Interesting…..more IVF procedures in Washington DC?
My friend Danny’s band PETTY THEFT - a Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers tribute band - is tickled pink to be playing this wonderful festival on Main Street in Santa Monica once again next weekend. If you live in Los Angeles, COME CHECK THEM OUT!!! :)
Over 20 live bands on seven stages including amazing tributes to Bob Dylan, The Grateful Dead, Neil Young, The Allman Brothers and more. Best of all, IT’S FREE! Just like last year, they will close the festival on the Kinney Ave. stage, outside of the Fish Co.
Newborn Poop
Poop is utterly terrible. When your newborn comes home and starts pooping everywhere, it’s all good. Why you ask? Because the poop really isn’t poop. It’s some odd non-poop that cleans up easily and barely makes a dent in your day. I mean, there are a ton of diaper changes but the poops are small and containable. It’s like poop-lite. Then your baby gets a bit bigger and the poops start getting bigger too. And smellier. But it’s still containable. Until THAT day. You know the day…the day your really attractive, always put-together girlfriend comes over and desperately wants to hold the babies. She’s so sweet and thoughtful and brings gorgeous outfits for them to wear. We chat away for what seems like an eternity, having a GREAT time. And then it happens. She mentions that maybe something is amiss with the baby she’s holding. I reassure her that everything is just fine. More time passes and when she adjusts the baby, poop is everywhere. I mean everywhere. It’s incredibly embarrassing. She swears it’s not a problem but we’re mortified. Her $200+ jeans now reek of poop. She did come back one more time to visit and luckily for us it was “incident-less” but strangely enough, she moved back east after that. I’m sure it was because of the poop. Read More
Genius!!! Neil Patrick Harris’ opening number to the Tony’s the other night. :)
Fun mash-up for The Hunger Games. Winter Spring Pro mashed up Britney Spears’ “I Wanna Go” with the plot of HG. :)
Tere Does Not Do Shots
We were at an event this past weekend with friends from all walks of life. Straight, gay, married, single – but the most differentiating factor was “with or without” kids. Kids seem to separate the men from the boys a bit. I don’t mean to disparage any “non-kid having people” but honestly nothing is as stressful on your life or your relationships as much as kids. Well, maybe a life-altering accident or an alien invasion but barring something like that…
I’ve tried to explain this to smart, accomplished people with lots of kids in their lives (but none of their own) but it’s completely unfathomable until you have them. Before kids, I really thought I had asked all the right questions and experienced as much as I could. But I hadn’t. I had no idea. I was clueless. I’ve said that having kids is the most amazing and most horrible experience of my life. There’s no middle ground. No grey. It’s life at the extremes. Before kids our roles were fairly fluid except for the things I’ve mentioned before. Everyone knows that Tere would rather I drive, open doors, and order wine. Other than those three, everything else was pretty much fair game. After kids though, everything adjusts. With one kid, it’s relatively easy for two parents to sort of switch off and on, with one taking care of the baby/kid and the other doing other things. With twins, you’re both sort of required to pitch in at all times. Before I knew it, our roles and responsibilities were quickly divided up. We each had our chores, things we did best and situations where we excelled. Well I use “excelled” loosely because I fear we didn’t do much well. It was more like a well-you’re-not-as-bad-at-that-as-I-am-so-you-should-do-it sort of deal. Read More
Cee Lo Green’s “Bright Lights Bigger City” video. LOVE this song!!
AMAZING - check it out!!
The San Francisco Giants recently became the first pro sports team to make an It Gets Better video. The Cubs and Red Sox have announced that they will soon follow suit.
Design
Every March here in Santa Monica is a design and architecture event called CA Boom. Unfortunately, CA Boom seems to have gone by the wayside in the last couple years which makes me sad. But before the babies, Tere and I walked the exhibition floor gathering up new ideas and generally checking out all the cool things designers were doing. We would also go on a home tour – an inside look at some of the most amazing houses on the Westside of Los Angeles.
Just before the babies were born, I realized that they would be about three weeks old for the next CA Boom. I really wanted to go and for some reason, Tere said ok. As the day approached and in my usual “what’s the best way to do this?” fashion, I started to realize we needed a plan. I knew we couldn’t keep loading and unloading a double stroller onto the little tour shuttle. Everyone pointed me to the Pump Station – they would have a solution!
I showed up there on a Thursday and they could clearly see I had no idea what I was doing. They showed me the only carrier that could be used with twins – the Baby Pouch Sling. To call it a baby carrier to my untrained eyes seemed ridiculous. It was just one long piece of cloth! The woman proceeded to show me how to wrap myself in this thing and then put both babies inside. I was awestruck and completely scared out of my mind at the same time. What if that big knot came loose and the babies fell out??!?! Read More
Photos Our Kids Will Hate Us For
We have friends who took lots of pictures of themselves as a couple but when they started a family, the picture taking slowed a bit. We’re the exact opposite. We have few pictures from before the babies and a ton after. Thank goodness photography has gone digital or we would have prints everywhere. We have so many pictures I have to keep them super organized in the computer so we can find what we’re looking for. And sometimes I’m looking for the ones that our kids will hate us for. You know the ones. You have them. We have them too – lots of them. I think it’s totally fair that we have them and will be able to torture our kids with them when they get older. My parents have terrible pictures of me and my brother when we were babies. They loved to torture us with them and made a point of showing them to our soon to be spouses. I mean my parents have a picture of me when I was about one, lying naked on a bear skin rug! They have another one with a beer can in my hand standing in my dad’s Air Force boots. Very embarrassing… So it’s only fair and right that we have our fair share of embarrassing baby photos. And it’s not very hard to get them, to be honest. Babies just need to be dressed up a bit…like for Easter as bunnies and then while they sleep, you can pretty much arrange them any way you want. Fun, huh?