tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565743690761036032024-03-19T01:53:45.480-07:00bo bee sahelisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-21529253691926384762009-12-07T14:20:00.000-08:002009-12-07T14:23:37.527-08:00the endHi all. If you're still there. I know, I know. I've been away for months now. And there's so much that has happened! But I'm only here for a mere sentence or two to let you know that my blog bo bee sah will be ending today. Thanks for reading and commenting and just stopping by. The good news is that I've started a new blog over at Sweet Whimsey. So please hop on over! I'd love to see you elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-40948802287433225002009-07-31T14:36:00.000-07:002009-08-03T08:22:01.983-07:00dreaming of twoI had this dream early on in my pregnancy. It was vivid and visceral and simple. I was just laying on my bed with Diego and his little brother. We were all gasping after a fit of laughter and taking a deep breath. I immediately felt this feeling of powerful bear-momma love for my boys. My Boys. And felt it overwhelm me, covering the three of us like a blanket. This was before we knew that elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-20835062115960809012009-07-23T14:46:00.000-07:002009-07-23T14:46:00.378-07:00pregnancy funCan we talk for a minute about inner baby wiggles? I absolutely LOVE how it feels when the baby moves around and bumps and bangs on my innerds. He's still small, so the bangs are sweet and mostly tiny...(Ok, except right NOW. Yeesh! HI BABY!! What on earth are you doing in there???) A few months ago I was looking at a very pregnant and lovely friend enjoy her inner baby bumps and I just elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-37701813293722972292009-07-22T14:29:00.000-07:002009-07-22T14:45:03.611-07:00off the face of the earthHmm....So I have this blog here that I've TOTALLY IGNORED. There are good reasons and, I have to admit, some horribly silly ones, too. The good reasons? I've been feeling un-bloggy lately. I wanted to take a little break and it ended up being longer than I expected. I've also wanted to refocus and redo the blog and I thought what better way to do that than to give myself a new start? So I'llelisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-24581032025328694082009-06-11T09:51:00.000-07:002009-06-14T10:39:10.079-07:00my 28th birthday, a recap:good: It was my birthday!bad: I threw up all over the living room the night before.good: Jim took the day off to be with me and Diego. Which was wonderful...bad: Because Diego then threw up all over the breakfast table in the morning.good: It was the only time he threw up. Yay!bad: And then Jim had to leave to drive up to LAX (L.A. airport) to pick up a friend.good: We had a friend visiting elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-69123876673268660622009-05-31T14:15:00.000-07:002009-05-31T14:26:51.145-07:00newbie loveI can't wait to hold him or her. The way you can only hold a newborn. The way the newborn fits perfectly in the crook of your arm and settles deep into contented bliss. The way a newborn eats and then looks up at you with a drunken milky smile. Then spits up and is still pretty happy that the world is all of your arms and Daddy's and your faces looking down at them. Lights and fans are just elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-29877053005694706112009-05-29T21:57:00.001-07:002009-05-29T22:09:47.940-07:00a bookish fridayDiego is reading: Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise BrownThe Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear by Don and Audrey WoodOn Top of Spaghetti illustrated by Gene BarrettaGo, Dog. Go! by P.D. EastmanI am reading: Lost in a Good Book by Jasper Fforde (just finished)The Well of Lost Plots (just started the audio book I have but never listened to)How Green Was My Valley by elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-27719643696305526512009-05-28T07:29:00.000-07:002009-05-28T08:01:31.523-07:00good mornings5 a.m. is not my idea of a good beginning. For anything. Except maybe getting up to drive to the airport for a fun trip to...well anywhere. (Top picks today? Madrid, Paris, Vancouver, Seattle, a cabin in a great old green forest) But 5 a.m. to wake up to a crying crabby toddler? Ugh. The biggest problem is that he's as much a morning person as I am. He's almost exactly like me. In the elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-2076726924423683222009-05-24T14:42:00.000-07:002009-05-24T14:54:21.839-07:00week 13, an updateSo far this pregnancy I've:-been tired-incredibly tired-fallen asleep BEFORE D's bedtime, leaving him to jump on my slumbering because, really, is there anything else to do to Mommy? JUMP!-been pukey-nauseaus-resolved to never eat anything that wasn't in liquid form. Because....ew....solid food.-lost 12 pounds-wondered if I've completely lost my mind-TWO kids? No one can survive that!!-Ok, elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-7864223062155949982009-05-23T07:24:00.000-07:002009-05-23T08:23:21.775-07:00the ZOOOOOOOOWe got a membership to the San Diego Zoo and on a whim the other day I decided that Diego and I would drive down there to spend the day. He was the perfect car napper, slept from the minute we got in the car and woke up the second I put the car in park.(I cheated and put this picture in from another day at the zoo. I just like the light. Here's D pointing to the pigeons in the tropical aviary.elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-25782957333756266992009-05-22T08:51:00.000-07:002009-05-22T09:50:09.235-07:00chopsticks!He loves noodles. Looooooves. And found out the other week that he could eat them really well with chopsticks. I taught him the slurping part. The chopsticks? No idea where he picked that one up. Hehe I just had to share.Have a great long weekend!elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-61281815115732217612009-05-14T13:39:00.000-07:002009-05-14T13:51:50.141-07:00where oh where is little bunny today?Places I have found Diego's little bunny(when I thought the same little bunny was safely in his room):-In the fridge.-In a covered sauce pot in the cupboard.-In Jim's shoe.-On his bookshelf.-On the sofa.-In the car.-In his stroller.-In his potty seat (clean, thankfully!).-In his sand table.-On the patio.Diego loves this little bunny. This tiny, 5 or 6 inch tall, light brown bunny that I got for elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-52989114068157171392009-05-10T21:35:00.000-07:002009-05-10T21:43:37.622-07:00happy mother's dayHappy Mother's Day.To the new moms who are just now holding their baby for the first time and seeing their fingers and tummies and toes.To the moms who have seen their little ones grow and run away to adulthood. (Seriously, how dare they!)To the moms battling the lack of sleep, up all night, blood shot and delirious, it gets so much better. Hang in there! You can do it. I know you can.To the elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-82767810150306447232009-05-08T20:51:00.000-07:002009-05-08T21:15:40.417-07:00BAAABIES!I laugh every time I watch this commercial. Yeah, it's a little weird. But...so is my humor. :D hehe My favorite character is the crazy lady who goes around putting things under her shirt because she wants BAAABIES!Which brings me to this:That black circle in the middle with the two little bits? It's our newest sideways little bean! Yep. I'm pregnant. Pregnant and pukey and nauseaus and elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-75712748991215438522009-05-06T13:49:00.000-07:002009-05-06T14:12:00.863-07:00something (not) saidCourt over at Kaiya's Laughter Heals wrote about her daughter's language acquisition a few days ago. It's something we had talked about before (chatting on the phone while we ran after the bustling toddlers) and something that has been on my mind and weighing on my shoulders for too long.Diego isn't talking yet. At least not much verbally that is. He's 19 months old and has 4 (or 5 if you elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-39279104138678533302009-04-30T15:50:00.000-07:002009-04-30T15:52:54.341-07:00red parasolDiego insisted we go for a walk with my red parasol and just loved every step. It was a warm, sunny day and the parasol was good cover for the little dude. Anyhow. I thought I'd explain the new header. I just loved the way the light was shining through the lace. Hope you do, too. Happy red parasol day everyone!elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-90974563935733073712009-04-25T21:24:00.000-07:002009-04-25T21:47:47.419-07:00grateful saturdaysWe headed over to Scott and Elena's place today for the grand opening of the "Man-tuary" and inside Girl's afternoon/evening fun. Their garage was open and ready for poker and dart-playing fun, complete with radio, comfortable couch and plenty of fried and tasty snacks. We girls headed inside and chatted about babies and pregnancy (since a lot of ladies are pregnant!) and the boys. Really elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-66753410101132439052009-04-18T20:59:00.000-07:002009-04-18T21:04:53.006-07:00To D:You won't remember this day. The light shinning too bright and brilliant through the trees. The cool grass we lay on while we sang The Itsy Bitsty Spider. And you won't remember how you got up and then hugged me, laying on top of me while I kept singing the ABCs and This Old Man, your head on my heart and your heart beating so near. I wish you would, because I will try and remember that elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-42763231063079197152009-04-12T21:16:00.000-07:002009-04-12T21:33:47.970-07:00Easter egg funThere were the eggs, "hiding" in the bushes and brightly littering the ground. Here was his bucket, since the basket couldn't be found. And there was D, literally pushing the door open and grabbing eggs off the ground like they were calling out to him. Maybe I should have hidden them in a less obvious place. But, seriously, he walked around like he had been collecting Easter eggs for years, elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-79470588975359460942009-04-07T15:39:00.000-07:002009-04-07T16:03:44.099-07:00images of san onofre, or, rather, the sandy boy who played there Listening to the wind-up radio.Found the yellow bunny. Wish I had taken more ocean pics.Tired. Need nap. Sliding down a surf board. We had a beautiful day yesterday. There were babies and toddlers and kids of all ages reveling in the hot sun and rocky beach. Diego and his new friends pulled sea weed and rocks and shells out of the ocean and then tossed them back in, "to feed the fishies." elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-38245996626161013042009-04-03T20:27:00.000-07:002009-04-03T20:31:58.479-07:00book binge Did you know that April is Book Binge month? I didn't. That is, until I read It's Not All Mary Poppins. As I have way too many books in my To Be Read pile, I've decided to go for it! You should, too. Click on the link above for the rules and such and get to reading, peeps!elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-10311763360647498182009-03-29T21:01:00.000-07:002009-03-29T21:13:33.470-07:00I wish I could.....1. Sleep. For eight to ten blissfully uneventful, uninterrupted hours. Oh, dream within a dream. Sigh.2. Get over this head cold.3. Help Diego get over his, too.4. Learn to meditate. I figure it's good for de-stressing, right? 5. Enjoy all the messiness and joy of the moment. And there has been both and they have been great and horrible. (But, in the end, mostly pretty great.)6. Sing opera.elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-36698183774823716992009-03-14T20:56:00.001-07:002009-03-14T21:01:37.637-07:00a letter to sleepDear Sleep,Why did you have to leave? Did I do something wrong? It WAS me, wasn't it?I can't help it, I miss you. I miss reveling in the hours of sleep I could grab and hold and pull up around me all night long. I miss sleeping during rainy days simply because I was tired with the day and the rain sounded so nice, softly, gently tapping on my windows and padding down the street.Remember the elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-79439142838686898022009-03-13T22:47:00.000-07:002009-03-13T22:59:20.732-07:005 sensesThis is gratefully taken from secret.genius.My 5 senses:(at least today)taste:Bun (#69, beef, eggrolls and lemon grass) at Pho the Bowl. That's their name. Pho the Bowl.sight:Seeing Diego pat Daddy's head then take his glasses off, only to try to put them on himself. Jim and I helped put them on and he sat there, his chin lifted and grinning, as if dropping his head would make them fall.sound:elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156574369076103603.post-37702493084965143292009-03-09T10:08:00.000-07:002009-03-09T10:17:12.518-07:00goals for march:1. Go on a date with Jim2. Get a baby sitter for Diego3. Plan my next home improvement.4. Read more.5. Internet less.6. Plan on making something for a soon-to-be born baby friend. :) Yay!Lots of planning this month! Maybe I'll plan everything in my barely used sketch books. With crayons. Get those creative juices flowing.What are your plans for March?elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725528389872627334noreply@blogger.com3