Sunday, April 25, 2010

A list of good things

The past few weeks have been pretty crappy. And when I say crappy, realize that I'm sugar-coating it with whipped cream and a cherry on top.

But this weekend some good things happened and so I will document them in list form:

* The girls and I went to Cups, a cupcake place in La Jolla and we loved it because it was pink and they were playing Modest Mouse.

* Then we walked around downtown La Jolla and when we were in front of the Armani Exchange store, Ella insisted we go in to see "the pretty dresses."

* We got hamburgers at Smashburger and had more fun smashing our burgers than actually eating them.

* Finally, I convinced the girls that dresses at American Apparel were much better than the ones at Armani Exchange and so they picked purple ballerina ones.

* The family created letter day. Saturday was brought to you by the letter, "M" (of course).

* Stop 1: The Mission for breakfast
* Stop 2: Children's Museum where we made masks!
* Stop 3: Mamma Mia's pizza for dinner; Mariposa ice cream for dessert
* Stop 4: Music at the Adams Avenue Roots Fest (where we saw John Doe and Marina and Ella threw the skirts of their ballerina dresses over their faces, exposing their underwear (or training pants) for all to see, and then went on to shake their "bums").
* Stop 6: Med, goodnight.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

In defense of diapers

Ella has decided to potty train herself.

This is not something I want. Changing diapers is so much easier than living under constant fear of urine. And, also, you look like a total jackass saying, "do you have to go potty" every five minutes.

But Ella, who by the way is the most stubborn person in the world and I should have realized this when she decided to be born two weeks late, is totally over diapers. But she's also not into potties. So for the last week, the kid's been going through, I kid you not, eight pairs of "underpants" a day.

At night, it's the worst. THE WORST.
We fight about diapers versus non-diapers and I leave the room shaking, defeated and in tears. Every night!

And then deep down I think, holy crap, if she's this much of a brat now, I am so not ready for the night I tell her she isn't allowed to go see UB40 at the Sports Arena even though she already bought tickets and her friends are waiting outside in the white convertible Cabriolet. Oh, wait, what?

Friday, April 16, 2010

A favor

Someone, please, tell Ella to chill out.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

JELLY EYES!!!

Wish me luck

Today we take the girls to their *first* !ever! *dentist* !appointment!

Do you think all the fancy punctuation will lead to a fun, fantastical time?

Monday, April 5, 2010

300th Post! Mega Earthquake Edition!

Apparently I have turned into my mother.

Back in my innocent days, when I thought earthquakes were the most fun thing, ever, (they did seem to always fall around my birthday) my mom used to freak the eff out.

She'd scream "EARTHQUAKE!!!" and then run outside. Sometimes she'd say something super nutty like, "EVERYONE RUN INTO THE CANYON!! NOW!!!"

Everyone would laugh later, and be like, oh that Susy, she's always freaking out about earthquakes.

Well guess what.

Yesterday we had one of the biggest earthquakes I've ever felt (7.2, centered in inland Baja). And, granted, I had a pretty high fever (102) and some sort of stomach flu. But when I felt everything move, I sort of screamed and I ran out the front door. I ran out the front door! Alone! I left Matt and the girls sitting at the table!

I quickly realized what the hell I was doing and went back inside to collect a child, though I don't even remember who I was holding. And all this time, from when I felt the first shake to when I ran outside to when I went back in to when I went back out, the ground was still shaking! All that time! ALL OF IT.

Is that grounds for worst mother of the year? I'm sure if I was celebrating Easter I would have been banished into a puff of smoke or something.

So, to Marina and Ella and Matt: I'M SO SORRY. IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.

The best part is, my mom didn't even feel that one. So I'm totally the crazy earthquake lady now.