Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Okay, so it's been a long time since my last real post.

Kyle has the full scoop on Owen's hospital stay.

He left out a few key things, though, like how Owen woke up after the bone marrow biopsy screaming bloody murder for no reason and kicking us.

According to the procedure nurse, the anesthesia can give kids a sort of "baby hangover."

All I can say is that it's been awhile since I was hung over THAT bad.

We actually had to sedate him because he would kick and thrash whenever his arms and legs weren't held tight to his body.

In Stewart news, we had a birthday party! On October 30th, we invited much of the neighborhood and many other friends to celebrate Stew's first birthday. We had pizza, cake and did the limbo. The kids got bored with the pinata after five seconds and I busted it open myself with a broom handle.

Stewart had a great time, as he is definitely a people person, and Tobler's helium balloons were the life of the party.

In me news, I have been baking like crazy for absolutely no reason except that Ralph's has all the holiday spices and pie ingredients in key locations and on sale, so I keep grabbing them and making desserts for myself.

I made two pumpkin pies and two key lime pies- both turned out well, so I might try some different kinds. I also want to attempt making the crust myself at some point, but that point is definitely not now.

I also made a gigantic batch of gingerbread cookies, half of which I burned and gave to Owen and Stew to "decorate" (eat frosting). The rest Kyle and I horribly dabbed with frosting to make pilgrims and Indians to take to my Aunt Jennifer's for Thanksgiving.

They look awful but taste good. I'm afraid I'll never live up to my Aunt Amy's gorgeous ginger men and camels which she makes every Christmas. Each camel has a colorful saddle and harness complete with metallic candy-ball reins and the ginger men and girls have our names inscribed on them in frosting and appropriate hair color for each person.

At Ralph's today I had an experience that proves that New York is gay. This guy in front of me was all teed off because someone in a different line had left her cart to go get something.

He kept talking about how in New York, everyone would have just pushed her cart out of line and gone around her. He just couldn't believe that no one in L.A. cared that her cart was unattended for two seconds.

Then, the lady in front of him had some kind of price problem with her complimentary spend-$99-or-more-and-get-a-free-one holiday turkey. So he starts telling the cashier how she should have just totaled the bill and let everyone else go and rung the turkey separately. "You're not very efficient," he said, totally serious, and totally thinking he was giving her valuable advice. The thing is that she only got the turkey because she spent the $99 on groceries so it had to go on that order. The clerk kept trying to explain it to him and he got all huffy and New Yorky and smarter-than-thou.
"I can't believe this! I can't even explain this to you!"

It really supported my hatred for a city I've never even been to. I like when people live up to my stereotypes. It gives me a sense of security in a world gone mad.

Like Mexicans whistling and yelling at me out of crappy trucks or gay men who lisp and say "fabulous", it's something I can count on.

Well, Vagina Night was a wash last night- Connie took the night off. So I'm going to see if I can't milk the rest of naptime with a Gilmore Girls and a Sex in the City or two.


Kyle Ford said...

I honestly laughed out loud twice while reading that.

B said...

hey sarah! i know this is totally random, but i can't remember if i sent you my new blog address or what (i'm getting rid of don't post there anymore.)

new blog is at

:) b