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Fia Friday: Big Steps!

Friday, January 18th, 2013

Big news. Emmett took his first steps this week. Two. In a row. It was very exciting to everyone but him. We were all in Fia’s room playing. Even Wayne Sanchez. Em stood up using the rails of Fia’s crib, balanced and took the steps. We all freaked out, clapping and screaming. He plopped down on his butt laughing and looked kind of baffled in his happy-go-lucky way. Like, “Why all the hoopla?”

I don’t have any pictures to show of his steps, but I do have one of him standing proudly.

 

Emmett turns a year old next Friday. Hard to believe. Here are some more recent pics.

I took them to the zoo today. Loads of fun, as usual. (Take that all you blog bashers who called me a bad mom this week…not that I need to justify anything to those types….)

 

Fia on our way up to Death Valley. Exploring a ghost town.

Last weekend Phil and I took the babes on our backs for a 3 1/2 hour hike up some incredibly tough hills in Griffith Park. I’m the beached whale nearly passed out on the table midway through….

I swear he gets prettier by the day…he is such a beauty. And a delight. Inside and out. They both are.

The two below are a little blurry because he’s such a mover, it’s hard to capture him! He is funny! His tear duct on his right eye is supposed to open when he’s a year. Come on duct…. do it.

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Wayne Sanchez–The Biggest Loser

Tuesday, October 18th, 2011

He's So Svelte!

I may be more excited about this news that when Fia took her first step.

I took Wayne Sanchez to the vet today to get his travel papers for our upcoming move. He has lost, (drum roll please) 4.3 pounds!! I mean, for a cat that was 18.6 pounds, that is nearly 25% of his body weight. I hereby declare Wayne Sanchez:

THE BIGGEST LOSER.

I had the vet weigh him on 3 different scales to be sure. I even went as far as to ask if it’s possible his morning poo weighed 4 pounds. I simply couldn’t believe that just by cutting down a little bit on his dry food over the past year could cause that weight loss. I haven’t had that kind of luck with past cats.

Of course I still couldn’t carry him in his Sherpa bag, so he rode to the vet in the stroller while Fia was in Spanish class. When I picked her up, Wayne went in the basket underneath and we all strolled happily home. In the rain. On the cracked sidewalks. Me pushing about 50 pounds of weight. Him yowling. Fia fussing.

He is in the Sherpa Bag--In The Stroller

Have I mentioned that I’m a bit burned out of city living? That I’m so excited about having a house and yard and car in LA? Which leads me to my latest NYC working mom theory

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