Fabulous Miss S.

American Idol and Me

I went to the American Idol Tour concert last night and it was possibly the best concert I've ever been to.  I know, lame-o!  But really, for the price of one show I did get to see ten different entertainers, people, performers, kids, singing people. In 2003 when I worked as a nanny I was "lucky enough"to attended the American Idol show with Clay Aiken and Reuben Studdard solely to provide adult chaperonage for two thirteen year old girls.  I know, on so many levels, OH MY GOD.  But this show was much better, the stage was quite simple and the light show action was minimal at best.  Clearly research has been done and the audiences really just want to hear the top ten contestants sing.  And sing they did!

The show started promptly at 7pm and ended at exactly 10 o'clock on the dot.  There was a semi-annoying almost-half-hour intermission at about 8:30 which separated the top six singers and the final four, Jason Castro, Syesha Mercado, David Archuletta and finally, David Cook.  Everyone sang three songs except Cook, who sang four. 

I have been a David Cook fan since way back in the early days of the 2008 competition.  I liked his voice and musical style but now on an even larger scale I am blown away by his humbled comments and commitments to larger-than-Idol issues.  On Larry King he said that he "kept in mind all that Idol was and also all that Idol wasn't" in referring to his larger cause, his brother Adam's decade long fight again brain cancer.  It was really great to see a good singer who is so talented but also still maintaining as much of a REAL persona as possible. 

The music was good. I had insanely great seats in the suite belonging to a certain local news station. I drank three beers and smiled like a silly child for three hours. 

And then I came home with a pounding-headache that only comes from three hours of crazy strobe lights and loud music and I declared myself officially OLD.  I took two Tylenol PM pills and slept without moving until Noah woke up at 7 o'clock on the dot declaring his imminent need for my boobs which I gave him and immediately fell back asleep. For twenty minutes.

It was really nice to wear something other than yoga pants and running shorts and stained tank-tops.  It was especially nice to wear something that I haven't worn in over a year.  Losing 47 of the 50 pounds of baby-weight has done something good for my self-esteem.  Although I'm still working on the MILF-ness.

I had to get ready for the show with Noah crawling around underfoot.  He chose this moment to stand up by himself for the first time!

So I just stood there and took his picture.  And he stood for like, five minutes.  Which sort of blew my schedule. But oh well! STANDING BABY! Applause! Woot!

Still standing.

And I thought it would be funny to toss my hair around in anticipation of what I'd be doing later on to get Noah to laugh, and somehow this moment of insanity was forever captured.

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I didn't realize how long my hair had gotten until I saw these pictures.  Should my trim-cut be a pixie cut?  You know, sort of like Katie Holmes? or sort of Ellen-like?

Sunrays and Saturdays

We think he's taking after Grandpa. Although, Grandpa does not waste time with the empty bottle.

It gives a mom a special comforting feeling to know exactly what her dear precious little boy will look like one day when he lives in a frat-house and knows just exactly what Purple Jesus is.

A real Man. And a real peanut.

Can anyone guess what Bob is thinking ?

Snapshot of a family on a weekend afternoon.

I am baby and I am up in ur lens abouts to lik it with mah baby droolz.

This is what happens when you don't let the baby lick the lens.

And this is what happens when you take a picture of the baby who you won't let lick the lens.

Do-over

I don't know if Noah's recent crawling mobility is the straw that broke my back or if it just a random act of worldly chaos but it seems like my life has gotten eleventy million times more difficult, impossible to schedule, plan or even execute.  My exercising has been shot to all hell, I can't seem to recall how to prepare a healthy dinner, the laundry is piling up and there are random bags and piles of Noah's old clothes waiting to be sorted and stored in plastic bins.  I haven't even been sorting the mail, it's just sitting in all crazy huge piles of unsortedness all over the dining room table.  Very un-me.

A few weeks ago I joined a local mom's group and after a few weeks of some playgroups and activities some old anxiety started creeping in, that all too familiar stress of having a long list of calls to make, content to write, places to go, things to do and no goddamn fucking time to do it all.  I'm really trying to re-juggle things so that I can be social. I guess I had just really mastered the ability to do everything I needed to in one day but I didn't plan for ever leaving the house. Oops.

I really try to start each day open-minded and positive and relaxed but somehow I get off track and then it's all downhill, no writing, no dinner, no workout, no nap for Noah, PANIC ATTACK NOW.  Noah is doing fine of course, swimmingly, really. He crawls all over the place, aiming for the dog water (dirty) and the bin of old baby-food-face-cleaning rags (dirtier) and sometimes he just gets stuck in the corner and I find him all red-faced and frustrated with pet hair coating his hands and off we go to the sink again.

I suppose I'll try again tomorrow because it's easier to remember what really matters when you wake up to this every morning. He gets the morning swollen eye thing from me.  Sorry, buddy.

Just peeking in to say hello

Hope you all had a nice relaxing weekend. We did. More pictures soon.

Outtage

We had ourselves a little power outage tonight. In case you were wondering, we really do depend on electricity for every damn thing.  I put the baby to bed early and it must have been too dark and too quiet because he woke up!  And wouldn't go back to sleep!  AH the quiet!  I can hear my own thoughts and breath!  Sheesh ....

I didn't want to leave the family in the above referenced state of utter helplessness so I declined to go to the gym and exercise and instead sat outside with neighbors drinking wine and eating chocolate ice cream. 

The lights gleamingly came back on at nine o'clock and Noah was instantly lulled to sleep by the low pervasive hum of the electricity surging through our house. 

As I sat outside, unable to monitor Twitter, unable to write, unable to obsessively check my email I thought I might actually have to calm down and breathe and relax and go to bed early and shit.  Thank GOD I got out of that one!