Pants On The Ground

I have no idea what possessed this baby but tonight he decided to strip himself of his diaper.  He just sat down and ripped it off in front of me.  And then he ran around like a crazy person.  I don't blame him for  needing a little breather for the buns, however, I'm hoping he doesn't make it a habit.  Our potty training schedule will be starting much sooner than expected if this continues.

Nice polo, Michael!

I bought this shirt for Mr. Jarcy from a resale shop.  It's not the most exciting, I know, but he needs warm weather clothes and it was used on "Knight Rider" (the recent, short-lived version).  Every item in this unique store has a code that specifies what TV show, movie or studio the item comes from.  I also bought some clothes from Disney and Universal.  How fun is that?  I can't wait to go back.

Dear Elephant, I Hate You

See these blankets with heads?  At first I had no idea what they were because they come all bunched up.  (Do I hang them on his nursery walls?  Why is there no explanation written on the damn tag?)  But luckily The Boy is much smarter than his mother and began using them as soothing blankies.  Giraffe is his favorite.  Sometimes he holds onto two at a time and Giraffe is always one of them.  Puppy and Chick will do when Giraffe is not available.  There's a whole pecking order with these things which brings me to Elephant...

The Boy hates Elephant.  

I don't know what Elephant did to this toddler but he does not like him at all.  I give him Elephant, he tosses him aside.  I hand him Elephant again and he hurls him across the room.  Ouch!  Isn't he like all the other blankets?!  To The Boy the answer is no.  Maybe I'll take Elephant.  Mommy could use a soft little blankie to comfort her every now and then.

Baby Bits

The Boy has learned how to make himself laugh.  It comes at our expense, of course.  During his nightly bath he dumps water on us with these toy cups.  He performs his trick when we're not expecting it.  Then he laughs maniacally.  Sadly, he's encouraged only more by our response.  It's just too funny to get angry with with him.  We've tried to keep a straight, stern face but his baby laughs are too adorable to crush.  

Zoo Day

The Boy walked around the zoo today.  It was nice weather even though I saw a number of children wrapped up in winter coats.  65 degrees and overly cautious L.A. parents put their kids in winter gear?  They'd never survive Chicago I'm afraid.  The Boy was sweating just in a long-sleeved shirt.

I'm always so surprised at how many folks are taking countless pictures of the animals.  Why someone needs a photo of a langur through the view of a soap-covered window pane is beyond me.  Do they pull them out at holidays?  To each his own but  I took all my pics of The Boy.  I love how tiny he looks walking with his tall father.

Then we came home and I made lasagna.  The Boy really liked lasagna.  Cheese is my favorite food group and he's following in my footsteps.  Thankfully he'll eat the peas as well.  I noticed he primarily uses his left hand when shoveling in food too.  Yep, chip off the ol' Mrs. Jarcy.

Walk This Way

This boy is standing all on his own. He's also walking on his own. On his own! Ah, it's beautiful. What I love about this captured milestone is that he's so engrossed in whatever is blaring on the TV that he's not even aware of this major feat (mom guilt kicking in). I held a playgroup for 299 other children and parents last Friday and amidst the chaos The Boy started all this unassisted standing/walking. I guess seeing all those other kids manhandle his belongings was enough enticement to launch off the knees.

Peelats

As I've mentioned before, I've been doing a lot of Pilates since moving to L.A. Actually I started back in Chicago (the best present my mother-in-law ever gave me) but wasn't able to commit to it like I have now. It's a pricey hobby and feels terribly indulgent yet also terribly necessary. Lugging The Boy around is no small task and can inflict major damage if one is not in peak condition! And it's good to dedicate serious time and cash on me and only me. I've struggled with keeping with a regimen and now I can finally say I consistently work out.

My secret?

These sticky-padded toe sox above. Now that the studio has implemented a "socks only" policy I get to wear these fancy numbers. Sexy, huh!? It's just the image that comes to mind when you think of a woman stretching and toning atop an exotic machine! Oh well. While I would like to get my sexy back from all this Pilating, I'm also just hoping it helps me get through the day free of aches and pains. And so far it has delivered just that.