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Thursday, February 26, 2009

Not For The Faint Of Heart

I'm starting this post with a warning. What you read here is not for the faint of heart. So if you gag at the sight of vomit and poo, please stop reading here. This post is (and excuse me for the pun, but..) ripe with it.

We've had an eventful several days in the Hamilton household. First Lily got sick. Some sort of nasty stomach bug that had her pucking waterfalls of vomit all over the kitchen table. [you think it's gross to read about, just think of how it was to actually see it, feel it (that's right) and have it all over the front of your shirt]. Then we had several days of the beautiful exploding diapers. I always knew when one had come. Lily would run into a corner and hunker down with these big, sad eyes and, no matter how sweet or cajoling I made my voice, refused to move. Then, much to my delight, I would discover that the contents of the diaper had spilled down Lily's pant legs and onto the carpet. We spent a lot of time in the bathroom this weekend. We bought her this super cool art set (Lily loves coloring, painting, drawing, gluing, cutting...well, pretty much anything to do with arts and crafts) to try and make her feel better for being sick and stuck in the house for so long. She LOVED it, but I'm still heartbroken when I look at her sad little face and her pouty little lips. Poor baby.


And then, the sun came out, the skies cleared and Lily finally started feeling better. By the time she went to bed Sunday night, she was practically back to her normal, happy self. Unfortunately, sometime around 2:00 Monday morning, mommy started feeling a bit queasy. And so she spent the majority of the night bent over the toilet expunging the contents of her stomach. (I warned you that it wasn't a pretty post)

So now that everyone is (more or less) back to normal and we're able to be out and about again, guess what? I got summoned for jury duty. I reported yesterday and this morning I was unfortunately honored to be called to serve on a jury for the next three to five court days. It seems I'm having an unlucky week, hu? So now that I've spent this entire post wallowing in self-pity and disgusting everyone who has made it this far, let me leave you with this stunning picture.


It would seem that Lily bounces back quickly...

Friday, February 20, 2009

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Nursery

So people have been asking me to do this, but I've been dragging my feet. But with our imminent departure from our current home into a brand spankin' new one, I thought it was time to immortalize Lily's nursery. It may look a bit disorganized, but with all the stuffed animals and toys and books that girl has, this is as good as it gets. So here you go...













So there it is. Lily's room. I painted and decorated it when I was pregnant. It helped the time pass faster. There are definitely things I will do differently in her new room. But I will still miss this one. It was fun getting it ready for her. And that castle bookshelf was my very first attempt at carpentry. It really is awful, but its the thought that counts, right? Plus it was the first time I had ever attempted such a thing. Ah well, I'll do it better the next time. I did most of the painting and decorating myself. What I couldn't do, Ernie did. Lily loves her fairy friends, which makes all the hours we put in worth it.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Mini Who????

Two noteworthy things happened yesterday that I just had to share. The first, Lily took her very first picture. And I think it turned out pretty dang cute for a 16 month old. The second....well, here it is.



I have a bazillion pictures of Lily on my desk at my office. Well, yesterday the woman who comes to water the plants was looking at them and gushing over how beautiful she is. Then she asked me "Is she yours?" Of course, I said yes. Then she has the audacity to say "Are you sure she came from you, because she doesn't have an ounce of you in her." I fumed for the rest of the day. I know it seems completely childish to be upset by such a thing, but for crying out loud. It isn't as if she doesn't look like me at all, is it? Sheesh! I mean, I did carry her for 43 weeks and I did labor for 24 hours (2 of which were pushing after the epideral had worn off) to bring her into this world. She should at least bare some resemblance to me! So please, my family and friends, leave kind comments. Gush. Lie, even. Just tell me my daughter looks a teensie bit like me!





*Edit...I don't really care who she looks like. I personally think she's a good mix of both of us with a fair bit of her own individual look. I guess what got me all riled was how the lady said it

Monday, February 16, 2009

I Love You Because


10. You love to sleep and you are oh-so-good at it


9. You crawl into bed with me at around 6:00, curl up on my chest and go right back to sleep


8. You don't just walk, you strut. And with such attitude. You certainly know how to own a room


7. When you do something you know you aren't supposed to do, you run up and give me a big bear hug and big, sloppy kiss. Then you put your hands on my cheeks and laugh hysterically until I can no longer keep a straight face


6. You love to wear your princess shoes and put pretties in your hair


5. When you see me after being separated (even if its only ten minutes), you run up, squealing, and take a flying leap into my arms


4. Whenever I ask you to look at the camera, you stop whatever you're doing and say "cheeeeeesssse" with a huge grin on your face


3. Your smile lights up the entire room


2. When daddy starts to tickle me mercilessly, you pull him away, waggle your finger at him and say "no, no Daddy"


1. You fill every day with laughter


Saturday, February 14, 2009

Animal Noises


So tonight I shamelessly forced Lily to perform for the camera. She is mimicking animal noises. she got a bit hung up on "cow", but in the end she figured it out.



And before I forget, happy Love Day to all of our friends and family. Ernie surprised both of his girls with Love Day gifts.
Lily enjoyed the chocolate truffles...a little too much, I think.


Don't even ask about the hair.



And she absolutely adored her Valentine balloon. She hasn't let it out of her sight since she got it.



And I got these beautiful flowers. I loved them. Lillies are my favorites. (I'll admit, I dug the truffles too. Almost as much as Lily)




I think Lily enjoyed the flowers as much as I did. She kept begging to get up on the table so she could "smell" them. She loves to smell flowers (and bushes, and trees, and grass, and rocks), though I suspect she is blowing out more the sniffing in. But its still cute to watch her try.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Pay It Forward

I saw this on a blog from a friend of mine in Arizona. I think it's a great idea! Here's how it works-the first 3 people to leave a comment on this post will receive, at some point during the year, a handmade gift from me.What it will be and when it will arrive is a total surprise! The catch is that you must participate as well-before you leave your comment here, write up a pay it forward post on your blog to keep the fun going. (Or you can cut and paste from this one like I did) Then come back, let me know you're going to play, and sit back and wait to receive your fun gift!! Remember that only the first 3 comments will receive a gift from me, so hurry, hurry, hurry!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Weddings and Stuff

[This picture was provided courtesy of Rochelle Paulello. I didnt get any of the happy couple]


So this weekend Lily and I went to a wedding of an old friend of mine. I didn't get many pictures, because I spent most of the time reminding Lily that we had to be veeeerrrry quiet and not yell "PRINCESS!" at the top of our lungs when the bride comes down the aisle. But I did get a couple cute ones of Lily. Of course, that's to be expected, right? Seeing as how she so dange gorgeous.

Lily fell in love with the little flower girl. She wore a pink, floor-length gown with a wreath of flowers in her long and blonde hair. She looked just out of a fairy tale. And Lily was her shadow all evening. It was sweet.


But I do tend to go on, so lets wrap this post up, shall we? It was a beautiful wedding. Congrats Trescott and Seiko.




Monday, February 9, 2009

Economic Stimulus a la Jamie

So granted, I am not an economic major. Nor am I very interested in math and numbers and economics in general. That is why I have more or less kept silent on the current state of the economy. But I am furious that the majority of the American populous believes the economic stimulus plan is a good thing. I think that living in California has given me a different perspective on this then I would otherwise have. I'm sure many know by now that California is slipping toward bankruptcy. They are sending out IOUs in place of tax refunds. In a time when those of us who are parents are wondering how we are going to pay for healthcare and life insurance and assure that our childrens' basic need are met, our state government is stuck at a gridlock. And one that they don't seem to be in too big of a hurry to overcome. The legislators get paid six-figure salaries while the state is cutting public work projects and educational spending. California is slated to close schools across the state, and yet legislator's are taking trips to Hawaii (don't believe me? check this out). California is an example, albeit on a grander scale, of the problem with politicians today. They are too detached from the day-to-day struggle of their constituents. They spend without retraint and expect us to foot the bill. I understand the importance of taxes. But only if my taxes are being put to good use. The reality of the stimulus package is that the federal government is increasing the national budget by $800 billion at a time when they should be cutting spending in order to stablize a drowning economy. And they are throwing the money into investments that they know will be bad in the long run. Sure, in the short term they could weild positive results (and I could be made Queen of the Universe tomorrow). But in the end it will merely dig us further into this recession.

Don't believe me? Think of it this way, then. What happens when you flood the market with a product? The supply increases while the demand decreases, thereby driving value down. The same would happen if there was an influx of treasury bonds. Investors, who are more concerned with the longterm, are going to remove their money from such risky investments and put it into other, more stable investing opportunities. So what does this mean for us? It means a reduction in economic output for the future. And an increase in national debt, coupled with a decrease in the value of treasury bonds, equals less consumer buying power. And to think that lawmakers are going to stick to their word to trim spending back down to 2008 levels for 2010 is beyond niave. When has the government ever reduced spending? I mean significantly? It is easy for politicians to talk about a reduction in spending, but it is painful for them to actually implement a program that would do just that. No one wants to be the one to make a sacrifice. But we all will have to take one for the team, so to speak, if we are to get out of this crisis.

So here is what I propose. There is a freeze on federal spending (and I am talking a real freeze. Not a freeze until special interest groups get upset, and then telling them "well, of course not a freeze for you. You're special. You're important. You really need the money. The rest of America must be made to suffer so that you can have a positive cash flow"). We implement a twelve month tax cut (and I mean significant tax cut. Say, %75). That way the people who actually control the ebb and flow of the economy (the consumers) gain buying power. After they begin to feel more comfortable with with their economic footing, the consumers will do what they do best. Consume. Americans love to spend money. They love big cars, big homes, and big debt. And once they feel more at ease financially, they will slip back into old habits. Because no one really wants to save.

Here is the last step in my economic stimulus plan. And this is a big one, so pay attention. The last step is for the American people to stop crying about how the government done did them wrong. The governement didn't force mister Joe American to get married and have seven kids while making $20,000 a year (this is not a commentary on the pros and cons of population control, so please don't take it as such). The government didn't force Joe American to incur a $30,000 car loan while he was still paying off $10,000 in student loans. And the government didn't force him to then go and get a $600,000 mortgage that he could never hope to afford. Now, I am being a bit overly-dramatic here, but you get what I'm saying. Unless we start taking responsibility for our circumstances, we are never going to overcome them. I have never thought it was the government's job to find me a job. I never thought it was the government's job to buy my groceries or pay my bills. And if I can't do so, it is not the government's fault. It is mine. And it is greedy CEO's who thought that nothing could touch them, and so they didn't know when to say when. But none of this is the fault of the government. And I am not saying that there are not people in genuine need of government assistance. But that is my fault too. Because I failed in my social responsibility toward that person, the government is forced to step in and take over. And they will never provide for that person as well as I could have had I taken my social responsibility to heart.

We have to remember that the reason our government works is because we have the power (theoretically, at least). If we are so weak that we relinquish that power to a big, amoral entity such as the federal government at the first sign of struggle or hardship, then we are undeserving of that gift that our ancestors fought so hard to give us.

I apologize for the gravity of this post, but I had to get that off my chest. If you made it this far, then don't despair. I will have plenty of adorable pictures of Lily to post tomorrow.

Our Lips Are Sealed



I don't usually go all gaga over celebrities. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy relaxing on the beach with a good rag mag as much as the next girl. But that's just good fun. Plus it keeps me up-to-date so I have something to say when the discussion of Britney Spears' comeback or Bradgelina's ever-expanding brood comes up (as it inevitably will). But really, I just don't care about these people. I enjoy movies. Almost too much even. But I generally don't go crazy about the actors and/or their lives. I've recently discovered an exception. When I heard this, I about went crazy screaming and jumping up and down in my kitchen.


I mean, Belinda Carlisle is a goddess, right? I can't be the only eighties child that is in love with her. Her music is more than just notes strung together with words added in the mix. Her music defines much of my childhood. I L-O-V-E her. I mean, she's right up there with David Bowie, Patrick Morissey and Andy Partridge (please don't tar and feather me, fellow audiophiles, before you listen to Skid Marks on My Heart, and then try to tell me she's not fabulous. Can't do it? Told you). I am so excited to finally see her in the lime light again. Now if only there'd be a Go-Gos reunion tour. A girl can dream, right?

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Rub-a-dub-dub There's a Baby in the Tub




Is it any wonder Lily is enamored with her Daddy? Ernie taught her how to fill her bath toys with water and aim them (in hopes that she would aim them at me). So he has no one to blame but himself that she used her new knowledge to turn on him.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Superbowl Party....Shock and Awe

I know, I know, I was shocked that I attended a superbowl party too. But it actually turned out to be a lot of fun. Probably due to the fact that I didn't watch any of the game. The comercials, however, had some good highlights. Some friends invited us out to Brentwood (and for those of you who don't know where Brentwood is, it is the definition of BFE). There were lots of kids, food and friends. Fun times all around. And Lily got to see her best friend from daycare, Amelia, whom she hasn't seen since Ernie lost his job in December and we pulled her out. They had a great time together.

This was the best angle anyone got of the adorable hugs Lily and Amelia kept giving each other. Lily was so excited to see her friend that she accidentally pushed Amelia over. It was hilarious. Until, that is, Amelia started crying. Sorry Amelia, Lily just doesn't know her own strength.


They are such sweet girls and were so excited to see each other again.

So most of our group watched the game and I really enjoyed the halftime show. I'll confess, as a diehard Springsteen fan I was a little concerned that this performance would mean he was selling out and becoming more mainstream. But after the most amazing twelve minutes of the entire night, I realized that could never happen. I was a little disappointed that he dropped verses. But considering he had such a short time to work in a set, I think I can overlook it this time. And did you catch the acrobatics? Not bad for someone who's pushing 60.




And Lily had a blast with all the other kids. For the most part, they were all very well behaved. I will say, though, that there was one point where Lily was vying for entrance into this princess castle-tent thing and an older girl pushed her head into the floor rather forcefully. Let's just say that I am not as sweet as I appear to be. Mama bear reared her ugly head and put the fear of God into that girl. But considering we were there with about ten or so kids for five hours and only had one incident, I think we faired pretty well.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Green Monster

I have a confession to make. Since Ernie has been home with Lily, I've become insanely and completely irrationally jealous of the closeness they have developed. Isn't that awful? Before this all happened, I was the Mommy. I was the one Lily always asked for. I was the one that fed her. I was the one that bathed her and did her hair and cuddled with her. I was the one she came to when she was hurt, or upset or just needing a hug. And the truly awful thing is that during this time I would complain, if only in my head, that Ernie just sat back and let me do the lion's share. I would think that it would be nice if he offered to take over more and let me relax or enjoy some alone time.

So now I have my wish. Ernie is home with Lily all day and knows what it takes to take care of her. He now realizes why I was so exhausted that I fell into bed shortly after Lily. When I get home from work, he takes care of dinner and bathtime and bedtime so that I can spend some time writing and make my deadline. So I now have all the "alone" time and "me" time that I could possibly want. But here's the rub, I don't necessarily want it anymore. I sit down to work on my book and hear Ernie and Lily giggling in the other room and I want to be a part of it.

It has been a lesson to me that I need to be careful what I wish for. Because, you see, now Lily asks for her Daddy if she's upset. Don't get me wrong, I get my fair share of attention. But now it's split between me and Ernie. Which means I don't get as many kisses and cuddles. And I've discovered that I'm somewhat selfish when it comes to Lily's kisses and cuddles. I want them all. I keep telling myself that her relationship with her Daddy is so important and I am so lucky to have someone who takes the time to develop that and gives her plenty of love and attention. And it's true. But still, I feel jealous every time she asks for him and not me. I know, completely irrational. But you know what? That's my prerogative as a woman!