This is Monito's new fake smile.. He has begun to pose for the camera ... but em and I are distressed by his adoption of the "fake smile" - at the same time I do sorta like the mischevious glint it brings to his eyes.
The adventures of a butch dyke in my 40's as I get knocked up, give birth, move cross country and back and discover that FTM also stands for Full Time Mom


Some shots of Monito and his Mommy as they nap their days away. Mom is recovering from working nights --- Monito is just recovering. I can't believe how very cute they are.
Now its time for me to do the dishes.
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Here is monito in the bib that he earned from the good folks at Harvard last week when he went in to participate in another early childhood development study. This time he watched film clips of happy shapes that "spoke" to him in English and in gibberish to measure whether he is responding to hearing his native tongue yet. I think he may have liked both the native & the foreign chatty blobs about the same... but I know that he likes his Rockin Ve Ri Tas bib --- Just Like Grandpa's study chair & just in time for Solid Foods.



Em likes to remind me that textiles are in her blood from way back in the family tree. When we were in SF we dropped into Chloe's Closet where she discovered this "hot little number". Cashmere, Imported from the UK, retails for .... 75 Pounds - saddly its a 0-6 month sizing which means we only have a couple more times to squeeze his handsomeness into this fine little number.

We did a LOT of eating on our trip out to SF - breakfast at St. Francis, Lunch at Zuni, Tea at Lovejoys, Veggie Asian in Berkeley and Valentinas and Zante from the old neighborhood. We also saw a lot of folks - family, friends, classmates - sometimes we even remembered the camera ... See my Tabblo>
These are Stefans shots of Eldon & Lil' Riley from our Lunch at Zuni -- home of the best chicken in the world - not to mention a great burger & a killer cesar salad.
It was a great chance to try and see if there is much family resemblance between these Reiley's --- what do you think?
Plus we got a couple good shots of mom1 and mom2 to boot.
... See my Tabblo>The boy did good on his flight out to SF. He is so much bigger now - on the first flight we were able to lay him on a pillow on the tray table - this flight he actually scored a seat and could do most of the ride in his car seat (yeah) - except when he fussed and Em did the mommy dance with him up in the first class cabin, ... See my Tabblo>


IF there were a contest to name the worst drive in America, I would know what to
enter and I would expect to win. Surely there cannot be a more congested,
dangerous and unpleasant set of roadways than the pastiche of highways that take
travelers from Boston to New Jersey....The trip is about 250 miles, and most of it is on highways supposedly built for convenience and speed. But it always takes at least five hours, for an average speed of 50 miles per hour. And on holiday weekends it can take seven hours -- that's averaging only 36 m.p.h.
To experience this pleasure, take the Massachusetts Turnpike west from Boston; at Sturbridge take Interstate 84 west through Hartford, Waterbury and Danbury, Conn.; then, in New York, it's south on I-684 through Westchester County into White Plains; west on I-287 over the Tappan Zee Bridge to the Garden State Parkway South and into the heart of New Jersey. In 31 years, I've made this trip hundreds of times.
Things usually go fairly smoothly in Massachusetts, though I have sat in two-mile backups at the Sturbridge toll plaza. Then comes Connecticut, whose name, I'm convinced, comes from an old Indian word meaning ''road work ahead.'' I've never made it through Connecticut without stopping somewhere in bumper-to-bumper traffic because of road repair.
Though Hartford, when approached at the wrong time of day, can be a traffic nightmare, it is Waterbury that holds a special place in the traffic jam hall of fame. Is it a reduction in the number of lanes that causes the inevitable tie-up? Is there some automotive significance in the giant cross (a relic of the defunct Holy Land U.S.A. theme park) visible on a nearby hillside? Is it simply Connecticut's way of saying, ''Take that, you snobby Bostonians and rude New Yorkers''?
How about an alternate route? On a map, it looks logical to avoid Waterbury by taking I-91 south from Hartford to I-95 and then go west through Stamford, Conn., and Westchester. But if there have ever been 30 consecutive minutes when none of that congested stretch of I-95 was a parking lot, I was not there to witness it.
Out of Connecticut, the driver finds respite in a 30-mile stretch of I-684 through Katonah and Armonk in New York. But the sweeping curve onto I-287 is a jolt back to reality. Suddenly and without warning, there is an overwhelming volume of cars, all screaming toward the Tappan Zee Bridge.
There is no mercy here. Don't bring beginners around here or they may return their permits. This is also a place where road work never ceases. Five-mile backups to the Tappan Zee seem almost inevitable. Even the breathtaking sweep of the bridge as it spans the Hudson River near Nyack, N.Y., does nothing to soothe the pain that by now is physical as well as emotional, afflicting the back and the knees. Car time has
been close to four hours.Heading south at Nanuet, N.Y., onto the Garden State Parkway and past the ''Welcome to New Jersey'' sign, there is reason for optimism: an easy-access rest stop... I have made this drive for weddings, anniversaries, birthdays, bar mitzvahs and a lifetime's worth of family gatherings. I swear I'm never doing it again -- until my mother comes out to the car, bursting with love and welcome, and says, ''You made good time!''
This isn't to say that I'm not looking forward to seeing all the N family, but I am a bit scared of making the trip with the lil guy.
Okay so it turns out that there IS a reason why these swingy chairs have straps in them.... same reason why they are so LOW and CLOSE to the ground. Yep, once your kid starts wiggling themselves around they can wiggle right out of these puppies. So, Monito took his first tumble - as I sat at the computer basically looking on nonchallantly (bad mothering magazine Sept 06 Issue) - but he took it great - Just looked up at me sorta surprised as he lay on the floor. No crying, No bumps (that I could see or feel).
Little Monito