the cat’s meow

Friday, February 27th, 2009

Peanut has gotten much more interactive in the last few weeks. She’s still trying to figure out how all the parts work and how to move this finger or that finger but she’s much more alert and active. She responds to you when you look at her and tries to talk back to you. Here’s a few photos taken just after waking up. She’s always in a good mood when she wakes up and when she opens her big eyes and sees you starring at her, she gets all smiley.

Monkey

Monkey

Here’s Monkey, talking to herself.
Monkey

Monkey

Here’s me trying to get her attention. She’s totally distracted by the lights.
Monkey

monkey lovin’

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009

Becky’s been kind of cooped up in the house so I  demanded! generously offered to babysit. I will take any opportunity to get that child to myself.

The really think I’ve developed an addiction to her. I have to keep reminding myself that everyone else isn’t taking the same crazy pills as me and that they aren’t utterly convinced that she is the most perfect baby in the world. (It’s totally true and I’ll defend it to the end!) They don’t want to hear about how she learned how to suck on her fingers and not her whole hand now, isn’t she aMAZING?!!!!

BUT I DON’T CARE. My baby is perfect. I’m going to talk about her. And I’m going to post about her. So. Expect hordes and hordes of baby photos very soon.

Friday, February 20th, 2009

I joined the gym about a week ago. There’s a tiny little gym about a block from my house that costs way too much. In order to justify the ridiculous cost of a NYC gym, I swore I would go. For whatever reason, I’ve been going with a dedication matched only by the religious fervor of my youth. I’ve been 9 out of the last 10 days and instead of dreading it like normal, i’m loving it. My blood sugar is more stable than it has been in months. I have more energy. I’m on a more normal sleep schedule. And I feel hot. Really hot. I’m hoping this isn’t just the honeymoon stage and that I can keep it going.

Sometimes when I’m on the treadmill or the elliptical machine, I pretend that that smiley trainer guy from The Biggest Loser is cheering me on. (I only watch that show because Becky makes me, I SWEAR.) I hear him in my head, hollaring at me. “30 more SECONDS, KL! FINISH STRONG!” And of course, I’m totally the biggest loser and all the other overweight contestants are in awe of my focus and passion.

Hunter Mountain

Friday, February 20th, 2009

Some friends and I took a day trip up to Hunter Mountain for a day of snowboarding fun. While it is no Breck (NEXT WEEK!!!), it was amazing to get on my snowboard again.

the three of us on the chairlift….
Hunter Mountain Chairlift

an all too typical photo of me. Why do I always wave at the camera?
Hunter Mountain Chairlift

Siris had a little “incident” in the park. He comes snowboarding up to me at the end of the trail, and asks me, “am I bleeding? am i? i think I hit my face.”

You think?
Hunter Mountain Chairlift

Mike and I, being steezy fresh
Hunter Mountain Chairlift