My shopping trip adventure.

I caused a car accident yesterday! Eric was working on homework and I needed to pick up lettuce for the PF Changs lettuce wraps I was making (amazing!!!) so I decided to walk Scotty to the store to take up more time.

On our way home I was crossing a busy street where there is a crosswalk but no stoplight. I waited on the corner for a few, planning to cross when the light turned red. Then I saw a cop driving up. He slowed down a long ways before me, but I waited until he was at a complete stop to step into the road because drivers around here don't seem to pay too much attention and I didn't want to get hit--especially with Scotty in a stroller. In the next lane over there were three cars. I wouldn't have crossed then because of the traffic, but when a car stops for you, you feel obligated to cross!

Still, I waited a few more seconds because I knew EXACTLY what was going to happen. The first car was debating about stopping or going through--do you pass the cop and get a ticket for not yielding to a pedestrian in a crosswalk? Or do you stop, knowing the car behind you isn't paying attention? She stopped. Then got rammed by the car behind her. And almost got hit again by the car behind that.

I finished crossing the street. When I got to the other side, I turned around to see if I needed to stay--I had been a witness after all! The cop had already backed his car into the other lane, flicked his lights on, and wandered happily up to talk to the drivers.

Makes me wonder if he did it on purpose...and I almost hope he did, because I'm always nervous as a pedestrian about getting hit by cars that aren't paying attention!

It was the most interesting shopping trip I've ever had.

THE day.

I knew this day would come. From the moment we decided it was time to become parents, I knew this day would come: the day my child would throw up all over me.

I rarely get sick, and I have NEVER seen Eric throw up, not in the 6.5 years I've known him. In the back of my mind, I wondered--would I have the supermom ability to care for a sick child? Would I be too disgusted to ever want to hold him again? Would cleaning it up make *me* sick?

Now I know. I care too much about Scotty to think about it. I just want to make him feel better, even if it gets all over me.

I guess I really am a supermom after all.


P.S. Janae--at least I wasn't at WalMart! We just jumped right in the shower and didn't have to bask in the glory for a walk home.

One Day

One of my facebook friends posed an interesting question (in honor of Groundhog Day this week!): If you could pick one day of your life to live over and over, which would it be?

My first thought would be the day we had Scotty. The feeling of holding my own beautiful and perfect child in my arms...I had waited so long for that day and I remember feeling so content with life and my perfect family. I just wanted to treasure that moment, put it into a bottle on the shelf and keep it forever.--of course, repeating that day would mean LABOR every day...and I don't remember the second half of the day because I was unconscious, so let's pick a different day!

For our first anniversary, Eric and I roadtripped to California for a week and camped on the beach and went to Disneyland and went snorkeling...except for the sunburn that was a wonderful vacation! Of course, it was pre-Scotty, so now it wouldn't feel as complete. Maybe our cruise to the Bahamas? That was great, but again, Scotty-free.

I think it's impossible to have one perfect day. The best we can hope for is a good moment, every day!

What would your one day be?

Rachmaninov

For any of you who play piano, you know that the shape and size of a composer's hands affect the music they composed. I LOVE Chopin, and his music feels natural to me. I honestly believe we must have had similarly designed hands. Debussy or Rachmaninov, on the other hand....must have had much larger hands or super-flexible fingers.

I should have tried this technique when I played this song!

Flamenco Scotty

Scotty's new favorite activity is "Story time". Our library does an amazing little story time with songs, stories, and a puppet show, and he can't get enough of it. When we don't make it there in the mornings, we do out own story time at home and he's getting pretty good at a few of the songs. Sometimes he does the action and sometimes he just dances. His favorites are "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes" and "If You're Happy and You Know it"

What a fun little guy! He makes me laugh every day. How can you not love this little guy?
P.S. He weighs 22.5 pounds and is 30 5/8 inches tall. He has all 8 front teeth and all 4 of his one year molars. He's currently working on a few more bottom teeth...but the end is in sight!