Mmmm . . . Grapefruit.

Isaac and I love Grapefruit!

It has become a sort of sacred "me and mommy" thing in our home. Isaac will eye a piece of grapefruit all day, but insists on waiting for me to come home so that we can eat it together.

This morning, Ashton insisted on getting into the action, but he was much more interested in 'taking care of Mommy' than in feeding himself.

The first bite he tried himself resulted in a sour expression followed by propelling the half-chewed fruit onto the floor. But he insisted that he keep trying, and seemed to enjoy it by the last bite.

Pre-Christmas Festivities

After a very eventful December we finally had a breather and enjoyed a little time together over the holiday break. Before going out to see Grandma we had a little Christmas celebration of our own. Here are a few of the pics:

Ashton getting a close-up with the stethescope. (I love his eyes!!!)

Isaac unwrapping their tool set.

The ensemble.

Ashton sporting safety goggles.

Tag: Heather's it.

OK Holly, this one is for you:

Rules of the game

1. Rules of the game are posted at the beginning of post.
2. The player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves
3. At the end of the post the players then tags 6 other bloggers, and posts their names.

1. I am addicted to fabric. I can spend hours walking up and down the aisles of the fabric store, looking, feeling, stretching, smelling each bolt of fabric, almost oblivious to the screems of my tired and hungry children. Many a project has been planned, pursued and then aborted after realizing that my schedule does not allow room for my addiction. I love listening to my grandparents talk about all the elaborate fabrics they worked with in their doll business. One of my lifetime goals is to make it to the fabric district in LA or NY.

2. I have the coolest feet in the world. One of my med school tutors would not believe me when we looked at a picture of somebody with soft tissue syndactyly and I told him that my toes looked just like that. Of coarse, I had to prove myself by busting out the toes. Basically, the webbing between the 2nd and 3rd toes only partially degenerated. When I was a kid, my twin sister and I used to call them our "twin toes" or "webbed toes." Many a joke have stemmed from the toes . . . and more are welcome. Just PLEASE . . . don't ask if I can swim better.

3. I have migraine headache . . . without the headache. After 5 years of nausea and dizziness a neurologist just diagnosed me with acephalgic migraine. This means I get the classic aura symptoms of dizziness, nausea and photophobia, but no major headache. So the next time I can't walk straight or my words are all jumbled, remember, it isn't alcohol . . . it's migraine.

4. I love dancing. You will notice that I didn't say I knew HOW to dance. When my migraine is in check (see above) I love to throw on the music, pick up the boys and boogy. I want to take swing lessons during my 4th year here to celebrate finishing med school.

5. I have an isolated, movie-dependent ADD. This is the bane of my husbands existence, because he loves movies. But unless it is a true classic, my attention span is about 15 minutes and then I am done.

6. I have a large collection of paint swatch samples. I love color, and have been know to get into heated arguements about the nature of different hues. When choosing a paint, I put up about thiry different swatches that look exactly the same to my husband and pull them off, a couple each day for about two weeks before picking the exact color. The main level of my apartment has pistacio green, "baltic green" and what my husband calls "creamsicle orange" painted all in the same vicinity. I wouldn't have it any other way. When I am having an especially bad day, I pull out the collection and just soak up the color . . . it's like comfort food.

I tag: Cami and Lamo, Rigby (that's you Heather), Nadia, Ari and Mel (36).

Dino Diddy

Isaac was very spoiled for Christmas (courtesy of Grandma and Grandpa, of course) and one of his favorite toys was a large, blow-up Tyrannosaurus Rex. The thing stands about 4 1/2 feet tall, and its ferocious smile and large claws have struck terror into many three-year-old hearts. That is, until we show them that one three-year-old kick can send the monster across the room . . . then they begin jumping on the poor thing to prove how tough they really are. Not many three-year-olds can say they have licked a 4 foot dinosaur.

Along with blowing off testosterone, Isaac loves to use T-Rex for more benign play like showcasing it with his many other dino toys as the centerpiece of his "dinosaur museum." But the best dino experience we've had came last Friday. Aukai and I came home from celebrating our 5th year anniversary (yes, that's 5 years!), to have our baby-sitters report that Isaac was gently helping the "T-Rex mommy" give a smaller, stuffed T-Rex baby "Mommy's milk." Apparently, he knows more about nursing than most of my med school classmates. I just about died laughing and congratulated Isaac on being so thoughtful. I didn't have the heart to tell him that a nurturing mommy T-Rex, if one did exist, would be more likely to feed her baby Little Foot than "Mommy's milk."