one month old

I've been told by so many people to enjoy these early days 'cause it all goes by so quickly. It's true! A few days ago, I changed him into his homecoming outfit and it was too small. (sniff. sniff.) Earlier this week, he shared with grandma his first little chuckle. I can't believe our little one turned one month old yesterday. There are times when it feels like we just arrived days home ago. Maybe because several days seem to mesh into one long day with our new round the clock schedule? Happy First Month, Le Bebe!

our first week home

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, there's a light breeze, and all is well in Poway!

THANK YOU to Grandma (x2), Grandpa, Chris, Nic, and Diondra for your help and support! There is no way we would've been able to be here, in our new home, without you.

Day 1:

• Welcome home, Cole! yay!

Day 2:

• 8:00 am - Moving day. (Because we didn't think bringing home baby as new parents wasn't challenging enough...) Boxes everywhere.
  
• First visit with the pediatrician. Jaundice is coming back. Need to get checked again tomorrow.
• Feeding times every two hours...really?

Day 3:

• Jaundice is back and we need to use a biliblanket. Though it was tough to have a layer of separation between us, I was glad to be able to have him home with us instead of under the bright lights in an acrylic box back in the hospital.
• Brian and I are delirious from lack of sleep, but are honing our note taking skills. Does it matter that we don't remember writing down most of the stuff we logged?
  
• Unpacking the kitchen -- Chris, Nic, and Grandma have been unpacking? Wow, thanks! I didn't even notice the activity in the house.
  

Day 4:

• Hormones are taking me for a ride - I cry alligator tears of joy every time I look at Cole and/or Brian (how'd I get this lucky?), then have a giggle fit when I mistakenly think a security guard is a fireman at Target (Virgie: Think back row of the 29 Sunset)
  
• Continue to try to fit in errands/tasks between feedings
  

Day 5:

• Yay, poop! I know this will be the last time we will ever be thankful to see poop.
• Whew, our first day without any dr. appts or errands/tasks on our plate. I can't remember what happened this day though.
• Still delirious - Things we find while unpacking disappear again before we reach the destination for that object. "Can you call my wallet?" Too bad this only works for phones.
  

Day 6:

• Beginning to get my head out of the sleep deprived fog...feeling somewhat alive again
• Another yay! -- lab results are good and the biliblanket is history! I get to hold my baby close to me again!
• Bye, Chris and Nic! Thanks for coming over to look, just look, at Cole :-P
  

Day 7:

• Our first somewhat normal day. We actually have a table cleared and ready for dinner and watch tv together. Correction, I sit in front of the tv and fall asleep...only to be woken up by the little one's desire to feed.

I'm the happiest gal alive and have SO much to be thankful for!

we're "powaiians"

Yay, the deal is done and we closed on our house yesterday!

It's been a long journey which tried both B's and my patience. Can't even count how many times we've had to switch off on our tag teaming and said, "I'll take care of it this time". It took a lot of work on our side to keep on top of everything during the process, but we knew it'd be worth it in the end.

We will definitely grow into this house. The timing is cutting it right down to the wire, but we're SO glad to know that we'll be bringing our little one "home" when he's ready to make his appearance to the world.

The house is in Poway and is minutes from my office. We think folks of Poway are called Powayans, but we feel more da kine. Aloha!

womb sounds

Another trip to L&D due to high bp last night. This time, our OB (Dr. Dunn, a.k.a. "Double D" as we like to call him) was on call, so I got to skip the part about giving the doc my history. So the drill goes like this: Go into a room, provide a sample, lie on a bed, have the fetal monitor band velcroed around my belly, wait for the lab tech, "youch" a needle, bp goes down to levels lower than any I record at home, wait for the lab work, bp lowers even more, labs come back normal, "whew", head back home.

B theorizes that they're pumping something in the air ducts that lowers my bp. Since Double D was there, we got to joke around and run it past him. He actually beat us to the punch line and suggested there's a certain zen in the room that calms me down.

Curious to try to figure out what the magic formula is, my theory is that hearing the baby's heartbeat is the missing factor at home. Since then, I've been listening to the CD of womb sounds which I picked up anticipating the need for an arsenal of sleep aids for the baby. Seems to be helping! We got a two-fer on the CD - works on mama too. ha!

mr. big brains

Today was the first of a series of twice weekly visits for the remainder of my pregnancy since I'm considered to be in the "high risk" category. During each visit, I'll have an amniotic fluid index (AFI) ultrasound followed by a non-stress test (NST).

The tech's first question during the ultrasound, "Has he been measuring big?" "Not that I know of", I replied. She mentioned that his head is measuring large, about two weeks ahead of what she was expecting. great. First thing I thought of was, "What will this mean for my delivery?" Oh well, nothing I can do to control this. As long everything else is progressing well, that's all I'm concerned about.

The way I see it a larger head means more brains!

room to breathe

A couple of weeks ago, I was noticeably short of breath. It didn't matter if I just walked up the stairs to our front door, was talking in a meeting, or was simply sitting still. I know it's a common experience, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless. It didn't help that I just started taking meds to lower my blood pressure about the same time. Made it hard to determine what was causing the breathlessness. Maybe a combination of both?

Last week, after another visit to L&D to monitor my bp after another high reading, I was placed on modified bed rest. Eeks. At first it was hard to come to terms with having to stop working so abruptly (and three weeks earlier than expected!), but always knew where my priorities laid. Baby comes first.

On a call with my mom later in the week, she commented that I sounded like I was struggling less for breath while talking. She was right. I was able to take deeper breaths again. ah, lightening. Just another sign that we're coming along the final stretch...

We're on the final stretch on the house hunt as well. We've got a couple more checklist items left to complete this week, then will hopefully be able to close this Friday(!). The house has plenty of room and we're looking forward to having family and friends come for a visit.

merbaby

This week was baby week for us. We started taking childbirth classes, took a hospital tour, registry gifts are trickling in, and got to end the week with a belly painting!

I found out through my multi-talented prenatal yoga instructor, Shelly, that the UCSD Midwife Services is celebrating their 10th year and is offering a week's worth of free events. Of all the events, the belly painting/dance party sounded like the most fun. My co-worker, Mikala, thought the same, so we went together.

For my belly design, I wanted an underwater theme. I even wore my favorite mermaid/ocean-themed socks for inspiration. Shelly, who happened to be my belly artist as well, and I tossed around a couple of design ideas. When she suggested a merbaby, I was sold! Lots of women with fabulous belly designs. Mikala's "Bean" painting was adorable.

Following the painting, we had fun doing prenatal belly dancing. I felt a little hippy-dippy doing it at first, but after a few hip circles and shoulder shimmies I realized how good it felt. What a nice way to loosen up the joints and encourage movement and creating space for the little one in the belly.

The event was fabulous!

one down

When I found out I was pregnant, I didn't know what to expect, but always thought it was going to be tough to adjust to an ever-changing body. After an entire summer of house hunting in this ridiculously tight market and looking for a minivan, turns out the pregnancy is the easy part.

I have lost far too many hours of sleep, nearly pulled my hair out on multiple occasions, and shed buckets of tears over the houses we didn't get, the ones on which our offer was accepted and spent hundreds of dollars on inspections only to cancel over some weird buyer contingency at the 11th hour, making arrangements to test drive a van and finding out it was sold right before leaving to get there, etc.

Today is no exception to this experience. We're in escrow for the third time. This house is a fixer and is being sold as is. Unfortunately, the inspector we used totally screwed us and placed us in a very vulnerable position. He didn't check the plumbing...didn't check for leaks 'cause "faucets tend to leak in older homes." huh? So, here we are scrambling to find out more about the house...and, of course, shelling out more $$ for more inspections to determine if it's worth our $$ to continue with the sale. Thankfully, we'll have our go/no-go decision by Thursday. Our inspection contingency ends on Friday...talk about cutting it close! So, we'll table this drama until then.

This past weekend, the universe was on our side (finally)! Since the market for used Siennas is just as competitive as housing, we decided to broaden our search to include Odysseys as well. We met the seller at our mechanic's and took the Odyssey for a drive. Instantly, it was clearly much more comfortable to drive. Fortunately, it was also in pristine condition -- both physically and mechanically. The sellers were a dream to work with too. Our mechanic came out of his garage and told us this was "a good one" which would provide us "many years without big problems". whew.

We sealed the deal later that afternoon. When we got home, we sat in the van in our carport and watched the demo DVD using the wireless headphones without feeling an ounce embarassed. This van has more features than we really need, but I'm sure we'll grow into it very quickly...and I'll be able to reclaim the hours I've been spending scouring car ads.

hiccups

When B came into the room to wake me up yesterday morning, I was already awake. The little bun woke me up a while earlier with lots of activity. B placed his hand on my tummy to check out what was going on in there and felt a rhythmic pulse. We were baffled. I motioned that maybe the little guy was punching around like a boxer in training which made us laugh at the silly scenario.

Later that evening, I took a look at a baby site my co-worker mentioned and read about what to expect at 27 weeks. Turns out the little guy had hiccups this morning! Ah, now that makes more sense than him training for a boxing match. So cute. Well, as cute as you can imagine a small being hiccuping in a sack of amniotic fluid.

My surprise for B arrived in the mail yesterday. Good timing since he's been so immersed in the PS3 these past couple of days. Guess I better be prepared to be outnumbered in this household by gamers.

back 'n belly

I like when I can post about a sewing project. It's been months since I've touched the sewing machine.

A little while ago, I bought a back 'n belly pillow as a splurge to prepare for the days I'd need the support while sleeping. I ended up using it much earlier than expected 'cause it was so comfy. It feels like sleeping in a cloud of pillows. One thing I don't like about it is the pillow covering which came with it is hard and scratchy.

It's been so hot lately that I abandoned the pillow 'cause it was too hot to be blanketed by polyester fiberfill -- even with a fan blowing directly on me all night. Propping pillows around me has been the alternative, but it's doesn't do the job as well. Last night was the first night in weeks that we slept without a fan which means the pregger pillow will be back on the bed soon.

I spent the afternoon making a new pillow case for it. I bought the fabric shortly after the pillow arrived in the mail, but hadn't gotten around to it. By coincidence, it happens to have turquoise in the pattern which goes with a comforter cover I just picked up at Ikea the other week. I'm thinking my color choices might've been subliminally influenced by the little boy blue I've got kicking around in my belly.

Looking at the scraps on the ground, I realized I had enough fabric left over to make a woobie cover for B. bonus.

Next project of the day: avocado ice cream.
Another splurge since I'm going for the real deal, not froyo. All weekends should be long weekends.

lake poway with kojo

Something about weekends makes me wake up earlier than usual. Our original plan was to head out to a flea market, but scratched that for a lazy breakfast...until I pulled up the weekly ad for Tarjay and blurbed out that the PS3 was in stock. I don't know why I encourage B's hobbies (not that he needs any help from me to keep it going), but I saw it on the ad and off we were as early bird shoppers.

Since our next errand wasn't going to be until an hour and a half later, we brought our small collection of bread heels to Lake Poway to feed the ducks. The lake was misty because of the marine layer that blanketed the area earlier. (Made for a very humid morning. I hope relief is on its way for this heat we've been experiencing this summer.)

B made friends immediately with a statue of a mountain lion by the concessions stand who he named, Kojo.

We sat on the rocks by the water and fed the ducks. I was okay with this until the geese came by and stood right next to us. I'm not a fan of geese. Bay Area folks know of the aggressive ones at Stow Lake who attack people on the walkway. Those guys ruined it for all the geese for me. I made sure we threw the bread pieces far away to discourage them from sticking around. A family with a little boy and a bag of feed arrived at the beach area and the geese moved on to them. whew.

Home from our excursions, B set up the PS3 and played his game. Looked like all the other games he plays. I don't get it. Why did we need another console in the house?

nutella froyo

I do it because I can...and because I love, love, love nutella. My next attempt at making frozen yogurt was supposed to be a healthier choice with blueberries, but it seems the Blueberry Monster hit up my fridge. Actually, my nephew stopped by yesterday, so there were two Blueberry Monsters.

My heart was set on making frozen yogurt, so I scanned the fridge and pantry for ideas and spotted my old friend, nutella. The first bite was a bit surprising 'cause I expected that familiar creamy, choco-hazelnut flavor, but got something less sweet and tangy instead. The second bite was much happier. It doesn't taste like nutella, but more like chocolate yogurt. I like it!

This almost turned into a rocky road, but the marshmallows in my pantry were past their prime. It's a rare thing for me to have marshmallows in stock. I bought them following a trip to NYC when I fell in love with the cornflake marshmallow chocolate chip cookies at momofuku milk bar. The intention was to try to recreate them at home, but I think planning another trip to NYC is a better choice.

Here's a simple recipe I threw together for my nutella froyo:
1 c. whole milk
2 c. nonfat vanilla yogurt
3/4 c. nutella

I mixed everything with a spatula in a bowl, then poured it into the ice cream maker. 25 minutes later, voila. The end product fit into the 32 oz. yogurt container and was placed in the freezer to "ripen".

magical circle

Our house hunting continues and we've broadened our search to Escondido in North County. Though it's been work to familiarize ourselves with the neighborhoods, it's been a good way to find hidden gems. (We found out that escondido means "hidden" in Spanish.)

While viewing a few houses last week during a lunch break, hunger pains hit me while we drove past Nayeli's Taco Shop. It was a hole in the wall and the carne asada was fantastic. B found out about Peterson's Donut Corner nearby which will come in handy since I've acquired a fondness for donuts these past three weeks. The reviews we've read sound promising. Too bad I haven't been in the mood for a donut whenever we've been in the neighborhood.

This morning, we decided to check out Queen Califia's Magical Circle in Kit Carson Park, another B find. There's a mosaic sculpture in Balboa Park which we think is by the same artist. These sculptures are in the back corner of the park down a dirt path. Once you see the circle of trees, you do enter a magical, whimsical place. There was so much to look at! Definitely worth another visit.

oh right, the beach

I'm sure my MN friends got sick of me saying how much I missed the ocean during the years I lived in the Midwest. Yet, I've been living just up the hill from the beach for a while now and I have yet to go diving or surfing and have only gone boogie boarding once. It's days like yesterday that are a good reminder that, "oh yeah, I'm so close to the ocean. I should go to the beach more often!"

My brother's family is in town and it was a perfect reason to bail on work and spend the day in Del Mar. He and Ashton (Del Mar code name "Jeremy") spent some time on a surfboard until I was able to meet up with them with our boogie boards. Me and my "plus one" waded in the waves while Jeremy caught the whitewash on the bb. It was nice to be buoyant, but I couldn't resist jumping up and over the waves and had to resort back to the blanket after jostling the little one in the mini ocean inside me.

We met Nic for lunch a few blocks in town and I got to have my fave fish tacos at Pacifica Breeze Cafe. Yummy, chipotle sauce! I always associate this place with fish tacos and a cold beer, but this Beer Friday, I opted for an Arnold Palmer. In a few months, my hoppy beverage and I will be reunited.

The chill out vibe continued through the night with pizza and video game night at our place. Jeremy painstakingly strained fresh pureed raspberries and blackberries of seeds while everyone else started off a game of Boom Blox so that we were able to enjoy fresh very berry frozen yogurt a mere 25 minutes later. mmm. A healthier alternative to rocky road ice cream.

Bonus: Nic and I got fancy haircuts by Auntie Jenet in the kitchen/frozen yogurt shop/salon!

rocky road

Though I haven't had my usual pre-pregnancy sweet tooth cravings, my vices of chocolate and ice cream have stayed with me. It's been warm and humid lately...perfect ice cream weather! Last week, I discovered Breyer's Rocky Road and it's D-licious! It's got a malted flavor and the almonds are covered in chocolate.

I don't usually eat ice cream everyday, but have been helping myself to it for the past two weeks. So, I made an effort to stay away. This lasted for two days. Last night, I couldn't resist and had some ice cream last night. This stirred up quite a lot of activity from the baby in my belly.

As he was stirring around, B felt lots of his kicks as he placed his hand on my belly. A little while into it, I started feeling a new sensation with the baby's kicks. Wouldn't say it was comfortable...

More kicking, but this time it was on the other side of my belly. Ah ha! What I was feeling earlier was him moving around! Cool.

scoping out the 'hood

More good news! Today, our offer on the house we wanted was accepted! We decided to drive by the house this evening to check out the noise level of our soon-to-be cul-de-sac. Must've looked odd for the neighbors to see us sitting in our car with our windows down and not talking...just listening. Joy, the sounds we heard were the neighbor's kids hanging out with their dad in their front yard, our future neighbor getting something out of his garage (lots of good tools to borrow!), birds, and crickets! whew.

Tried out a local taco shop, El Ranchito. It's hard to get past the front door 'cause there's a balloon lady who sets up shop at the front table twisting animal shapes out of balloons which all the kids swarm too. Good place for food too. We'll be back, I'm sure.

It's been hot and humid all week, but this evening felt like a mild summer night with a warm breeze.

This pic is for you, Auntie V! Don't get your hopes up for weekly photo posts though...

and so it begins...

Last night, Auntie V and Uncle D drove down to SD for dinner after a sunny day at The Happiest Place on Earth. Auntie V and I greeted each other at the door with a big hug. When Dave stepped up, I had to hug him 'cause his hands were full of bags. "Um, hi. What's all this?"

In true V-fashion, our quick hellos turned into an instant baby shower with a "windfall" of gifts. Seriously, I think she gave us enough clothes and blankies to last us through the first year...and this is only her first visit!

I think it was unanimous that the overall favorite piece was the Super Snapsuit, complete with cape. Too cute! We all wished in came in our sizes.

Needing sustenance from oohing and aahing over all the adorable things, we headed to Fidel's (yum, baby likes enchiladas!) where we laughed like old times. With a full belly, my bump was prominent and ready for it's first close-up. So, here it is! I can't believe how much I've popped in the past week...and I've started to feel "flutters". aww.

open season for shopping

We've been slowly leaking the news out about our bun in the oven. Due to my "advanced maternal age", our discussions with the docs have typically included identifying risks. Though I'm trying to enjoy my first experience, as you can imagine, this has caused a lot of anxiety as we wait for screening and test results. This week, we crossed one of our big hurdles and have received "good news" about our amnio results. whew.

To celebrate this milestone, I broke out my first preggo wear -- a pair of shorts from Tar-jay. They're still a bit big for me, but my regular shorts have gotten tight. There's no point in being uncomfortable, especially while lazing around on the weekend.

We also made our first baby purchase this morning, whoo. I found a listing for a Frog stroller on craigs. After researching the specs and reading reviews, it sounded like a good buy, esp. at a used price. It appears to be very gently used, practically new. score. We probably won't be buying much else until we can find a new home (another big life change!) since storage space is at a premium in our current abode. It'll add to our dining room decor for now.

Auntie V has been waiting patiently with great restraint to start her shopping spree of baby clothes. Ready, set, go! Actually, we'd love it more if she diverts the funds toward plane tickets so that she can come and spend more time with us once the little one arrives. Those visits will be priceless.

where the wind blows

We're just days away from the TEAM Survivor San Diego's first dragon boat race at the Arizona Dragon Boat Festival in Tempe. This team has come a long way from our first days together when the dragon boat team was put together last Spring. I have no expectation of placing at the race and feel getting there with a strong, dedicated group of cancer survivors enthusiastic about a new found sport (for us) is a self-proclaimed victory.

To commerate the event and honor those who aren't able to be with us in the boat, Becca, our team captain, and I got together for a quick craft project to create our TSSD Dragon Boat Team prayer flags which we'll hang along our tent at the event...and hopefully, every event thereafter for as long as the flags last.

Traditionally, the colors of the flags represent all of the elements and the Five Pure Lights, however we used hues of our team color, purple, which commemorates awareness for all types of cancers, similar to how pink is used for breast cancer awareness. We kept the edges frayed since the tradition is to let the prayer flags dissolve into the wind so that the mantras, or in our case, words honoring our loved ones, are carried to all beings. Poetic, eh?

These flags will be written on by our team members this week, but we've also prepared additional fabric squares which we'll make available at our event for others to share their words. We hope they'll donate some money toward our cause as well...after all, we're a volunteer-run non-profit and want to continue to provide programs such as dragon boating to women cancer survivors in our community.

The concept of these prayer flags has really touched my heart and hope that it's the beginning of a new tradition for my team.

itchin' for the kitchen

I've returned to Lady of Leisure status and recently got back from my trip to NYC to help my BFF get ready for her big move -- six blocks away from her current apartment. This was one of my favorite trips to NYC. I think it's 'cause I'm finally becoming familiar with the different "sides" of Manhattan.

I arrived with my list of restaurants and bakeries locked in my mind and had a plan. It was nice to visit my long-time fave, Angelica Kitchen, where I was reminded of their Dragon Bowl. This was a staple of mine back in the days when I was following a macrobiotic diet. I don't think I'll be going macro any time soon, but have started re-introducing the dragon bowl to my regular menu. I've already had my version of it twice since I got back!

Since I've returned, I've been on a cooking spree, inspired by my culinary holiday in NYC, making whatever comes to mind. I borrowed this book from the library and started my batch of no-knead bread right away. I've read raves about it on many blogs for some time and now I know why. The bread was so easy to make and was SO delicious. I think I have to ban myself from making the next batch 'cause I've been baking fresh bread every day ever since. We have been devouring each piece! B is boycotting the bread now because it's too easy to eat it all and he doesn't want to suffer the consequences of consuming all the extra carbs. One morning, he said he woke up with a bread hangover. ha.ha. I can't imagine not making this bread again, so I ordered the book.

While looking for supplies, I gravitated toward King Arthur flour. Originally, I was on their site for a plastic container to store the dough in the fridge, but ended up with their baking book as well. I'm planning on baking sandwich bread for B.

chumbama

I've been laid up on the couch for the past three days with the latest cold/flu bug that's been going around. I'm grrr-ticked off that I'm sick because people have been coming into the office when they know darned well that they've got something. So, their over it by the weekend and back at work while I miss the unseasonable summer-like weather on my days off, stuck inside taking over-the-counter drugs like clockwork. (I think the pseudophedrine is making me cranky, eh?)

Last week, one of my co-workers and I planned an inauguration viewing party (yes, during work hours...it's history in the making!) with cupcakes. I made the Obama-esque toppers with our logo thanks to a nifty app from Paste Magazine, but may not be able to enjoy the sea of Lilliputian rally posters on toothpicks (they are so cute!) because I may have to take another sick day. I'm considering dropping them off in the morning for the office crowd to enjoy, but I've been having slows starts in the morning with this cold and may not make it there in time. If we don't make use of these toppers, I just might head out to Legoland and sneak them onto the parade route of their inauguration replica built out of legos.

i won

Earlier this week, I received a call that my raffle ticket was the winning ticket for an opportunity quilt from the Country Loft. I've purchased so many raffle tickets for quilts that I really couldn't remember who they were or when I even entered their raffle, but I was totally excited to have won whatever it was. Turns out they had a booth at the past Race for the Cure in Balboa Park.

We picked the quilt up this weekend from their adorable shop which is a converted quaint house behind a white picket fence. The shop was chaotic and full of quilters. No sign of a recession in there. Turns out they were holding an Open House and the quilt enthusiasts were abuzz signing up for classes and buying supplies for new projects.

When I let one of the ladies know that I was there to pick up the quilt, the ears of the shop workers perked up and they all peeked in from various doorways to get a look at me. They seemed more excited than me!

The quilt is beautiful and filled with vibrant colors! They mentioned the quilt maker and quilters names, but I forgot them a few seconds after hearing them. Fortunately, one of the ladies suggested that they contact the quilt maker and have her create a label for me including the quilt pattern name too. They seemed happy to hear that I completed my first quilt last summer and made sure I had their class list in hand before leaving with the quilt.

lord have mercy

Holiday breaks spent with loved ones typically include mindless hours in front of the t.v. watching marathons of shows you didn't watch during the season (most for a good reason) and movies which didn't make the must-see list earlier in the year.

As I baked my test batches of Barefoot Contessa's pecan shortbread cookies, Steven Seagal's direct-to-video Kill Switch was playing in the background. This movie is priceless! I think his on again/off again accent is supposed to be Southern, but it sounds more like he's trying to channel his inner Isaac Hayes (who plays the Coroner). Now, imagine Steven Seagal referring to people as "Baby" using a Marky Mark intonation. In one scene, he used his long drawl to exclaim, "Lord have mercy!" three times. At one point, I almost thought he was going to call out to the po-po, but it was only half-baked as " the poh-lice". Not too surprised to find out that multi-talented Seagal wrote the script. (He's in a blues band too.) The fight scenes are just as awesome. While the stunt double is getting pounded, they splice in shots of Seagal throwin' punches and slicing the air with a knife.

Most memorable scene for me? When B pointed out that the bad guy and his soon-to-be victim enjoyed tea time before the crime and we noticed that we had the same exact tray. The tray was a thrift store find back in our old Hillcrest neighborhood and was featured as the background on one of my older posts.

What a way to start off my viewing experience for 2009. Let's hope I get back to sewing before I can get my hands on a copy of Above the Law when his accent changes to portray a master of Aikido.

Happy New Year!