So anyway. She crashed on the way home, but I did my special chapped lip remedy when we got home and she was awake and hopefully they won't be flaky and angry lookin anymore.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Early Play Date and Chapped Lips
Cheese!!
Uh literally! We read the story in the New Yorker (someone got me a subscription recently) about allergies, and decided to try small bits of dairy to see if Lucia had a reaction. We tried some butter one night on vegetables. Then butter on bread last night. Then actual, real live cheese today. Here she is eating parmesan. With no reaction. Any of the times. Terribly terribly exciting!!!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Humor Me
Oh Em Gee here she goes again about Lucia's hair.
Yep.
Here I go again. Humor me here. Giggle with me as we discuss the more mundane aspects of life.
Tangles, I got you beat. I've mentioned it before, but her hair was a tangly tangly mess of ratnest/cotton candy. I tried a 2 in 1 thing. Then a separate shampoo + conditioner + detangler. NADA. No change. Still tangles. Still the cries of OW MOMMY. I was starting to really sympathize with my mom, who basically said eff it and cut my hair off when I was 3. For which I may or may not have trouble letting go of.
Ahem. So anyway. I started using the fancy hair product on her -- no shampoo, nothing else, just this, and VOILA. Tangle free bouncy curl hair. Feeling jubiliant, and ok, a little cocky, I decided to comb it out last night, while it was dry. It looked really, really pretty when I was done. This morning it looked kind of unfortunate: straight in the front and curly in the back, so I propped up the front with a ponytail and she looked immediately like her name was Sabrina. Cute!
When she came in the door from daycare tonight, it was all kinds of Barry Gibb. I mean.
Look.
This is a cute kid (at least we think so), and look at this unfortunate, unfortunate hair. Somewhat curly. Somewhat stick straight. Overwhelmingly poofy. Note: yes that is Trader Joe's grapeseed oil in the shower. Highly recommend as a shaving cream and eye makeup remover.
Good news though! She's been washed and glammed up and is back to bouncy curls. I suppose I should have a picture, but I didn't want to appear a little nuts about my kid's hair. Perhaps I'm a bit too late on that?
Yep.
Here I go again. Humor me here. Giggle with me as we discuss the more mundane aspects of life.
Tangles, I got you beat. I've mentioned it before, but her hair was a tangly tangly mess of ratnest/cotton candy. I tried a 2 in 1 thing. Then a separate shampoo + conditioner + detangler. NADA. No change. Still tangles. Still the cries of OW MOMMY. I was starting to really sympathize with my mom, who basically said eff it and cut my hair off when I was 3. For which I may or may not have trouble letting go of.
Ahem. So anyway. I started using the fancy hair product on her -- no shampoo, nothing else, just this, and VOILA. Tangle free bouncy curl hair. Feeling jubiliant, and ok, a little cocky, I decided to comb it out last night, while it was dry. It looked really, really pretty when I was done. This morning it looked kind of unfortunate: straight in the front and curly in the back, so I propped up the front with a ponytail and she looked immediately like her name was Sabrina. Cute!
When she came in the door from daycare tonight, it was all kinds of Barry Gibb. I mean.
Look.
This is a cute kid (at least we think so), and look at this unfortunate, unfortunate hair. Somewhat curly. Somewhat stick straight. Overwhelmingly poofy. Note: yes that is Trader Joe's grapeseed oil in the shower. Highly recommend as a shaving cream and eye makeup remover.
Good news though! She's been washed and glammed up and is back to bouncy curls. I suppose I should have a picture, but I didn't want to appear a little nuts about my kid's hair. Perhaps I'm a bit too late on that?
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Hatty
Monday, February 7, 2011
Hitting the bars
We went out for dinner with our friend Jonathan Friday night. Lucia was pretty well behaved, but even more so when we let her watch sesame street on my phone. Here she is pre-crankster.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
New stroller
The new big girl stroller is much easier to collapse, wheel around than the old stroller and is generally much liked around the house.
On This Day
Five years ago today Pete and I met. Here is the story.
I reluctantly accepted my friends Chris and Yaro's invitation to a superbowl party. I had just come back from a weeklong business trip that was incredibly stressful, to the point where I subsisted on only Luna Bars, which left my face covered in zit-hives. It was attractive. I put on my favorite jeans, my Whatchoo Talkin Bout Arnold Drummond shirt, and a black cashmere cardigan. I had sworn off dating so I didn't care what I looked like. It was a chili cookoff, so I brought spicy blue corn muffins.
I talked to the people I knew (not many, I had only been living in San Francisco for 5 months) and spotted a group of guys over in one corner. I looked at their clothes and rolled my eyes and thought, Europeans. They were dressed nicer than American guys; hipper. More daring.
Later I went into the kitchen and the dude in the velvet blazer asked me if I could open his beer. Which I did. He said he was from Norway. I impressed him with my geography "savvy" -- I knew it was near Finland. We chit chatted about the promise of nuclear energy (!) and I offered one of my muffins. That's not a euphemism for something else -- I mean the blue corn muffins. He thought they were blueberry muffins, and I'll never forget the look on his face when he bit into it. Priceless.
I went on my way and back over to the fireplace area and was holding someone's baby (I literally cannot remember whose) when he came over again, and kept talking to me. I remember thinking, this guy is not intimidated by a 30-something woman holding a baby, hmmm. We kept talking. He loudly announced to his friends that he didn't need a ride home, then immediately asked me if I could give him a ride home. Hilarious. We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge on the way home and fumbled for the toll; I took him to his car and he asked for my number. I gave it to him. He immediately called me to make sure it was the right number, which I thought was slick. He hugged me goodbye. I remember thinking what a sweet but slightly odd foreign guy. We dated and broke up, then got back together and knew this was it. It was like we were floating on a giant cloud. Blissful. Here were are in July 2006:
Four years ago today, on the beach below that same Golden Gate Bridge, we said I do. It was miserably foggy and cold, despite being perfectly clear and sunny just a few hours before. Pete had been horribly sick in the hospital days before, so he was on quite a few painkillers, but we still made it and I think he remembers the vows. I wore a $24 dress from Loehmann's, with my great grandmother's brooch on the side.
We celebrated with champagne at the Mark Hopkins Top of the Mark, which has incredible views of the city.
We had dinner afterwards at Gary Danko, which was delightful. I flew to Knoxville the next day for a business trip.
Happy Anniversary Mr. Hansen. My love for you grows richer and deeper each year. I love this ride we're taking and look forward to navigating the bends of the roads to come.
I reluctantly accepted my friends Chris and Yaro's invitation to a superbowl party. I had just come back from a weeklong business trip that was incredibly stressful, to the point where I subsisted on only Luna Bars, which left my face covered in zit-hives. It was attractive. I put on my favorite jeans, my Whatchoo Talkin Bout Arnold Drummond shirt, and a black cashmere cardigan. I had sworn off dating so I didn't care what I looked like. It was a chili cookoff, so I brought spicy blue corn muffins.
I talked to the people I knew (not many, I had only been living in San Francisco for 5 months) and spotted a group of guys over in one corner. I looked at their clothes and rolled my eyes and thought, Europeans. They were dressed nicer than American guys; hipper. More daring.
Later I went into the kitchen and the dude in the velvet blazer asked me if I could open his beer. Which I did. He said he was from Norway. I impressed him with my geography "savvy" -- I knew it was near Finland. We chit chatted about the promise of nuclear energy (!) and I offered one of my muffins. That's not a euphemism for something else -- I mean the blue corn muffins. He thought they were blueberry muffins, and I'll never forget the look on his face when he bit into it. Priceless.
I went on my way and back over to the fireplace area and was holding someone's baby (I literally cannot remember whose) when he came over again, and kept talking to me. I remember thinking, this guy is not intimidated by a 30-something woman holding a baby, hmmm. We kept talking. He loudly announced to his friends that he didn't need a ride home, then immediately asked me if I could give him a ride home. Hilarious. We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge on the way home and fumbled for the toll; I took him to his car and he asked for my number. I gave it to him. He immediately called me to make sure it was the right number, which I thought was slick. He hugged me goodbye. I remember thinking what a sweet but slightly odd foreign guy. We dated and broke up, then got back together and knew this was it. It was like we were floating on a giant cloud. Blissful. Here were are in July 2006:
Four years ago today, on the beach below that same Golden Gate Bridge, we said I do. It was miserably foggy and cold, despite being perfectly clear and sunny just a few hours before. Pete had been horribly sick in the hospital days before, so he was on quite a few painkillers, but we still made it and I think he remembers the vows. I wore a $24 dress from Loehmann's, with my great grandmother's brooch on the side.
We celebrated with champagne at the Mark Hopkins Top of the Mark, which has incredible views of the city.
We had dinner afterwards at Gary Danko, which was delightful. I flew to Knoxville the next day for a business trip.
Happy Anniversary Mr. Hansen. My love for you grows richer and deeper each year. I love this ride we're taking and look forward to navigating the bends of the roads to come.
Anniversary
We thought for a while that the video Mary and David made from February 2007 was lost but I found it. And here it is:
Friday, February 4, 2011
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