Poor First Born

People always say that the second child often gets neglected. That the first has baby books and mementos, while number 2 has one picture in the back of the older kid's baby book. Yea, not this family. In my concerted effort to not have Zoe's babyhood be a typical "2nd child" one, I seem to have forgot something.. the older kid.

I realize that my Flickr pages are all Zoe. In fact, I'm trying to find a recent pic of Lucas to even put on this post. How mean is that? What a horrible mother am I? My excuse du jour is that SHE holds still while he runs away..

And while I do go on and on about Miss Z, I will say Lucas is quite the comedian these days. I won't steal content from my hubbie - so I will just redirect you to Lucas' latest good one.

Why am I continually so surprised by his personality?

When one should really shut up

The other night, before seeing the estrogen explosion that is the SATC movie, my friend Maria (who is 8 mos pregnant) and I went into this little OVERPRICED boutique and encountered this woman who really needed to learn how to just keep her mouth SHUT.
We were talking about dresses - one for me for my dear friends Carin and Hilary's wedding (thank you CA State Supreme Court!), and one for Maria, for a wedding she has to go to 3 weeks postpartum. This shop girl over heard us talking dresses and looked at us and said "Oh, are you two sisters?"  While not an insult in anyway, the only thing we really have in common is our hair color.. we look at her and asked,  "Oh, no. Why? Do we look alike?" She then looks us up and down and asks "Oh, are you are both pregnant?" and I look at her and kinda half laugh, and reply "No, I'm just recovering from pregnancy.. haha" (muttering "bitch" under my breath and cursing her for making me regret my decision to eat movie popcorn for dinner).

Then she looks at Maria and goes "Wow, are you having twins? You are so big!" Which, if you have never been pregnant, let me tell you RIGHT NOW - this is something YOU NEVER SAY to a pregnant woman. EVER.

Maria's like, "HAHA, No, just one.."

At this point we are trying to walk away from the saleswomanofinsults, and she calls after Maria.. "Well, I bet its a boy - you are carrying so high!" Glaring now, Maria is like "Actually, its a girl..."

Of course, neither of us bought a thing. And we both decided, over movie popcorn WITH butter, that we would have really been insulted had she not obviously been such an idiot.

The "Zo-be" Curse

Today I dressed Zoë up in the little Kobe Bryant Baby Lakers jersey that we originally got for Lucas about 4 years ago, and has been worn by "Kobe Bear" for the past 3.5 years. She wore it once before, a few weeks back, and we thought it was cute, and then she spit up all over it and the Lakers lost, so she didn't wear it again.. and the Lakers made it to the finals.

Today being the first game in the finals, and since she has A.DOR.A.BLE new babylegs that actually match the jersey, I dressed her up in it again. Because really, what fun it is to have a baby girl if you can't play dress up with her, like everyday?!

Lucas came home from school all excited about "Zobe" and the game. Jason came home and cracked open a beer to sit and watch the game.. Zoë drooled all over her outfit... and the Lakers. Well. They lost.

And my father, the most non-BS man you will ever meet (at least in his opinion) made me promise to never put her in the jersey again.

Um, Go Lakers?