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up up and away

Dotty has three new friends. I think she identifies with them since, like her, they are round, airy and generally make the world a better place. Dotty met these friends at her great grandpa Karl's 80th birthday party. They didn't really connect there since Dotty was too busy making the rounds, meeting cousins and aunts. But a week later, at an intimate dinner at her great grandparents' house, they reconnected. And I don't want to be the one to gossip on my daugther, but they ended up coming home with us.


Honestly it is so cute to see her with the balloon buddies. She'll spot them when they are across the room and so I'll bring them over and she'll just start kicking her legs and waving her arms and her face goes crazy. She likes to hold on to them, or if she gets really excited I'll just tie the ribbon to her wrist and let her go to town. All the excitement gets her really tired though. Its always nap time after balloon time.

happy black history month

don't tell cory

no maggie gyllenhaal

say my name and it better be bootylicious because I look like beyonce

daddy dotty time

These babies are both a month old. Can you tell which is the dot and which is the dad? Hint: Dotty has no onesie near that rad.

biddy buddies

Dotty has boy cousins on the boy side and girl cousins on the girl side. These are her boy cousins. Her girl cousins live in Canada and so she hasn't met them yet, but by the looks of things she doesn't much mind.

look at this little guy

I'm afraid little kid Cory is still the cutest thing around. We'll see how much of this darling little face turns up in Dotty.
I sure hope a whole lot.
I have to say that the weirdest thing about having a kid is seeing pieces of yourself on another person. The only thing that I see of me in Dotty is my mouth. It is strange. Sometimes I'll look at her and just get weirded out. Its like she stole my mouth and I won't get it back, ever. I don't know where I got my mouth from, but it probably wasn't made just for me, so I shouldn't complain. But it is weird. These little squinty eyes you see on this little guy got transplanted on the little dot too.
Luckily not that big head.

don't get a boob job

I don't care what you say, big boobs just make you look fat.

The Happiest Place on Earth

Dotty's first trip to Disneyland. We took her on the storytime ride and she watched her cousins go on Dumbo. She also hung out with her cousin Oliver.

Don Rock

When I was at church recently, singing a hymn, I decided to sing tenor for a couple of the verses as I frequently do. My father-in-law was sitting behind me and I noticed that he too was singing tenor and I kind of felt weird singing the same melody as a fifty-something year old man. But then I realized that though I married into a family of music snobs, I do have one person with who I share musical tastes. Whenever I download an album that I love and miss and realize that I need, Cory informs me that it is one of Don's favorite. These include Elton John, Mama's and the Papas and Queen. I would love to see Celine Dion in Las Vegas, Movin' Out by Billy Joel in New York and I know all the words to "You are so beautiful" by Joe Cocker. I love Joe Cocker. I don't know if Don does, but I'm pretty sure.
When every other Lesueur is out oogling over "blah blah I'm so cool and new" band, Don and I will be at home blasting "Tiny Dancer".

factory girl vs. 7-11 boy

So I got my haircut today, because I just had a baby and that's the only thing about my body that I can change. I certainly can't do anything about these downgraded planets on my chest (they are roughly the size of pluto respectively). So I cut my hair. Now the whole idea for the haircut was to leave the front long so that eventually I might grow my hair out all one length (or that is the excuse I told Cory) but it also happens to look very edie sedgwick. Just in time for "Factory Girl".

The problem is in order to get the factory girl look, I need makeup and pomade and a cute outfit. In reality I just gave birth three weeks ago and truthfully cut my hair so I wouldn't have to look at a brush let alone use one. (why did I put that part about giving birth? I never want to brush my hair, and short hair looks better if you don't shower!) Well with no makeup or brushing or pomade or cute outfit -planets or ex-planets don't fit in cute outfits- I end up looking like a rough teenage boy from the late eighties/early nineties who you see at the 7-11 on your way home from school while waiting for your bus transfer. He's wearing tight light colored jeans, maybe they have a hole in the knee, maybe not. Pair those with a white t-shirt and a flannel shirt wrapped around his waist and there you have the intimidating adolescence for the sixth grader who is just trying to buy three chocolate bars for 99 cents. On the other hand, die that hair blond and it might just look like a brilliant artist who shares a birthday with Cory.
So Andy Warhol's muse or Andy Warhol himself. That is my new haircut.

In the spirit of Andy here are some other pictures I took while drafting this post.



OH NO



I'M SHRINKING!

mama mi-xa-lot

There is a commercial that says something about the watch you wear says the most about who you are. I used to think this was crazy. Nothing as insignificant as a watch could say as much as a house, or a car. But then I got my mixer. It's orange, its big and it mixes things. I love it. I think about what I can mix in it at least twice a day. So far I've only made cookies, brownies, pizza dough and biscuits. But someday I'll be more ambitious. One day I plan to make homeade noodles when I get the noodle attachement. I will make my own sausages. I will make my own green salsa with the food processor. This isn't a mixer, this is a lifestyle. And in this life, baby's got bake.

blogdot

So after seeing a slew of my friends' blogs on their lives with their new bubbies (read babies), I figured it was time that our little family put up all our poops and burps on the internet. I don't want this to be a blog all about the beautiful wonderment that is my dot, but rather something more, something of an outlet for my many opinions and views on politics and philosophy. The only problem is, I don't really have that many opinions.

I am finding more and more that in discussions, I'd much rather take the listener's role. While on a great blog with fantastic smart women, I find myself just reading and enjoying other people's thoughts. I used to think that it was because I was scared of conflict, or that I wasn't smart enough to think of something to say. But now I know that It isn't that I'm nervous about what others will think about what I think, but I don't know what I think. It is too fun to think about everything then just pick one thing to think. I think.

So I guess I'll be doing a lot of thinking about what to think about and I probably won't get a lot of writing down. Unless its about dotty, she's easy on the thinker and the eyes.