Dear Ari (more) October 28, 2008

Happy two-month birthday! I don’t know when we are going to stop celebrating your monthly birthday — but not yet.

You are 24 inches long and almost 13 pounds today, but to us you are already larger than life. (Officially you are 90th percentile for height and weight — a 15-point jump from last month! But what about the other 10 points?)

You are sleeping more at night now, and less during the day. Maybe you are almost over your jetlag. You can hold your head up. Almost. And you can smile. For sure.

Yesterday your Ima convinced me that you do in fact have a personality already.

And we love sharing photos of you, like this one of you imitating your Abba. We do this on a device that, by the time you can read this, will be obsolete: the iPhone. (By the time you can read this, what was once called a cameraphone will be installed on the Intel chipset embedded in your face.)

You’ve had a great two months so far… keep it up! Your Ima and I love you like Wall Street loves a bailout. (This is also a reference that will soon be outdated because, in the world in which you will live, there will be no such thing as a street.)

Can’t wait to wish you a happy three months my son.

With every drop of crazy happiness in the world,
Abba (and Ima)

I understand now: drive-thrus are made for moms October 3, 2008

The lazy and obese have just commandeered them.

This morning I realized we were out of coffee. We’ve actually been out since Sunday, but I forgot and today was the first morning I had time/inclination to have coffee at home. (Otherwise it was a good week in coffee. I discovered that Coffee Bar, the non-Starbucks near my office, has a Clover. More on that later.)

At any rate. I realized that this morning, on my way to Target, I would really have appreciated a drive-through Starbucks. Walking to my local cafe with Ari would take an hour, driving is a little ridiculous, to say nothing of the parking fiasco (altogether this would take only slightly less than an hour), and I cannot and would not leave him in the car while I run in for 5 minutes. Hence the appeal of a drive-thru option. But alas, I live in San Francisco and I’m still at home drinking decaf. Boo.