Huuuuhhhuunn... is this a puhlusss???

New phone

It took Enzo about 2 seconds to notice my new work phone.

A stroll in the park

And, he's off! He used to sit contentedly in his stroller, observing the dogs or other children. Or bunnies. Or maintenance workers. Today, on his walk with Brooke, he split.

Thank God for these adorable shots I get texted to me from Brooke while I'm at work. We love ya, Brooke!

Pooped

Go Angels

For supper club this month, Dave hosted us in a sweeet suite at the Angels game. We were living the high life, for reals.

Enzo used the open floor space to test out his new-found freedom, and showed off his moves.

Oh, there was a game going on?! Thanks Dave for your generosity. It was loads of fun -- especially for a work night.

Swimming with my cousin

It's been so hot outside that we invited ourselves over to Briana, Jared, and Lukas' place for an afternoon swim. Enzo turned out to be the pro in the pool -- splashing, blowing bubbles, sticking his face in for a chlorinated gulp here and there. Lukas, on the other hand, wasn't so sure. Seeing he was a bit tentative, we suggested he use Enzo's purple/pink (don't judge) inflatable hippopotomous-seat. And that did the trick. He loved it, well, like a fish in water.

Happy 4th Anniversary to Us

After juggling work and childcare schedules, Jeff and I found ourselves in Beverly Hills tonight for a wonderful celebration of our marriage. We treated ourselves to a glutonous feast at Fogo de Chao, a Brazillian meat-fest. Of course, Jeff came prepared, armed with 432 foodie reviews of the place. "Don't do the salad bar first -- they just want you filling up on the cheap stuff." "Don't eat the cheese bread -- then you'll be too full for the meat." So, I headed for the salad bar and I ate a piece of cheese bread. That's how marriage works, right?

Imagine this -- you sit down and flip a card from the red to the green side, signalling a team of Brazillian cowboy "goucho" meat slicer men to approach your table from every angle with different slabs of meat on a large vertical skewer. "Prime rib?" "Pork ribs?" "Angus?" "Bacon-wrapped chicken?" etc. etc. etc. There were 19 cuts of meat. Needless to say, you learn to flip the card from green to red to give yourself a chance to eat. And to breathe. Additionally, they keep the side dishes coming -- carmelized bananas, garlic mashed potatoes, etc.

The company was even better than the food. We talked about our lives four years ago and how things were different, better, unexpected, fantastic. We counted our blessings and thanked each other for each other.

Then raced back home to make it for story time (and to relieve Auntie Godmother from childcare duties.) After that, we burned the unity candle from our wedding -- an anniversary tradition.

Happy anniversary, love of my life.

He walks!!

Notice Jeff's ready-position in the background. He keeps insisting we should put a helmet and pads on Enzo. At all times. Seriously.

Milestones are important and all, but I've tried not to be so caught up in content of the first weekly, then monthly Babycenter.com emails about where my kid should be developmentally. BUT... when I got the last email that said that "by now your child is walking everywhere, running, and jumping -- unless yours is of the 7% not yet walking" I blew a gasket. What?!?! Bottom 7%?? I was semi-okay last month when he was in the bottom 25%, but hey, I don't want to carry my child into 1st grade because he hasn't taken his first steps yet. Sheese.

The very next day... he took his first steps. See, there's nothing to get worked up for. Milestone, schmilestone. I think this boy's just lazy. And precious, too.

Scooby dooby down to Ruby's

Jeff begged me to leave the house and put on a happy face. So I tried and we hit my least favorite place in the world. The mall. On a Saturday. This made it all worth it -- seeing Enzo trip out on the 3-D glasses at Ruby's. While I watched them eat and tried not to puke.

Exhibit A

Picture it. We're eating dinner at the kitchen table. Food is being thrown all over the place. Per usual. Jeff scoots the highchair back a bit to bend over and mop up. I'm still eating. Per usual. Jeff gets up to dispose of food scraps. BAM!! Enzo's forehead impaled against the corner of the kitchen island. I jump up. Enzo starts screaming. All I see is a purple dent. Yes, DENT! I get him out of the highchair and started yelling for Jeff. Or at Jeff. Or panicking. Not sure. Don't remember. I take a moment to compose myself and Enzo calms down a bit. After about two minutes, there appears a bump. And then a bigger bump. I try to tell myself what every mom of a little boy has told me. Boys will bump their heads.

As I settled down, and so did Enzo, Jeff then began to convince me of skull fractures, brain swelling, delayed mental ability, etc. etc. So I called the after-hours nurse's line.

Fast forward one-hour and we find ourselves in the ER.

The doc advised us against a CT scan. He was alert. He was active. He was moving normally. And doc didn't want to infuse him with all the radiation that comes with a scan. He told us to save those up for the times when we're really gonna need em. Awesome. He said that as a father of twin boys, boys are going to bump their heads.

Returning to the scene of the crime.

Did I mention that the next morning he fell off my bed? Bumped head. Scratched nose. Gouged eyes. This, after a week of ear infections and bronchitis. Rough and tumble.