Sunday, August 16, 2009

Day at the Park

Auntie K and I spent an awesome Saturday with Norah at Stafford Park. She had a great time watching dogs, kids, and a scary pirate performing at a birthday party.

She revealed her inner rock star as soon as the sunglasses came out.



She was a little timid on the play structure at first (it didn't help that it was sooo hot), but pretty soon she got the hang of it.




Once she got to the bottom of the slide all she wanted to do was climb up the wrong way (see video in the next post).





Auntie K got in some serious loves.





A great day.

Aunt Amy Comes To Visit

Last weekend we got two aunties for the price of one when Amy came to visit. It was a quick trip but a ton of fun. Well, a ton of fun until Kristin got everyone sick. Thanks again for that one, sister....

Friday we took a girls only road trip up to Calistoga (right outside of Napa). On the way up we stopped for a little champagne tasting.



Our ultimate destination was Indian Springs Resort and Spa. The ultimate in 1950's kitsch, Indian Springs is situated atop natural geysers. We did the mud bath treatment, where you are dunked in a tub of volcanic ash, soaked in pure mineral water, steamed up in a traditional steam room, and then wrapped in towels and cooled down with cucumbers on the eyes. It was very different, but very relaxing. Here is K waiting to be taken back for her treatment. We were pretending to be celebrities at rehab (the whole place totally had a 'rehab in the desert' feel to it).

As a patron of the spa we were also granted access to the pool. Floating in that pool was peaceful, restorative, and nothing short of spectacular. It is pure mineral water (I tasted it) and crystal clear. It is naturally heated anywhere between 90 and 102 degrees. I was afraid it would be hot and uncomfortable, like a giant hot tub, but it was perfect.








On Saturday, BVZ got us tickets to the Giants game. We met up with good friends Jim and Michelle, and took advantage of cheap beers at the Java House outside of the stadium.




We have the worst luck when it comes to taking Norah to sporting events--it is always boiling hot. Everyone took turns walking up in the shaded area with her and she enjoyed the people watching. At one point A and K got her a certificate recognizing that it was her first Giants game. Apparently it took the people in the certificate booth a couple of tries to get her name right. Poor kid.



This is the mascot Lou Seal (get it? Lucille?). BVZ had the brilliant idea of getting Norah's picture with a giant, scary, stuffed seal.

As you might imagine Norah loved it. This was right before she commenced screaming.

Sunday was all about Half Moon Bay (or as A calls it, Moonshine Bay). We got up and out the door early so that we would hit the tide pools at the best possible time.



We were there for about an hour before the tide really started creeping in.


But we saw a decent amount of fun stuff, ameobas and the like.







My great triumphant was finding a starfish.



It is hard to tell in this picture, but the harbor seals were hanging out really close to the shore. They came closer and closer once the tide moved in even more.

We let Norah out of the backpack and she went nuts playing in the sand and collecting rocks.


She found a rock with lots of little crevices and couldn't stop sticking her fingers in the holes.




A and K took her down to the water to swim with the seals.


This was her favorite move of the day.



A fun weekend with great company. Let's do it again next month. Please?

Thursday, August 13, 2009

The Plague

Norah is recovering nicely from her bad cold and subsequent ear infection. BVZ and I, on the other hand, got her cooties and are now miserable. I have loads of updates to post but only have the ability to complain and eat soup. Here's a picture of Norah at the beach to tide you over. She was really into collecting rocks and, shockingly, didn't put a single one in her mouth!

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Icky, Sticky, Sicky Girl

Aunt Kristin got to town on Friday. We've had a lovely time with her here, even despite the fact that on Monday she seemed to be feeling a little under the weather. But, I had to go to work on Tuesday and so Auntie K and Norah were left to have a fabulous day. Which they did. But, by the time I got home at 5:00 pm, Norah was really off. Not eating, feverish, glazed eyes, really sad and grumpy.

Last night we had a sick, sick, sick baby. She ran a 103.5 degree fever, puked more than once (straight down my back--Tylenol makes her gag), cried and thrashed, etc. It was a tough night. The advice nurse assured us that it was something she just had to work through and to not panic until she reached a 105 degree fever. I have no ability not to panic. I stayed home from work today and although she had a few moments when I thought she might be on the mend, for the most part she stayed really sick. I made a big mistake this afternoon by deciding that we needed a field trip to get out of the house and should go to Target. Bad idea. By the time we got home it was clear we weren't getting out of this without a trip to urgent care.

Convinced it was the swine flu, I threw her in the car (and considered quarantining Auntie K) and took her in. She doesn't have the swine flu. She does, however, have a severe ear infection in one ear. Are you kidding me? Over the past 13 months I have spent approximately $18,000 on co-pays just to have the doctor tell me she doesn't have an ear infection. The ONE TIME I don't even consider it to be a possibility is the one time she actually has one. I am bummed our perfect record is now broken, but so thankful I know what's wrong with her.

She got dosed up with Motrin before we left (I know it is controversial, but man, that shit works) and picked up her antibiotic on the way home. Thirty minutes later and I had my baby back. I found these awesome itty bitty popsicles at the store and that's what she is walking around with. Adorable.