Here are some pix from the half marathon that came through our neighborhood this morning. Since we were blocked from going south-bound anyway, we walked down to take a look. Some notable sights in the half hour or so that we were there: 2 separate men running barefood (see pic #2 for one of them), a couple running with their Dalmatian (pic #4), and 2 people pushing jogging strollers. My cousin Andrea runs marathons, and Lauren offered to sit in a jogging stroller for her in the next one.
The funniest thing of all, though, was a guy I saw laughing and chatting with cops. To get the background story on this one, you'd have to understand that for weeks, we've had signs informing us that Venice Blvd. would be closed from La Cienega to the beach on 11/16 from 6:00 a.m. until noon. Then if you were on our street, halfway down you'd see a sign "Venice Blvd. closed ahead". Then if you proceeded all the rest of the block to Venice, you'd encouter a parked "Parking Enforcement" car with its lights flashing parked diagonally across the road, yellow tape blocking the road off (see pic #1) and also a motorcycle cop from LAPD in full uniform.
So, now that you have the background, after I saw the guy get led away in handcuffs (still laughing) and his pickup truck get towed away, I ran into our neighbor who'd talked to the cops and gotten the full story. Apparantly the guy drove to the end of the street up to the barricade, rolled down his window down and slurred to the motorcycle cop, "Kin I turn right here?". The cop asked him if he'd had anything to drink (at 8:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning, mind you!) and he said "yeah, only a few". So then he got out and they gave him a field sobriety test which he gigglingly failed.
We're all fine, the drunk guy didn't hit anyone, so we can all laugh at him! And that is what I should have taken a picture of! But you'll have to settle for these. :)
Well, I have a "newborn" no longer! Yesterday, William hit the 2 month mark and today he had his doctor visit and first set of shots. :( We didn't give him the recommended hepatitus shot at the hospital because we did not think he would be having sex in his first few months of life. The kid's "advanced", but not that advanced! Anyway, he got it today. The shot, not the sex. And he's weighing in at 15 pounds, 12 ounces and measuring 24 1/2 inches long. That's the 98th percentile for height, weight and also head size, which I didn't write down because I don't really care about it. I can tell you which of my friends are tall, which weigh a lot but ask me who has a big head and I have no clue.
So, you must be wondering what the kid is up to these days. Or you must not give a shit but you are taking time out of your busy day, anyway, to read this, and I'm going to tell you. He is able to stand up by himself, smile at us, make that face where he pretends to pout but with a twinkle in his eye and instead smiles, hold up his own head and...oh, he can do our taxes this year! Okay, maybe not that last one. He can provide tax assistance by being our second deduction, though, yay! And okay, maybe not that first one either. He can sort of "stand" if we put him in a standing position and also hold him loosely, it feels like he's standing though! So can we count it? Think I will!
One day I will have to show them these photos from this morning, when they're older and fighting! See, you once got along so well! Every morning William would wake up first and go in with Mommy to wake Lauren up. Then she would say "Oh! My brother! Let me give you a kiss!" and play the game where she pretends "I'm an only child, I'm so sad about that, have you got a brother for sale?" and I "sell" him to her.
Frequently tired mother to a happy 7 year old daughter and 2 year old son. Wife to a worthsmith who argues for a living. Employee to a really cool un-Lumberg boss at a large Office-space-esque institution of higher learning. Currently stationed at home, working from my laptop. Condo dweller in the heart of screenland who misses NY & snow.