Babymoon

Not when a baby exposes its rear to you. But that would be super cute. A babymoon is a vacation you take with your sig. other before the rugrat arrives. One last "hurrah" just the two of you. We rented a cabin WAYYY up north in Canada. The town was called Haliburton, a beautiful sort of ritzy lake resort area. Lots of stars go there to canoodle without the 'razi up their grillpieces. Gav and I wanted to canoodle in canadia too, and this was our adorable house. I was also an adorable house so I sort of blobbed along with activities like visiting the wolf reserve and canooing.



Gav always makes jokes about women eating "butter-tarts." Sort of like our version of a housewife sitting on her butt watching soaps and eating bon-bons. I always thought he just made it up, but low and behold, its an actual Canadian treat! That the "Butter-tart cafe" is located directly below (and even shares a sign) with grossly named women's weight-watcher gym "Curves" is hilarskies to the max.



These were all taken EXACTLY a year ago today. Before a certain friend arrived and made everything that came before seem like a hazy dream. I had no idea what we were in store for. Silly, naive little me...

Deliriously Jazzed

This photo I took of myself 1 minute after I found out I was pg with munchito crunchito. Can you see it in the sparkle in my eye? I was at my dining room table on 9th street on my computer (probably googling myself) and I stood up to go pee and instantly felt woozy and dizzy and had to sit down again. I have a strong constitution so fainting spells never happen to me, although I like to think that I'm the sort of wounded, delicate type that they do afflict. I just knew something was going on immediately. I ran down to the pharmacy on Ave. A, the whole time thinking OMG, OMG, I think I'm pregnant. Sort of giggly and elated with butterflies in my stomach. Sure enough, I got a + on the stick and I teared up, right there on the terlit thinking that my dreams were coming true. I was going to have a daughter ( I knew it was a girl) named boo-boo kitty that I could go shopping with! Finally. I remember thinking, "now my real life begins." I waited to tell hubs until he got home and then we kept mum for months. That was hard and kind of lonely. I felt sick a lot and didn't socialize as I normally do. I started watching the Sopranos from the beginning on DVD and became so involved with them that I dreamed about Carmela and would walk down the street thinking about how Adriana could get out of that outrageous FBI predicament. I craved French Toast constantly and slept 'til I could sleep no more. Gav didn't really want me to work too hard so I could just concentrate on growing a scrunch. Um, OK! What a guy.

Sun-Dappled Fuzz-Head

(photo by Annabel Mehran)

A/K/A

Boo-Boo Kitty
Boobs Kid
Boobs
Scrunch
Munch
Crunch
Scrunchita Alonzo
Froggy
BLT
Dung-Beetle
The Creature
The Creatch
Little One

There's more that I can't recall right now. It feels weird to call her by her real name that's fer shur. My mother warned us about calling her by her nickname for too long. She has a 65 year old cousin who still goes by Pickles. As in, "Hey, is Cheryl there? It's Pickles." Or when her husband is mad at her he yells, "G-Dammit Pickles, I told you to pull the car into the driveway!" How can you be mad at an old lady named Pickles? C'mon, I dare ya!

I want this band to play at her first B-Day!

And have Willy Wonka himself serving ice cream and miniature pony rides and pink elephants and lemonade and candy kisses on a sunny day. OH! and have that cute black kid from Me You and Everyone You Know making boloney samiches for all the little boys and girls. sigh....

Three Peas

More snaps from the picnic. Miss L is Soph's bestest friend, but both are new to socializing with your peers. This results in the odd hair-pull or eyelid yank. Benji, the delicious slab of a boy in the middle gets to court two of NYC's most sought after "IT" babies. Jay McInerney has a 2000 word article coming out on them in the next New Yorker.

In the second one Lyla looks a little disturbed by Soph's gluttony. As you can see, her thighs are not for want of more sustanance. They are basically two extra pairs of buttocks tacked on to her legs.

New Years Eve 2007

She is 3 1/2 months old here. Months earlier I bought this black velvet Sonia Rykiel por bebe jumper on Ebay for my unborn baby girl to wear at x-mas. It says "I am a present" in french on the front. I could not wait to celebrate our first holiday season together, and it was indeed a joy. Who knew a small bald women who craps her pants could be so much fun.

The Daily Munch Scoops the Competition

Letter from the Editor:
Greetings, Dear Readers. I realize some of you might go to another rival blog to get your latest Munch and Scrunch related news, but those days are coming to a close. While "some other blogs" purport to be the one and only and most comprehensive source for scrunch updates, only ONE blog can proudly say that it is a DAILY. (Unless of course yours truly eats a handful of lazy beans or is out thrift shopping.)
Witness, the only Scrunch blog on the ENTIRE East Coast to run this scoop:

YOUR CHARIOT AWAITS
Author: Mom
The new thing Gav likes to do with Soph is plop her in this shopping cart and zoom her around the block. She loves to stand up and greet her neighbors from this position, and the reaction on people's faces is priceless. Even the most hung-over, jaded, art-school drop-out melts into sheer jell-o. One thing too is that is tuckers out her lil' legs so by the 10 minute mark she's doing a sort of gangster lean. Its very important to find activities to wear out these squirts, lest you have an energetic baby that refuses to go to sleep. I heard having a swimming pool is ideal. They are so ready to conk out by the end of the day you have to make sure they make it to the bed. Sounds good to me! As any parent can attest, its important to have your own "down-time" at the end of the day to relax and just watch some "Intervention" with your spouse and a glass of vino. Break out the sweatpants already!

Baby Cheesecake

We had the first of several Sunday Afternoon Picnics in McCarren Park three Sundays ago.
They coincide with the free "Pool Parties." This one was when Band of Horses played. All the babies got nudical on
the blankets and ate peaches. 2 cute 2 B 4gotten!
I sent this photo of Tim Les Savvy Fav holding Munch to Maria and she thought it was Gav. I told her not only is he not that hairy (yet)
but I'm not sure he could pull off tie-dye.
This pose is quite easy to rig up with your offspring, and as you can see it always delivers the goods.