Mamma Won't Pay $25 for a Onesie

I always tell Cooper, "Mom and Dad may be cash poor, but we're rich in love." Then he makes this face.



I saw these adorably hip onesies in Old Navy selling for $25 a pop. Jakob is the working guy right now and I wasn't about to plunk down the hard earned cheddar for more Cooper fashions. So...I made my own.



I knitted & stitched this weirdo onesie.



It features a friendly one-eyed alien from the planet 'SpittySphere.' It's a place where infant spit-up is a valued commodity. Therefore, he loves hanging out on Cooper's chest.



Honestly, this kid could make a paper bag look super cute.

Thanksgiving

Behold! A bearded turkey!



I made this out of construction paper. This is a 'Jakob' Turkey. Known for its unusual sense of humor, bugged out eyes and bushy beard, the Jakob Turkey is a crafty creature. I made turkeys representing each of my friends who came over to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner.



It was a whirlwind of a day. Awol was over at 6:15am to begin the bird. Did I mention that he broke his right arm and bone-bruised his left? Originally, his paper turkey was going to have two broken wings, but I decided to accentuate the positive by merely giving his turkey a swoopy pompadour. Since his arms were still on the gimpy side, I had to force him to let me do tasks like potato chopping. Note to the kiddies out there: if you lack arm control, FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, don't attempt to use a cleaver.



It was a strange day. Lovely, yes, but strange. We were sort of the Turkey Day 'pit stop'. Most folks came right around dinnertime and then had other feasts to attend. It was nice to see my old friend Ryan Gantz again. (And by old friend, I mean he is an old bastard, not that we're friends from long ago. I'm just kidding. He's an excellent good friend.)



Cooper tried turkey for the first time and he HATED it. He's loved every food he's tried thus far. Peas, carrots, prune and squash have all been grand successes.



He took a spoonful of mashed up Beachnut Stage 1 Turkey and he made a face like he was being tortured. He then used his tongue to push any and all turkey bits out of his mouth.



We tried a second turkey spoonful, and this time he cried AND shook his head back and forth as if to say, "NO! NO! NO! What are you doing to me???!!!"



I fed him some prunes to make him happy. As you can see, it worked.

I'm so thankful for Cooper and Jakob. My guys. They're the best.



Oh, and though there's never been any doubt that Coop is a spitting image of his father, here's further proof:



Look at that face! It's the same expression Jakob has in over 130 different photographs.



Thanksgiving is my second favorite holiday. (Nothing beats Halloween. The costume/candy factor is tough to top.)



Thanksgiving is all about being with loved ones, eating a home cooked meal together and taking time out of your busy year to let everyone know that you are thankful. It's a day of true appreciation for the good things.



There are many days when I hear myself saying, "UG! Why do I have to deal with this?" But on Thanksgiving I get to say, "I'm so lucky that this is my deal."

Domesticated Monsters

WARNING--The following post does not included pictures of Cooper. Feel free to skip this post if you check in on this blog for the sole purpose of looking at my adorable kid.



I meant to post these around Halloween, but I forgot. I started making these sketches that have monsters from old black and white movies going about their days; doing tasks like all the ordinary hoy polloi of the world. I admit they are silly. I haven't done any serious art in mucho longtemps.



Perhaps my hormones are on the rampage yet again, but I have felt like an artistic moron lately. I had a rather mind-splitting epiphany on Saturday night after seeing my friend Andrew's show. (By the way, it's a good show. I wouldn't plug it if it was a snoozer. See The Angry Guy in the Pink Hat.) I think it's Andrew's best work thus far as an actor. He's getting better and better. Unfortunately, I feel I'm getting worse and worse.



I'd like to say that this is yet another one of my typical blue moods, but it seems deeper. I have an overwhelming amount of self-doubt lately.

I did recently cut a tremendous amount of sugar out of my diet. But I can't have therapy sessions with Ben & Jerry anymore. I must start taking care of myself.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

Cooper enjoys eating. Heck, he's my kid. How could he not?



The mushy rice cereal that he wolfs down tastes like paste. I was curious, so I tried a little. It was like slurping paper mache soup. I suppose if all you've ever had is breastmilk, then it's most likely a thrilling change of pace.



Then, we tried peas. We even had a John Lennon-inspired theme song for the event.

All we are saaaaaying...is give PEAS a chance.



Apparently there's another song about eating peas that goes like this:

Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating Goober Peas
My they are delicious
Eating Goober peas.



Coop loved peas and now he's become a big fan of carrots, too. We're trying not to introduce him to too much. I've heard you can trigger food allergies by rushing into food. We wait seven days betwixt new food experiences.

Next week is going to be puréed turkey dinner. Yum.

King of the Nursery

His Royal Majesty presides over his subjects.



"All Hail King Cooper! Huzzah!!!"



It's good to be the king.

Cooper at Age 22 (Weeks, That Is)

First things first, you are finally getting hair.



Check it out! Tiny blonde peachy fuzz is sticking up in the back of your head. You've developed the most adorable case of 'bed head' ever.



It seems you have a new best friend. That lion is nearly as old as mommy! GrAnnemarie made it many, many moons ago. I'm glad you dig it. I was going to let you name the lion, but you just kept blowing raspberries. And although 'Thppft!', and 'Pbththth!' are not bad names, let's just call him 'Kingston,' until you start exploring some vowels.



I love the way you kick your legs when you're excited to see me.
I love the way you make the sweetest, "Mmmmm" sound when you eat.
I love the way you turn and smile when I say your name.
I love that you prefer Cookie Monster's gruff growl to Elmo's squeaky squawking.
I love the way you hide your head into my shoulder as if to say, "Too many neurons firing off. I need to check out for a moment, please."
I love that the drippy cloth game still enthralls you.
I love the way you watch me do 'Itsy Bitsy Spider.' You look at me like I'm magic.
I love how you know that you're too tired and so you roll over, put your hand over your eyes and block out the crazy world.
I love how when you wake up again, you're refreshed and ready to play.
I love that your learning to love tummy time. Once you figure out that the arms play a key role in crawling, they'll be no stopping you.



You're fine tuning your sense of humor. You like my silly faces and when I pretend to eat your feet. (What is it about baby feet? They're delectable.)

You like to eat peas and tonight we're trying carrots. Each milestone is a celebration. It also makes you a little more independent. You'll always be my kid, but you won't always be my little guy.

5 MONTHS OLD? REALLY? Seriously? Thank you for the best (and quickest) 5 months of my life.

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HAPPY HALLOWEENIEEEEEEE!!!!!

Cooper's first Halloween was ghoolishly spectacular. I made his costume myself.



It's Wally the Green Monster! We figured since Coop can't get enough of his Boston Red Sox mobile, we might as well dress him up as something that brings him joy. In a way, he picked his own costume.



Each time a Trick or Treater came to the door, Cooper was both confused and facinated. I could almost hear his internal monologue.

"That's not daddy! Who are these weirdos? Why is mommy giving them candy? What the heck is candy anyway?"



The jack-o-lantern I carved features creepy phantom pumpkins.



And we made witch hat cookies. I refuse to fess up to exactly how many I ate.

'Good Enough to Eat' Feet

Voila! Cooper's new fave snack...his own toes.



He's discovered that his foot reaches his mouth. This amuses him to no end.



The past week has revealed a plethora of new talents. Are you familiar with 'raspberries'? No, not the food. I'm referring to the slurpy, farty noise one makes by blowing air through closed lips over a stuck out tongue. Well, Coop has decided this is the coolest noise ever and he should try to do it all the time.



He's also started taking out his binky (plug, soother, pacifier...it has many names) and showing it to people. He methodically removes it from his mouth and holds it up. One time, he held it up to my breast as if to say, "HEY! Is this just a fake one of these? I've been bamboozled!"

The mushy cereal has been a grand success. He laughs when he gets in the high chair and I put the bib on him. He knows what's coming.



But nothing is as delicious as those feet.

Go ahead, my boy. When you're an adult, you'll probably only be able to do this figuratively. Plus, now it's considered, "cute," whereas when you're older it may seem, "nasty nasty."

Feel free to dine on your wiggly piggies. Bon appetite!

Halloween Spirit

"I VANT TO SUCK YER BOOOOOOOOOOB!"



Like my little Lost Boy? I ordered this pacifier from My Punk Baby. Coop thinks it's hilarious.



Ahhhhhh, Halloween! The time of year when it's acceptable to let your inner Goth out. Some of the neighborhood front yard decor is terrifically gruesome this year. Up on my Burbank block you can see everything from bodies hanging in trees to rotting zombies emerging from the soil. People in the suburbs won't let their kids watch too much television, but they will produce a bloody, violent yard display complete with dismembered body parts. I heard some dude in the West Hills used old airplane parts to recreate the crash debris from one of my fave teleshow, 'Lost'.



I adore this holiday! Pass me a Fun Size Snickers.

Thank Goodness I Married This Guy

My husband came home, fed Cooper, diapered Cooper, made me a drink, drew me a bath, presented me with a fancy cake, put Cooper to bed, ordered me dinner and (this shows true love) let me watch a cheesy horror flick on cable that we've already seen before. Why? Because I'm a goof who enjoys making immature jokes and talking through a bad film rather than viewing something new.

The cake was special ordered. It's a tri-level mousse cake with white chocolate shavings (dusted with dark chocolate) adorning the top. This cake is a work of art! I feel like the queen of Burbank!

He knows me so well.



The top of the cake says, "Mom." Jakob says, "It's from Cooper."

Thank goodness I married this guy.

My 29th Year.

The thought of another birthday was sort of annoying. I remember being a pre-teen and complaining to my mother saying, "I do not want to become an adult. Do I really have to grow up?" I feel the same at 29 that I did at 12.

29 is even more frustrating than say 24 or 26. I feel like time went and ran out on me. Can you still conquer the world at 29? Wasn't I supposed to be a hot, steamy pile of success prior to age 27?

Then, out of nowhere, this birthday decided to make me think. The thoughts that came to mind were important.

My godparents, Joe & Trisha Penabad, never forget my birthday. With everything in their own lives, they send me a card every year. They have such tremendous love and care. I appreciate it so much.

Carrie Seigel always sends me a card. It made me think about how she's so good with dates. She remembers every birthday and anniversary. At nearly thirty, I want to be better at that stuff.

My sister Danielle gave me a gift certificate to a spa. I was so moved that I cried. I've been trying to take better care of my body and a massage with a eucalyptus rub will certainly do the trick. I don't usually say this, but I totally deserve it.

I got a card & gift from Andrew Wollman. It made me think about how he used to be a good friend, but now he's family to Jakob, Cooper and I. He's not, "like a brother to me." He's my brother.

This was followed by loving phone calls from Alex Bakalarz who offered up his traditional Colombian blessing ("Hope you live 120 years!"), Karen Stein who plans to take me to see Nightmare Before Christmas in 3-D (Yay!) & Mark Fortin who has a knack for making me feel goofy, playful and wise all at the same time. My phone rang all day.



Lizzy Cooperman came over and we had a delicious lunch. You don't know if the friends you have when you turn 20 are the friends you'll know when you turn 30. I am a lucky gal.

My mother-in-law called. So many people kvetch about their in-laws. I thank my lucky stars that I have her in my corner. She's good people.

My mother found THE gift for me. It's a leopard print sewing box with faux fur trim. It's TO DIE FOR! My father made an audiotape for Cooper of him singing. Joe Charbonneau croons the classics! Cooper loves it. He tries to sing along.



As Cooper and Marvelous Marvin Monkey sang, 'Happy Birthday to Mommy,' I fully recognized that this is not merely the end of my twenties. I'm on the precipice of something huge. Something's telling me that 30 is not the curse I have imagined it to be. Something's telling me that 30 is going to be the start of something big.



Tonight, I'm spending the evening in. When Jakob gets home, he's going to put Cooper to bed. I get to take a long, luxuriated bath until my hands get all pruney. Then, I'm going to eat a gargantuan piece of cake and order a movie On Demand. This may be the best birthday yet.

EEE-I-EEE-I-OHHHHHH

Did I mention that my child gibber gabbers non-stop?



It's true. He's just as gregarious as his mommy. Cooper has found his inner yolp. That's the best way to describe it. It's a growling, excited OWWWWW sound. I think he found this noise while we were singing, "Old MacDonald Had a Farm," with these fun hand puppets. (Thanks, Sue!) Now, he does it all the live long day.



He experiments with both the volume and pitch of this sound. Normally, his "words," have a deep, guttural tone, but today he found his upper register.



I like his new chat chitting much better than crying.



Now do me a favor, Cooper. Learn this:

MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA!!!!