My baby's sick.

Guess what? The stomach flu is contagious!

We're battling a fever, vomit, diarrhea, and general yuckitude with Noah.

I hate to see my little boy sick.

P.S.- I can't believe he's coming close to a year old. It seems like he just got here.

Give it a whirl.

So, with these bright shiny new Disneyland Annual Passes Ella and I got, I've got lots of opportunities to take photos in a place absolutely built for the visually stimulated. I've been throwing my faves on Flickr, and have gotten some good feedback. The reason I like my Disneyland photos is cause they're a little different.

It's not just the standard "castle" shot, it's the castle in a weird saturation at an unusual angle. It's not just a picture of the Dumbo ride, it's a picture of the ride's entrance displaced to look more graphic against an overly saturated sky.

Aaaaaanyway, I decided to throw my pics on Imagekind, and sell them. Imagekind is great, cause you can buy just the print, a mat and frame, different textures, even printed on an art canvas.

So, for anyone interested in Disneyland photos as art, here's your new source.

http://hapamomma.imagekind.com/

My Opus.

Our bathroom is still not done.

but the floor is getting there....

Now, for my next trick....

... uhhhh, I don't know ANYONE who can pull off a cape, skinny jeans, and mocassin boots.

exceeeept, Claudia Schiffer.

Touche, Claudia.

Touche.

The Toilet Bowl

Super Bowl Weekend!! woo-hooooo!!!!

Wait. What's that, Ella? You want to get up four times a night and get exploding stomach pains and diarrhea??? Fun!

My poor baby's been battling this gastro crap since Friday. No school for her again today.

Worst. part. of. parenting.

The worst part of having sick kids is the helpless feeling. It's this engrained instinctual thing to want to protect them from every possible ache, pain, sickness, bad thought, papercut, etc. Trying to get my mind to remember that kids have to go through this, that we all go through it, is no easy task. It's as if every pain and tear is a personal attack on my parental self confidence. I don't really know another way to describe it. This instinct is so strong with me, this overprotective mama cub thing, that I do take it too far at times.

But right now, I don't really care. She's siiiiiick.

Gotta go check on the chicken noodle soup on the stove.

You know you're old when....

.. this is how you spend Super Bowl Sunday.






















To be fair, though, we did have some shrimp and veggie appetizers on the coffee table. I'm pretty sure the NFL constitutes that as a "Super Bowl Party".

Generally,

I am not a fan of spring. Or patent leather. Or bright colored accessories.





But I'll be damned is these things didn't make my mouth water with desire.