Buttered Scones for Tea

David has certain songs he likes to sing over and over again. Here are some of the latest:

I'm a Lumberjack

If it doesn't have a tail its not a monkey

Friday

This Here Pudding

This Here Pudding poem.

by lrh
dedicated to the pudding I just ate and the pudding I want to eat

this here pudding
love that pudding
give me pudding
chocolate pudding

the end.

this post

So clearly I have not been blogging. In the 3-4 or so hours in the day when Ila is sleeping, I am either sleeping, exercising, showering, reading, working, and even occasionally cleaning and cooking (though very rare). I probably clean as much as I used to. Which is hardly anything. The dishes when mandatory, the bathroom when mandatory. My cooking now consists of buying ready food or making semi-homemade things. Or nothing. I often do nothing. How do mothers cook and clean with a baby? I may never know.

I have been posting pictures of Ila on facebook once a month. Nothing much on the blog though. But here is a token cute picture:

Am I supposed to be blogging more about baby? I never wrote about babies before. I don't feel inclined to share her poop schedule though. I know some of you may be disappointed.

I am still training for a half marathon in June. Next week is mile 8. I do my long run on the weekends alone, and do short runs with Ila in the running stroller on weekdays. This races motto: I may run slow, but at least I am doing it.

introducing: the boo

We call her Ila. But much of the time she is The Boo. How do these names evolve?

The origin is unknown except that it was the work of David. However, here is a midpoint in its development:

David called her "chicky poo" in the first week, which my sister Juliana thought was "chicken poop." Um, no. Not.

And from there it became boo, and then The Boo. Boo has no relation to Boo Radley, yet I can't help but think of that name all the time.

the oob

meet ali

a-l-i: pronouced as in aladdin. Except it is princess ali, fabulous she.

ila

ila

ila & laura

ila & david

ila

ali

newsletter

I posted our family newsletter on my facebook wall on Feb 9. Take a look if you haven't seen it! It is not quite a christmas newsletter, but I have every excuse in the world for the delay:)

the end.

costco

So it happened. I gave in and bought a costco membership. Mainly because of the tiny human. I never joined in my Stanford days, when a lot of "roommates" would split a membership. Before last saturday, I had been inside of Costco only twice.

The first visit was 4 years ago to return wedding presents that we couldn't fit into my car for the drive from Utah to California. However, this visit got me no further than the returns desk at the front of the store. Resulting from this visit I became the proud owner of a "cash card," which I realized was code for gift certificate. The second visit was to spend what was on the cash card. I used it to purchase things for my wedding open house in California. Two things remained in my memory from that visit: 1) giant container of frozen cream puffs & 2) huge tray of shrimp, neither of which I purchased.

And so last Saturday was technically my third time inside Costco, but really only the second time I purchased anything, and in reality the first visit as a real member. And alas I saw neither cream puffs nor shrimp. But I wasn't really looking.

To my surprise I discovered there is no such thing as costco grocery bags. Instead they give you a huge apple packing box that miraculously fits in the cart, and even more miraculously, in my trunk. Which we filled to maximum capacity. And naturally we didn't leave without spending hundreds of dollars.