Look Ma! No hands!

Every day, my babies learn something new. Every day is a new adventure or a funny moment. This weekend I was teaching them how to play with stacking cups. My little man crawled over to me and laid on his back looking up at me. I told him..."don't move" and then doing a near impossible task for an 8-month old, my little man stayed very very still. I then stacked three cups on his head as he balanced it while we both giggled (and he still kept them balanced!). Finally, I was laughing too hard and he caught the case of mommy's giggles that the little tower tumbled over...and he crawled away to a new adventure.

Next...Mommy will teach me to juggle.

abibas

I left a pair of flip-fops at work in case of emergency. You know, a foot emergency. When your feet just can't handle being in those cute pair of heels anymore. Since they flip-flops were only for "emergencies", I didn't want to leave a cute pair. What if I wanted to wear the cute pair but they were stuck at work? So I left a pair of my knock-off flip-flops I bought off a street vendor in Vietnam for 50 cents. They say "abibas". My abibas shoes are awesome and are the ultimate ghetto footwear. Perfect in case of emergency since I won't miss them or be wearing them on a daily basis as cute foot attire.

Little did I know...or really think through...that a foot emergency happens just about every other day. So these special abibas shoes make a constant appearance at work. So much so, that I've just gotten used to them and their comfort and slip them on when I get to work. I was blinded by comfort.

Then, one day I happened to mention my emergency shoes to my friend who decided that after my fur-lined crocs...this was strike two and that I am on my way to a shoe intervention from my girlfriends. (When did I become that girl?)

The other week I was wearing abibas around the office when one of my guy friends looks down at my feet and says, "what are you wearing?"

Man...I guess it's time for some new emergency shoes.

famous among random kids...at costco

The other week, I walked by the school near my house where a kid runs up to the gate and shouts out, "Hey! I know you. Remember I saw you at Costco?"

I am now, "that Costco lady".

get a map already, dude

I met up with my good ole' pal and buddy Tine for lunch today over at Google...you know, where I worked and practically lived for 5 years. After chatting on the phone, we agreed to meet in front of Building 46, "in front of that dude". I told her I was a minute away and she said she was heading out of the building.

So I got there....parked in front of the robot "dude" and sat waiting for my friend to make her quick exit to my car. 10 minutes later....where is Tine? I thought she was on her way out? So I looked around and thought maybe she had to stop at the bathroom on the way down or got caught by someone in the hall. Finally...15 minutes after saying we'd meet "in a minute", she calls me and says "I'm on the corner of Charleston and Huff". That means nothing to me. "Umm...I am in front of 46...I don't see you" Then she looks around and says, "Where?? I don't see you. I'll go find you."

"Oh, I'm right by the robot dude."

"That's Building 44!"

Dude. We are dorks.

Word to the wise. Do not give directions to others using the word "dude".

Probably not a good sign

It's probably not a good sign if your babies laugh when you say "No". =)