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January 3, 2012

I was a fun mom in December!

We all know I spend a lot of time trying to figure out how to keep Addison moderately happy while I am completely stationary.  It’s still a tricky prospect, though I’ve appreciated the blog comments and suggestions I’ve received over the last few months.  Some days I resort to sitting on the kitchen floor and saying really excitedly, “Run around me.  Fast!”  She runs around in circles for awhile because being chased, even by herself, has got to be in her top three favorite activities EVER.  If only the kitchen were a little bigger and the floor a little less slippery, we would do it every day.  [As a side note, we spent Christmas at my aunt’s house, and Addison spent many happy hours chasing her little dog under tables and into closets — if you can come up with any non-allergenic animals/creatures/robots for her to chase, we’re all ears!]

But as I was saying, I was a fun mom in December!  Due to a really good month health-wise, we got out a lot and that is another of Addison’s true passions.  She had tons of fun, although you wouldn’t know it from this picture:

I was fun and more energetic than usual, but I was still cheap.  No $3 train rides for this little britches.  But it’s pretty fun to watch other kids on a train ride, right?

Anyway, this was in Long Beach where we met up with Kirsten and Lauren, two of my D.C. peeps that are now L.A. transplants — love that!  Lauren’s blog entry (we get our shout-out toward the end) makes our Long Beach excursion look much more exciting than I can because these are the only pictures I managed to snap (I really am a terrible photographer/videographer, but like cooking, it is not a skill I’m all that interested in developing).  But there was a lighthouse!  And a big hill to run up and down!  Huzzah!

As if that wasn’t amazing enough, the day before that, Addison and I made a quick trip up to Santa Monica to lunch at the Third Street Promenade with my grad school friend Emily (I didn’t even manage mediocre pics of this excursion).  It’s a funny thing because when Emily and I lived 45 minutes apart, we got together about once every 5 months or so.  But since I moved, we have unexpectedly seen each other twice in two months and on two different coasts.

I liked reading Emily’s brief write-up of our visit because she talks about all the smiles we received from passersby and restaurant-goers (a family at a neighboring table actually began feeding Addison french fries because she was so cute — and perhaps begging for their french fries, I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention :)).  I honestly think I am becoming a bit immune to all the attention because it happens everywhere we go.  We’re kind of worried that when she’s 3 or 4 and getting a little less adorable, she’ll be disappointed that everyone doesn’t applaud when she enters a room (but we’re planning ahead and trying to ignore her at home as much as possible so she realizes the whole world does not live for her).

Besides these fun friend excursions, Addison and I also hit this up:

Because why would you not want to celebrate tamales?!  No, seriously.  I’m obsessed with a good beef tamale.  Addison likes them too, see:

What?  There’s no tamale there?  Oh yeah, I’m cheap, so we didn’t actually buy tamales (plus since my mom works in Santa Ana, we have the hook-up to bigger, better, and cheaper tamales every day of the year).  But we did wander around, collecting free stuff (not by choice, I’m telling you, people give free stuff to cute kids ALL THE TIME!  Not sure what she’s going to do with a business card holder, but she loved the bag of chips and balloons!)  She was pretty mesmerized by the community chorus:

I was too, but mostly with the lady in the black leather pants and red scarf.  Most expressive face ever.

We were having some good times:

Until Addison insisted on pushing her stroller around through hordes of people instead of sitting still.

I was just spent, and we had to head home.  But not before she became part of a political campaign — one of the city officials campaigning there was so taken with her that he had her pose, hugging his campaign balloon, while he snapped some photos.  It all happened so fast; afterward, I could just picture her running for public office one day and those photos coming back to bite her: “As a toddler, you supported ___ for County Supervisor!”

Phew, that was a busy December!  Come to think of it, I went in reverse order (December 10th, 9th, and 7th) and it all happened in one week.  Dang, I was like Super Mom that week!  (Which perhaps explains why I was too worn out to get her Christmas presents, but she’s still too young to realize that, right?!)

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3 Comments »

  1. Wow, you have been busy! I try so hard to convey to Peter the attention that Addison attracts–it is so hard to understand unless you see it in person! But it’s hilarious and adorable and she is just so friendly. As someone who is not her parent, I wholeheartedly support clapping when she enters a room hahaha.

    Comment by kei02003 — January 3, 2012 @ 5:39 pm

  2. I love the part about the political campaigner—if that’s not a testament to Addison’s charisma, what is? I’m glad you got to have so much fun together!

    Comment by v. blanchard — January 3, 2012 @ 6:40 pm

  3. I sometimes put this song on for Camden when I need a rest: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0jQhxrkUAs&feature=related. I used to listen to it when I was little, but have yet to buy it, since we can just listen to it through youtube. Anyway, her running around you made me think of how Camden enjoys the same thing, so maybe this will help! :O) ha ha

    Comment by Meghan — January 3, 2012 @ 8:53 pm


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