Shake, Rattle & Roll

Mini is officially a California Baby--she experienced her first earthquake the other day, and handled it with grace and poise. Clearly, I have a well adjusted baby.

It was centered in the south bay, but we felt it all the way up in SF. We were up visiting Auntie Jo-Jo, who is quite smitten with Beezie.

Beezie was in Auntie Jo-Jo's room when the earthquake hit--Jo-Jo was trying on her Pajama Jeans for me.

She got them for Christmas. They're pajamas! They're jeans! They're Pajama Jeans!! Don't front--you know you want a pair, too. I'm convinced. I need a pair. And when you see my fine lookin' boo-tay, you'll know I got them.

Moving on. Logan totally wised up and realized that B is a food source, usually in the form of barfed up milk. He doesn't really have what I would call a discriminating palette. They are now fast friends.

We also spent some time with Nana Lana--she's my Aunt from San Jose. She's in love-love-love with B, so she offers to babysit and get her baby fix, which is a total lifesaver. I have her coming on Friday so I can go to Costco. We have exactly 1/2 roll of toilet paper left. Hope it holds until then.

B also spent a little time with one of her boyfriends at his house, and got to roll around on his playmat. Apparently, his playmat is better than ours, since she spent a good chunk of the morning on it, but whines like an abandoned orphan when she's on ours by herself.


She is also taking fashion risks like her daddy--note the flashy yellow socks. Clinton and Stacy would totally approve.
We also hit up Rancho San Antonio with Hayley and Tinger. The air was crisp, but we got moving on the trail, then took some time at the farm to let the kids mingle and play.

I am still thrilled with my free jogger--Thanks again, Amber! Lancer fixed the front wheel, putting his years of working in a bike shop as a teen to good use for me. It's about time his sordid BMX past comes in handy for me!





I'll see you all soon--in my Pajama Jeans, of course.

Doing the Do

We've been busy little bees. I find that I need to get out of the house every day or I go stir crazy. I'm a busybody--always have been , always will be. I have been researching music classes, library hours, gyms, museums, etc trying to find fun options for each day. It's fun getting out and staying busy.

I got a free jogging stroller from my friend Amber, and started hitting the local trails around here. I've been doing a weekly stroller hike with friends--it's with a local non-profit group dedicated to get your kids outdoors. And it's been sunny and beautiful here!


We bundle up and hit the trails. It's good for B to get fresh air, and it's good for me to get moving. I wear my fancy Skecher's Shape Ups, and they trick me into thinking I am working on a Heidi Klum behind as I walk.

My good friend Kristine joined me when we hit the Baylands in Santa Clara.

B is now freely giving smiles to everyone she meets. She's a happy and mellow baby.

She recently found her tongue as well

We stopped in to see the Ford family--I was a nanny for their family when I was 20. Their daughter Hillary was 5 when I met her. She's now 20, and a junior in college. She thinks it's weird that I have a baby, and I think it's weird that she can almost legally drink.


Poor, poor Logan. He has been so neglected. He ran by and left a stinky whiff behind him--ugh. I took him in to the pet washing place. For $15 you get to hook your dog into a little pet tub, shampoo and then dry them. He hates it.

To make up for it, I bought him a new dog bed and a fancy new green tag with my updated phone number. He forgave me.

Despite all of her good qualities, Beezie has 2 very naughty habits.

Stealing my milkshakes....just kidding about this one. But I love this pic.

And watching TV. This is Lancer and Beezie taking in a show.

She is a total TV junkie! Well, she tries to be. We catch her watching the boob tube all the time. We now have to block her view with a pillow so she won't rot her brain. This Momma ain't gonna raise no fool.

Join us for some of our adventures...if you can catch us!

Logan is on Thin Ice

Logan is on a naughty kick these days. I got home on the late side last night, and made an english muffin to help settle my stomach while I took my 8 million gag-worthy prenatal pills. I settled onto the couch, and set my plate on the couch beside me.

In a brazen act of thievery, Logan jumped up on the couch and got in 3 solid swipes of jam and cream cheese before I screamed at him and knocked him off the couch. The last time I screamed at him like that he was a puppy, and I literally scared the pee out of him. I told him that he was naughty and bad, and told him to go to his doggie den immediately.

I didn't hear a peep out of him for a solid half hour. I crept into the kitchen, and saw the most apologetic and contrite face peeking out of his doggie den. He couldn't even look me in the eye.

Note that his door was open, and he could have crept out at any time--except he knew he would face my wrath again, so he stayed put.

We had a little chat about why his actions were wrong, and he let me know it wouldn't happen again.

During our break today, I told my students about the muffin-snatching. I went out to get some snacks for them, and when I came back I saw this little drawing on the board:


My cute little student explained that the picture was of me holding a muffin--I was crying because Logan had eaten it, and I was really hungry. I got a serious laugh out of it, and felt much better. When I got home tonight, I played with Logan a little to let him know we were okay. He learned a valuable lesson learned by his dad a few months earlier--you do NOT mess with a pregnant woman's food.

Happy 35th to my Baby!!

Not this baby...

...this baby!! Look at Baby Dobbie--he was so little!

Baby just turned 5, which is allegedly 35 in dog years. Baby is older than me! I'm okay with that--he's still my baby.

I know he can't really read this down the line, but I thought he deserved his own post. Don't we all love being showered with accolades? I know I do.

1. When we picked him out, there was a pool of 9 puppies whining and playing. It was the single cutest thing I have ever seen. We read in a book that you should stare the dog down--if they stare back without blinking or looking away, that is the litter psycho. If you have one that never, ever looks at you, that is the runt. We did the test, and baby looked away, then back, then away. He passed.

2. He was the only redhead in his litter.

3. When we brought him home, we didn't really know what to do with him. We ran around the yard with him a little, then sat there wondering what to do when he got tired.

4. We loved playing Demon Dog with him.

Demon Dog

5. We spent forever trying top pick out his name--then settled on Logan, since that was where Lancer went to college.

6. We bought his full-size doggie den for when he was grown. Since he was so small, we boarded it up, only leaving the front 1/4 for him. We left it on a little too long, and thought we stunted his growth. Turns out he's an English lab, and they're smaller in size. Phew.

7. This is my favorite photo of Logan--we titled it "on the lam"

8. We freaked out one day when we thought we discovered a weird growth. I ran him to the vet, and then informed me it was his belly button. Doi.

9. He really, really hates that blasted head cone. I hate making him wear it.

10. His name is officially Logan Dogface Jacobs. Lancer's dad gave him the middle name--it's what he calls him when he sees him. It started as Logan, then Logie, then Dogie, then Dobie, then Dobbie. He also answers to Baby and Lil Guy. ;)

11. He once charged Bon-Bon as she bent over to put something in the cupboard. We still laugh about that one.

12. When he was little, I yelled at him for some infraction and he was so scared he peed. I felt like a bad mom.

13. Logan taught Lancer a lesson, too. He did something naughty once and Lance gave him a good scruff shaking. His shoulder still hurts 3 years later.

14. I had no idea he could jump this high. I was totally surprised, per my face.

15. Most of the Dobbie tales involve his schemes for food. He is a non-stop, eating, vittle thieving machine.

16. He ate the door handle of my car on the way to his trainer. Gee, I wonder why he needed a trainer?


17. In true "kid" fashion, we buy him a huge bin of toys, and his favorite thing to play with is a crappy, old, chewed up bag.

18. Most of the ornaments on our tree have to do with Logan and our world travels

18. Logan is the most polite, well-behaved dog you will ever meet. People are amazed at his gentle demeanor.

19. He doesn't bark--ever. Unless there's a squirrel or a cat, and then he's all over it.

20. I can't watch Marley and Me without bawling--I can't imagine not having Baby as a part of our little family.

21. He has webbed paws, and puts them to good work


22. He's happiest in a big, open, green field. Give him a stick, and he won't want to leave. When he does move on (SOB!!!!) I will envision him here, running around, waiting to see me again.


23. I believe he has a little soul, and that all dogs go to heaven. Cats are negotiable.

24. He is always, always happy to see us, and excited to play. He's all about fun. Lance says he is the dog version of me.

25. Lancer lets him come and wake me up in bed. He flies in, jumps all over me, and then has to leave because he can't stop himself from chewing on our comforter.

26. When he was little, he would whine on walks. Lancer would pick him up, snuggle him, and walk home with him in his arms. He didn't have the heart to make him walk.

27. Kids love him. He's a good "intro" dog for them because he doesn't bark, bite, nip, or jump.

28. He demands pets and rubs before entering his doggie den for the night. In the morning, he demands pets and rubs before going outside to eat.

29. He loves his pets and rubs--if you place food in front of him, and then start with a good rub, he is totally conflicted...

30. ..But will always choose food. Cause that's my lil guy. Plus, he knows pets and rubs are plentiful round these parts.

Happy Birthday Lil Guy. You make our lives so fun, and we're so happy to have you in our little family. We love you.

Space Dobbie

What do you get when you combine America's favorite dog....

...and space-age technology??

Why, you get a Lil' Satellite Head!!! Poor Dogface. He got an infected callus on his elbow, and had to have surgery. Since he's unreliable and eats everything he can get his fat little paws on, they had to give him the ol' doggie halo.



See how happy he is?? NOT. Now I know where they get the term puppy-dog eyes. I feel bad for Baby. His halo is so wide, and our halls so narrow--he crashes into walls, chairs, and us. I took him for a walk the other night, and he bonked into trees, signs, and cars. It was a sad sight.

Here's wishing Dogface a speedy recovery--may his next halo-filled days be filled with belly rubs and nummy bones to get him through the weekend.