The Office

Today I missed my shuttle, the one that takes me to my train. I left my office early to grab an earlier bullet train because Mitch was going to be late tonight and I wanted to get home earlier. But my shuttle never came, and instead of channeling my upset energy into anger, which I was finding VERY easy to do, I decided to walk the half hour to the Caltrain station. I often forget that I work in one of the most beautiful places. Here are some of the pictures from my walk this afternoon. Gorgeous and not a bad way to spend the end of your work week.

Tickles

Even though she was still pretty sick on Sunday, we managed a few laughs out of her!

8 months!

Vivienne is 8 months! More like 8.5 months, but what can I say, we've been swamped this month with sickness. I wish these came out better, but Viv WILL NOT sit down anymore. All she wants to do is stand, so you can't see her adorable little wolf booties with little claws on them. Still, you get the picture. She has had a rough month with teething and sickness. Her first real cold, still recovering. She and I both had/have it and it's been the saddest thing yet, to hear her coughing in the middle of the night incessantly. She even has a little inhaler, yes, I think I passed on my asthma gene. We are watching for it closely, and it doesn't seem to bother her, she just wheezes away. Being sick doesn't help. She is 24 pounds, roughly a little more ;) CUTE CUTE CUTE...

Note to Vivienne:

We couldn't love you anymore than we do now. It is impossible to think of what life was like just 8 short months ago when you weren't out here in the world yet. You are the most beautiful, adventurous, funny little Pookie in all the world. We are just starting to see your darling little sensitive side as well, when you lean in and "kiss" us if we ask for it, or when you cry when other babies cry. You don't like anyone to be upset, ever. To try to put down in words what I feel for you seems so inadequate. You are the light of my life and I adore you. Thanks for changing me and making me a Mommy, and for showing me how deep love can be.

I love you Tootie, with all my heart, forever and ever.
Mommy xx

Vivienne and Dr. Tsai

Viv loves Dr. Tsai and they end up playing together by the end of the visit. She was very serious this time (she really did not feel good) and she also really wanted that stethoscope, which he ended up letting her have. He's a pushover when it comes to Viv. I like that about him! In other news, we just have to wait this one out. Tootie was up the entire night coughing. She ended up sleeping/coughing and moaning on Daddy from 3am until 6am (I was up from 10-3). It is truly the saddest thing and hardest thing for me, hearing her hack up her lungs in the middle of the night and then moan. No cough syrup, nothing we can do, except watch her closely to make sure it doesn't get worse and hold her. Oh the joys of parenting! She is definitely on the mend I think. Last night was a better night...

Capitalism

Since Viv is STILL getting better, and I feel like you-know-what, we decided that our outing today would be Babies R Us. WHOOOOOPIIIIEEEEEEE!! I can never go into this god forsaken store without filling my cart with enough crap to last for an apocalypse. Viv was getting fussy so I HAD to grab the fish teether off the shelf (she already has the apple version). Then of course, she NEEDED some Puffs. By the time we left I wasn't even sure what we went there for. Oh well. It was worth it to get her out of the house and have an "activity". Wow.

I did manage however, to snap this picture, which I thought was completely adorable and blog worthy. Enjoy.

Tearing it up

Vivienne and I have been swapping sicknesses for the past 10 days or so. It has been less than fun around our house. Monday was a sick day for both Mommy and Vivi, and towards the end of the day when I was literally watching the minutes until Mitch was home and I could take my feverish body to bed -- I let Vivienne participate in one of her favorite pastimes. Tearing up a magazine! Any one will do. Newspapers are her favorite because of the ease with which they tear. Not positive, but tearing up magazines is probably on someones list of "what not to let your baby learn to do". I have debated this in my head for some time now, and quite frankly, it's just so darn cute when she sticks that little tongue out and crawls over with such concentration to shred the you know what out of something. The girl has skills!

Forgot to mention

My Mother's Day gift from my amazing, generous, most talented and handsome husband, was a 13 inch Mac Book Pro. So unbelievable, and so so pretty. It made me pretty happy. Expect lots of blogging!