Almost at 30 weeks!

All week I stay in my apartment, alternating between the bed and the couch. But for one morning, and one morning only, every week I'm allowed to leave. I get to feel the sunshine on my face, the wind blow through my hair, the excitement of watching real people walk down the street... It's pretty dang exciting, let me tell you. And my destination is (drum roll please) the doctor's office! I get to see how I'm doing (was I good that week?), and while there's always a fear that once they pull up the ultrasound image the doctor will gasp and tell me to get to the hospital immediately (like last pregnancy) so far everything has been completely shipshape. In fact, today the doctor told me 'strong work' which is the best compliment I've ever gotten from a doctor.
One is a high risk specialist. He's got a great 4d ultrasound machine that also records a dvd for you of the babies- imagine, you used to have to go to a special little business to get these. Today one of the babies was positioned just so and we were able to get a shot of his sweet little baby face.

That's what I like about that doctor. My other doctor, who I seem more frequently, is really great. She knows I'm freaked out a lot, so she hugs me when I need it and calls me randomly to check in, and she gave me her cell number so I can call her when I need to, even if it's at 4am. Besides the stellar medical advice and the ultra caring behavior, one thing I like about going to see her is her office. At first I thought she got a house and made it into an office, but then I found out she got the office and then renovated it to look like a house so her patients feel more comfortable. I think even Martha Stewart would be proud.



These fuzzy feet rock.

Take A Look At Our Love!!

Whenever Melissa and I see people making out on the street, we always joke about how awesome their love must be. How its impossible for them to keep it from the rest of the world. Well, I've been thinking a lot about how awesome our love is and remembered the engagement video we produced some 10 years ago. So check it out. Our love is awesome! (by the way, the video takes a bit to get started)

No more Piles! Will it really help?

Lately, I've been extra-freaking out about how I'm going to handle four kids under three. So I decided to organize my home as much as possible in anticipation of the storm. If I can get rid of the piles- piles of shoes, piles of spices, piles of who knows what in the junk drawer- then stuff can be easily accessed. The hope is that finding things instantly may be the slight breeze that keeps us on the right side of the sanity-line come September/October. We live in a 2-bedroom and our cupboards and drawers were crammed, stacked, items toppling over, hiding amongst themselves and reproducing (if we couldn't find something we bought another one. We found five nearly-full jars of cumin and cloves, three tire pumps, four bags of powdered sugar, oh, and a partridge in a pear tree. Really. Some friends did a garage sale a few months ago and I didn't participate because I thought I didn't have any clutter. Boy, was I deluded.)
I got inspired by my mom's advice and a recent Real Simple article about organizing products. I usually take note of the fact the magazine is 80% shopping catalog and move on with my credit card none the wiser. This month I fell for it. Big time. Wow, once I started checking out the sites I couldn't believe the treasure trove of stacking shelves, mini cones, trays, etc. to handle everything from toe rings to pot lids and toothbrushes.


I wound up getting things I didn't know existed- a scarf/tie hanger for our closet, trays for the junk drawers in my kitchen and bathroom, can holders, tiered spice cabinet shelves... once I started I couldn't seem to stop. Anyways, Ian and I are now able to instantly find the dental floss. And the cornstarch. And the batteries. And the kidney beans. And my good black heels. And the muffin tin. And I feel kind of giddy whenever I open a drawer. I'm SUCH a homenerd! Will all of this actually help come September/October? Or am I just battening down hatches that are going to be no match whatsoever for the typhoon. I don't know. I'll keep ya posted...

Angie, Angie, why you gotta be like that?

Having twins is hard for some people. As you may know, Angelina Jolie is also expecting twins, and I think her due date is like 5 weeks before me. She keeps fainting and collapsing and having complications. The doctors have been advising her to get in bed but she won't listen. I wish someone would tell her, you know, being on bedrest isn't all that bad.

Okay, yes, I have to confess, being on bedrest doesn't suck quite as badly as I thought it would, or I thought it did at first. I don't want to imply that it's going really well or I want to take it up as a profession, it's just that I'm getting to do some things that I don't usually get to do. Like read. For fun. I like reading, and talking about books for hours afterwards, even if it's just to my sister and she calls it a 'book sermon' later. I've read: Jane Eyre, Reading Lolita in Tehran, Uncle Tom's Cabin, tons of random things I would never check out. I've gotten on top of my mail inbox pile, and I've finished sewing the burp cloths I've had in my closet for about a year. I've even doodled in my journal, which was surprisingly relaxing and brought me back to my jr. high days.

Yeah, OK, I guess I can see how it may not be the most... unrestricted time of life, but come on Angelina, what gives girl? Bed rest isn't so bad. Especially when you get to wear this all day

and a suit to boot...

Months ago, I really wanted to find two little reasonably-priced suits for Caleb and Julian to wear to their Uncle Nik's wedding the last Friday in June. But despite most of the shops overflowing with pretty tutus, it was infuriatingly hard to find even one dressy boys' outfit. I looked high and low in Abbot Kinney & Beverly Hills, the usual kids stores and tons of online places in between. I had completely given up when we stumbled, quite unexpectedly, on a little place called 'For Kids Only' in Tarzana (mid-valley!) Finding it was a gift- tons of selection with great prices! So we got to spruce the little ruffians up. Something sweet happens when you put a little boy in a cute suit for their 1st wedding.



I guess I'm feeling a tad sentimental, because here's a 'sweet-little-boy' nursery rhyme (these are even rarer than suits if you ask me...):
Bobby Saftoe's gone to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee;
He'll come back and marry me,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe


Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love for evermore,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe

ps. the bride and groom looked nice too