinks (ick - planet hollywood serves pepsi) and tossing chips onto the felt-covered surface with reckless abandon. it's a good thing i don't live anywhere near vegas. you'd have to pry my ass out of the chair wearing protective gear to save yourself from the kicking and punching.

dinner was at the spice market buffet - apparently, they decided it was too much work to rename (and redecorate) the old aladdin-themed buffet "voted #1 in las vegas". surprisingly, it lived up to its name, with endless stations with themes from around the world. i ate myself into oblivion and topped it off with one of my most favorite treats on the planet:

dudes, i was SO GOOD. i got up early the next morning, grabbed a pastry and chai tea from coffee bean, and hit the gym. i suppose all i did was burn off the calories from that "breakfast", but whatever. i did my time, took a shower, and then met the girls in the spa for our massages.

oh. so. lovely. i managed not to fall asleep (partly due to the overly chatty but sweet masseuse), and then took another, longer shower before going back up to get ready for some lunch and shopping. lunch was a fabulously ginormous burger at cheeseburger las vegas, which i love - there's a hilo hattie's and an abc store, too! it cracks me up to find little reminders of hawaii in the desert. then we hit up the victoria's secret sale, paid homage to the urban outfitters gods (who blessed me with 2 tops and a dress and a pair of shorts for the kid - all for $35), made a pitstop at sephora, and checked out the body shop (nut foaming bath, anyone?).

we managed to squeeze in a bit of pai gow before heading back upstairs to get ready for dinner. mind you, we'd just had our enormous lunch a few hours before, so we were a little worried about our ability to enjoy the tasty tidbits that awaited us at tao.

but just a LITTLE. we did just fine, believe me. after perusing the menu, we decided to order a bunch of things and share them. there were lobster dumplings, crunchy spicy tuna rolls, chilean sea bass skewers, king crab california rolls, sauteed shiitake mushrooms, peking duck spring rolls, and asparagus tempura. my stomach is grumbling at the memory! everything was so delicious. i wanted to pop my mochi cherry, so dessert came in the form of a mochi sampler, which i'm kicking myself for not capturing on film. six yummy mochi balls (blueberry, jackfruit [barf], tiramisu, chocolate mint, lychee [double barf], and strawberry) decorated with pocky. how fabulous is that? and let's just say that i'm dying to get to trader joe's to pick up a box of mochi. yup, i'm officially a fan.
just before dessert was served, we were approached by some blonde heffa wielding a handstamp, asking if we were interested in checking out tao's nightclub. K had previously raved about this place, calling it her favorite vegas club, but i honestly had no interest in doing any clubbing...till that moment. i mean, seriously - the thought of literally bellying my way through a crowded dance floor was less than appealing. but the curiosity overwhelmed me, and with a $10 cover charge, in we went.

fishnet clad go-go dancers. chicks wearing rose petal pasties and not much else writhing in a rose petal-filled bathtub. a giant birdcage just waiting for a dancer to enter. and, on the way out, an obviously topless heffa lounging on a bed, with another scantily clad broad sitting behind her, petting her. i am too damn old for this stuff, but i was weirdly entertained. fully and completely.

in any case, i didn't last long, and by midnight we were back upstairs, where K decided to forego the pai gow tables for some alcohol-induced shuteye. R and i threw on some jeans and flip flops, and managed to find two spots at the crowded tables. about halfway through, R decided to head off in search of snacks and managed to pick up a vitamin water and a bag of shrimp chips, which she happily munched from a distance in between hands (because the pit boss wouldn't let her eat at the table, like she said they do at hollywood park). and three hours later, we realized we'd have to get up to pack, have breakfast, and head back to the airport. i threw all my chips on the table for one final hand, and won...although i sure didn't break even. heh.

our final morning found us packing, expressing our amazement at the fact that we'd managed to avoid the heat by staying at our hotel the whole time (except for our dinner at tao), using our coupon for the breakfast buffet (nowhere near as yummy as dinner), dropping our last chips at the roulette and pai gow tables (i told you i was an addict), and checking out the PH souvenir shop, where i picked up a cute tank for the kid. and apparently as i was perusing their souvenir selection, i missed a much-anticipated call from the hub, who'd rented a satellite phone for his african adventure. i was sad, but realized he'd left a voice mail, which told me that he'd arrived safely.

crap, i'm tearing up. i can't talk about it any more. hormones? anxiety? relief? in any case, if i think about it further, i'm going to get hit with the most enormous wave of "i miss my husband SOOOO much". i KNOW it's only been three days. shut your piehole.

we got to the airport about an hour before our 1:55 flight, checked in (where i was inexplicably given a "b" boarding pass, while R and K got "c"s) and took our places in line.

1:15 - "folks, we apologize for the inconvenience, but we've had a gate change. please proceed to gate c-11 for boarding." grrrrrrrrrrrrr. we pick up our carry-ons and practically run to the other gate, where i somehow secure a spot FIRST in the "b" line. yay for me.

1:25 - board the plane. it's really warm in there, but whatever.

2:15 - taxi to a maintenance space to have the faulty air conditioning unit repaired.

2:45 - captain announces that the problem has been fixed and we're taking off in ten.

3:15 - still sitting in the hot ass plane. sweating. pissed off. and ready to chuck the ice water that the attendants so thoughtfully served at the captain's head. but then i realize that would be a waste of cold water, so i down it instead.

3:30 - "folks, the air conditioning unit is still broken (no duh, foo'). we're going to have you gather your personal belongings and come back to the terminal." um, by this time, if we'd have just TAKEN OFF AS SCHEDULED, a/c or none, we'd have landed in freakin' ontario by now. iiiiiiiiidiots.

3:32 - "ONT passengers, please take a seat while we determine whether the plane is fixable, or if we're able to find another one for you. sorry for the inconvenience."

4:00 - "good news! the air conditioning unit is fixed! but it's about 140 degrees aboard the aircraft, so we're going to cool it off for about five minutes. please get back in your a/b/c lines. we'll be checking IDs to be sure you're in the right line." FIVE MINUTES? that better be one hell of a turbo air conditioning unit. and i'm PISSED. i'm somewhere in the latter half of the "b" line.

4:30 - board the plane. i somehow manage to secure the very same row of seats we sat in originally. and my magazine is gone! WTF? although i'd managed to read the whole damn thing during that first two sweaty hours on this pig of a plane, so i got over it fast.

5:05 - as i do some skymall shopping, we finally take off. R, K, and i all fall asleep within moments.

6:00 - land in ontario. THREE AND A HALF HOURS LATER. don't think i'm not writing a nastygram to southwest, as is R. we may end up with a free drink voucher, but i'll feel better as i write it.

believe it or not, R and i capped off our day with a dodger game, while K headed off to a co-worker's farewell party at hooters. bwahahahaha! hey, when we planned it, we expected to get home with plenty of time to freshen up, squeeze in a nap, and unwind. but nooooo. we barely had time to pee, meet up with the rest of the group, wrestle with the 3rd row seating in the tahoe, and go. we actually made it to the stadium somewhere during the 2nd inning.

our all-you-can-eat pavilion made for a lovely ballpark dinner: two dodger dogs, some nachos, a bag of peanuts, popcorn, and soda. cotton candy for me (yes, again) and a snow cone for the kid was extra. between the food, the wave, the beach balls, and booing the padres fans who dared to sit in our section, we damn near forgot there was a baseball game in front of us. we lost, by the way. apropos.

lastly, here's this week's belly pic. i took it after a nap, so here i am in all my tired, makeup-less, bloated, 26-weeks-along glory. so cute. on opposite day. hope it doesn't give you nightmares.

this concludes the recap portion for today. did you earn your cookie?

viva las vegas

tomorrow at this time, i'll be zooming up the freeway, on my way to pick up my cousin and another girlfriend. i'll have just dropped off the hub at one airport and hoping to get to another airport, most likely sobbing and drooling - in all the years we've known each other, even before we were "us", we've never been separated for this long before. *choke* i'm going to be a mess.

hence this girls-only trip to vegas! we actually booked it a few months ago through vegas.com and got a fabulous deal. going mid-week helps a lot, too. anyway, i thought it would be a great idea to have some bonding time and take my mind off of things at the same time. we'll be staying at the aladdin-now-planet-hollywood hotel, and my checkbook is already cringing at the idea of having all those fun shops right under my very nose. not to mention, we're going to hit the hotel spa, and i can't wait to settle in for some fabulous pampering.

i know y'all are gonna miss me. i won't be able to post for a few days! i'll miss you too. as i sip on some lovely non-alcoholic beverages, alternating between 3-card poker and black jack. or, perhaps while i stroll through uber-swanky shops whose wares i can't possibly consider scooping up. maybe as i heft my belly into the pillow with a hole in it for my massage?

in any case, don't you worry. i'll be back.

ladies who lunch

that would be me, WeezerMonkey, Nanette, and Connie! wikipedia definies ladies who lunch as a "phrase to describe well-off women who meet for lunch socially, normally during the working week. Typically, the women involved are married and non-working. Normally the lunch is in a restaurant, perhaps in a department store during shopping. Sometimes there is the pretext of raising money for charity."

so i guess we're sorta ladies who lunch. actually, in our case, we're ladies who order afternoon tea and MAKE lunch out of it.

the only "charity" that saw any money from us was jin patisserie in venice. it was a gorgeous day, and aside from some parking issues (which i managed to avoid by sweet-talking the hub into driving for me), we had a wonderful time, just chattering away and snacking on some very tasty treats. WeezerMonkey wrote up a great recap here.

as a bonus, nanette treated us to some adorable sugar cookies that she picked up at victor bene's bakery:

kitty was very yummy. i'm actually picturing WeezerMonkey biting into hers with gusto, seeing as she's a major cat hater. haha! cat hater, but a hello kitty lover. and she makes fun of my "no chunky fruit, just fruit flavored stuff" hangup.

when we were done, the ladies headed off to the pinkberry they'd discovered while hunting for parking, and the hub and i took off in search of baby gear. since he'd killed the time it took for me to snarf down afternoon tea at a local cigar shop, he was hungry.

and, as much as i hate to admit it, so was i. jin's "high tea" platter was cute, but "cute" doesn't work so well when it comes to food. especially when you're using the "eating for two" excuse.

so, due to some rave reviews from a handful of trusted friends, we ended up here:

and it was quite delish! i had a half order of pecan pancakes and bacon, while the hub tried to stay healthy with a chicken salad. bread and porridge is a little far for us, but should we find ourselves on the westside with a hankering for breakfast again, we'll know where to go.

the rest of the day was spent driving all over the place looking for a store to find strollers that we could "test-drive". we stopped at several baby stores, only to find that they specialized in overpriced miniature designer clothing and other ridiculously unnecessary baby accoutrements with ginormous price tags. oh, well. we've got time. at least that's what i keep telling myself.

t-minus 3 days.

the hub is taking off this week for his trip to africa. it's been in the works for months - even before we knew the bean was coming. i know it's going to be an awesome, life-changing trip for him, but selfishly, i can't wait for it to be over and for him to come home.


because he's a damn workaholic, i was totally predicting that he'd work all the way through until maybe the afternoon before he actually leaves. but he really surprised me when he told me on friday that he was done working till his return! this made me quite happy, because that meant i'd get to spend a couple of unexpected days with him...and at the same time, i realized that my plans would have to change a little.


i'd been planning on writing him a little note to open for every day he'd be gone, and i was going to get it all done over the next two days. well, obviously that wasn't going to work! i found a pocket of time this morning to get it done. i'll just have to pray for forgiveness for not paying a lick of attention during this morning's sermon - i spent most of it thinking of all the different things i'd write about in no less than SIXTEEN notes. heh.




and since i like to make things extra challenging, i thought i'd print up a little wallet-sized picture to put in each day's envelope. i managed to finish the notes and pictures and [looking out the window] he's not home yet! woo-hoo! of course, because i am a royal goober, i used four different colors of envelopes, wrote the notes on white cardstock, and used my favorite ultra-fine point sharpies in coordinating colors. and, inspired by nanette's haikus, i decided to write a few of my own. i can't wait till he starts reading these - he's going to laugh his ass off at my uber dorkiness. i just know it. here's an example:


You’re in Zimbabwe
That is some crazy ass shit!
No diarrhea!


yup. i'm officially lame.

just a quickie today

because you like those, don'tcha? and baby haters, i'll try not to be sad if you skip today's offering. but i promise, it'll be short and sweet.


i'm happy to report that after a week's use of the fabulous snoogle, my back no longer hurts! i still can't believe a lame ass body pillow really helped this much and lived up to the hype (at least, it was pretty hyped up on the BOTB board). and, WeezerMonkey, i know it's hard to lay cash out for something called a "snoogle", but a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do, ya know?

as much as i can't stand her, i was glued to the tv this morning to watch jillian reynolds on her last day at "good day l.a." before a 3-month maternity leave. and they said goodbye with the most fabulous pink and brown cake done by cake divas - it was surrounded with the most yummy-looking cupcakes. i'm really feeling the need for some baked goods now.


lastly, here's this week's belly pic. i don't do the traditional belly pics - mainly because nobody really needs to see my bare belly. really. trust me on this. the kid'll agree - she's banned me from maternity bikinis that show an inch of skin.


25 weeks down, 15 to go!

the morning after

the sleepover is OVER! there's still a handful of girls hanging out in the kid's room, chatting and watching the SPICE GIRLS movie. i cracked up when i walked in and saw that. i love when they still show evidence that they really are still 12:

"mrs. wan, i'm posh spice."
"ooh! and i called sporty spice."
"mom, i'm baby spice."
"no, i said i was baby spice!"
"it's my house. i get to be baby spice."

and so on. it was comedy. and this was all while munching on cold pizza and leftover hot wings from pizza hut. the hub and i were a little alarmed when they'd only had half of a large pizza for dinner, but they pretty much hoovered up all the leftovers for breakfast, in addition to a tray of cinnamon rolls.

all in all, we had a total of seven girls over for the night. i'd set a limit of five, but how the hell was i supposed to say "no" when the kid asked me with *those* eyes?? besides, the tent was big enough to sleep like ten adults. we probably could've crammed in about six more kids in there if we wanted to. the hub lit tiki torches and citronella candles and they all piled in the tent and giggled for hours. we had the firepit all stocked up with firewood and all the makings for s'mores, but it got too late and there it all sits on the counter. oh, well. the extra sugar would've kept 'em up even later, i'm thinking.

i slept on the couch in the living room, in full view of the tent, just in case. shockingly, i managed to get all my forty winks, even with the giggling and squealing. i bet the neighborhood loved us last night.

and of course, the torches and candles were extinguished before we went to bed. i can totally imagine the scene, somewhere around 3:30am:

[loud pre-teen screaming]

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! THE TENT'S ON FIRE!!!"

and then we'd have fire trucks blaring through the night, nosy ass neighbors coming out to watch the scene, and the kid would never be able to have a sleepover again because parents wouldn't trust us anymore. we'd be outcasts, and have to move to idaho or something.

ooh, she'd kill me if she knew i posted this, but this is her with her "date" to yesterday's dance:

and here's a quick close-up of the kid's hair from yesterday's promotion. not bad, eh?

goodbye, elementary school!

as mentioned in yesterday's post, the kid and her 6th grade class said a fond farewell to elementary school today. the agenda for the big day included getting ready, getting to school, last-minute prep for the ceremony, a dance in the cafeteria, and then capping it all off with a pool party co-hosted with her BFF and ending with a campout sleepover in our back yard. whew! i'm tired just thinking about it. then again, everything tires me out these days.

pedicures were accomplished yesterday, along with a trip to the salon for the kid to get her hair trimmed. and happily, the stylist was able to show us exactly how to do the much-desired hairstyle. along with my cousin, who's home from NYC for a visit, we BBQ'd some carne asada and sat around talking until it was time for the kid to get some shut-eye...and then we sat up and talked some more. and some more. and then a bit more - until we realized it was 2am!

we managed to get her ready (and she looked ab-fab, let me say), dropped off at school, and then got US ready in time to make a quick trip to the local florist before going back to school and staking our claim on a great spot in the 3rd row. our little cheering section grew to a whopping eleven family members - i was quite proud of the turnout, especially for a wednesday at 9 in the morning! the end-of-year awards ceremony was part of the program, during which the kid was presented with two special awards - perfect attendance for the 3rd trimester (a-what?? really?) and the silver presidential award. that's right, folks....she's the proud recipient of a certificate signed by george bush.

[holding up "applause" sign]

::crickets::

okay, so anyway.....

each student was then given the chance to say a few words. it was awesome - one kid started his speech and promptly fumbled in his pocket for his cheat sheet, one who decided to give a quick commentary on each of his teachers through the years ("thanks to mr. 4th grade. he was really clean."), and lots of sweet sentiments towards parents, friends, and teachers. then they were handed their promotion certificates and it was all done! a clip of the kid and then her BFF, who's almost like a second (i guess now, third?) daughter to me is coming soon - youtube is pissing me off at the moment. grrrrrrrrrr.

at last, here it is:


well, okay. i'm totally proud of it, so i'll throw it in for a little glory. the 6th grade teachers handed out some appreciation awards to a handful of parents for contributions made throughout the year, and guess who received the very last one? oh yeah:

congrats to my fabulous kid and the class of 2007!

oh boy, a painted lady!

so the kid's 6th grade graduation/promotion/whatever you want to call it ceremony is tomorrow. now, she's been talking about dresses, hair, makeup, shoes, the whole nine for months for this thing. i guess i shouldn't be too surprised, considering she's always planned out her halloween costumes damn near a year in advance. heh.

we managed to scoop up a really pretty anna sui dress from anthropologie about a month ago. the bargain shopper in me found it in the clearance section, marked down to $69 from $200+! it's black silk with a red floral pattern - empire waisted, with a red ribbon belt and falls just below the knee. too cute. and yesterday at the mall, she decided she wanted to spend some of her highly coveted birthday money on a pair of RED PATENT LEATHER PEEPTOES at aldo. [thud] they've got a 2-inch heel and i have to admit, they look adorable with her dress, but....man.


she's decided she wants to do a gwen stefani/rockabilly/glam 40's-style half updo. and, of course, the oh-so-predictable "moooooom, can i wear some makeup pleeeeeeeaaaaaase?" was asked ages ago. i didn't touch makeup until i was in the 8th grade. you're, what, 13 or 14 then? so as usual, she's way ahead of me.


i had to draw the line when we stopped at the MAC counter and she was eyeing colors like "lasting lust". "lip gloss, not lipstick", i tell her. after arguing the subtle differences, she got frustrated and decided to look at accessories instead. oy vey.

black eyeliner, red lips, and red patent leather peeptoes. i need some excedrin. make that EXTRA STRENGTH excedrin. and a shot of whiskey to chase it down.

i'll take three red velvet, two peanut butter chocolate, and a strawberry, thanks.

after a ridiculously long [albeit self-imposed] break from the tasty treats from sprinkles, i found myself standing in a very long line at the corona del mar location on saturday afternoon. we'd decided to try and get away from the heat by heading out to the o.c., and stopped at the tommy bahama cafe for a light lunch. because i was in a fog from the nap i'd taken in the car, it didn't occur to me how close we were to cupcakey goodness until we were about halfway through lunch!

mmmmmmm. oh red velvet, how i've missed you (and didn't even know it). although i have to admit that i think i actually prefer dot's cupcakes over sprinkles now. [clamping hand over mouth] i can't believe i just said that.

we ended up driving through some cool residential areas of laguna beach, oohing and aahing over some of the homes there, and got out to stroll along the beach and get our feet wet. by the time we got back in the car to do some shopping at fashion island, it was exactly 7:00...when the shops were closing for the day. why retailers do this when there are still tons of customers with itchy checkbooks milling around, i'll never understand. the kid and i got to the juicy couture store just as they were letting out the last customer. booooooo.

for dinner, after debating the merits of bluewater grill and the cannery, we ended up at the latter and enjoyed a nice dinner at the sushi bar.

and now, i'm off to make some cards for the kid's teacher and the school secretary for end-of-year gifts. we batted around ideas such as bath & body works and nordstrom and starbucks gift cards, but ended up with a spawish gift card instead. after working with 30 twelve-year-olds for the last nine months, i'd say her teacher deserves a nice spa treatment, wouldn't you?

snoogle, studying, and sleeping (or not)

ugh. i'm up early today to wait for the orkin man to come and check the house for termites. well, i guess i should say "to confirm the termites", because we've already seen evidence of the critters in the kid's room. she came to me one day and wanted to know why there was sawdust on her floor. well, huh. me too. bleh.

and then when the cleaning lady was here this week, she tells me "um, miss? you have some-a little animals in your house." i raised an eyebrow and said "yeah.....uh.....we have a DOG." she put her hands on her hips and said "noooo. you have....uh....termitas? in your daughter's room."

and this was before she asked me on her way out "where do you work, miss?" i laughed and said "well, i work HERE. this extra room with the desk is my office." then it was her turn to raise an eyebrow and say "yeah....okay."

THE CLEANING LADY TOTALLY PASSED JUDGMENT ON MY HOME-BASED BUSINESS. poo on her. so what if she does all the cleaning while i sit back, 'putering with the tv on? you don't know my life, lady!

speaking of which, nanette posted photos of her office space yesterday and asked us to share pictures of ours. so, because i'm good at following directions, i snapped a few of my very messy office. i guess i should have cleaned up a bit first, but i'm tryin' to keep it real, yo.

yesterday, the kid and i took off to babies r'us to do the baby registry. i was

actually pretty shocked that she was willing to go, but i HAD promised her that she'd control the scan gun. was that a bribe? nah. ;) we had a great time scanning all sorts of stuff, and she totally made fun of me when i got all excited over finding a snoogle. hey, my back's been hurting and i've read a lot of great things about this stupid $50 body pillow. and you know i'm a sucker, so you also know that the story has a happy ending.

my real estate license expired in july of 2005. i've been extremely lazy about renewing it, because it requires me to complete 45 clock hours of continuing education. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. but the 2-year grace period for renewal is rapidly approaching, so i realized i'd better get on it. and now as i wait for mr. orkin to finish his inspection, i'm doing the couses online (um, and blogging). hopefully he won't have to come and shake me when he's done, as i'm slumped over the keyboard fast asleep. holy mother of crap, this is boring.

oh, and the snoogle? apparently, i'm not the only fan. i found the hub all nice and cuddled up in it when i went to put on some flip-flops. now THAT is a happy ending.

today IS another day.

i know i was a total debby downer yesterday, which is rather unlike me as i usually try to maintain a ridiculously optimistic attitude. luckily, i have a really fabulous husband who dropped everything to come home and spend the afternoon with me. and together, we ended terrible thursday on a much happier note.


considering the major 'zilla he'd been while we were wedding planning, i had a pretty good feeling that he'd want to be a part of registering for nursery/baby items. and, not surprisingly, just like when we started talking about registering for the wedding, he balked big time. as fun as presents are, it just seems....weird to pick stuff out, knowing folks could be buying it for us. you know?

"we don't need to do that, we'll just buy everything we need."
"i know that, but there's a shower being planned and i'm being asked to register. it makes things easier for everyone else."
"bleh. isn't there a williams-sonoma or a sur la table for babies??"

so, knowing that what cures all my ills is shopping...off we were to pottery barn kids. we got to check out all sorts of fun stuff, from bibs to cribs. AAAAND, he must've really been feeling sorry for me, because i got to hold the scanning gun and pick out everything in pink. quelle surprise! and, voila - our first baby registry est fini.

too. much. fun. all i have to do now is hit up babies r'us and we'll be all set. yay for registering!

and now father's day is quickly approaching. although the kid and i have given him father's day cards in the past, it's just different this year. i wasn't really sure what to do or what to buy, but i settled on putting together a few little things. here's what i ended up with:


the mini frame holds a copy of the clearest ultrasound photo we've got thus far, and it's for his desk at work. i hope he likes it.

have a wonderful weekend, and happy daddy's day!