5 things you may not know about Snappy.

1. Her favorite muppets have always been Cookie Monster and Elmo, but lately Cookie has been pulling ahead. Mmm.

2. You know that part in Sneakers the Seaside Cat when the crab pinches Sneakers' paw? That part always makes Snappy cry. Loudly. (I think I'm going to hide that damn book.)

3. Her favorite songs are Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, The Itsy Bitsy Spider and Que Sera Sera, but will occasionally delight and amuse us by dancing to the gay dance station we listen to every morning...or the mid-90s alternametal on Daddy's Ipod.

4. If, for whatever reason, you were to ask her to name your new fashion line...or rock band...or BioTech company, she would most certainly choose the name BirdTrainDrum. Deal.

5. Despite all the books, classes, play dates, and fancy UCSF speech therapy techniques, Zelda has chosen Cat as her main language, followed by Duck. I think she really only plans to use English to talk about Mama or Rowl (aka the cat).

One mommy's trash...

When I first moved to this apartment a few years ago, I looked out the window and across the street, on the sidewalk, there was the cutest, wildest little muppet-in-real-life toddler banging away on a real, pint-sized drum set. So cute! So rock n roll!

Recently I looked out my window and noticed that that little rock star isn't quite so pint sized anymore.

Then. Last week. I looked out the window and spotted the little rocker's mom carrying those drums out to the curb. Huh? Free? Up for grabs! The coolest thing ever! A toddler's drum kit! Now, I know it sounds like a very, very crazy thing to want, but if you know my daughter, Sticks, then you know why I (stomache flu and all) ran down stairs and grabbed my noise-polluting little treasure before Sunset Scavenger carted it of.

I'll be hiding it until Sticks learns the difference between "indoor drumsticks" and "outdoor drumsticks", but she was OVERJOYED when I brought it in the door.

I'm so proud

Today at the park our Miss Snappy was crawling around at the feet of some older boys (3...maybe 3 and 1/2?) trying to get them to include her in their fun games, when one of them, clearly not interested in an infiltrating baby, kicked her lightly in the bum. Now, I say lightly because I don't want anyone to think that I just let preschoolers kick my baby. If it had been a real kick, Mr. Footsie would've gotten the Tsk-Tsking of his young life...believe me. But it was so soft, I wasn't sure she felt it. That is until she turned around, arms raised in her typical "I am under attack, please pick me up until all danger has passed" pose. I was about to do just that when she spotted the culprit, and, apparently, decided that she could take him and smacked him in the head.



I honestly don't know where she gets it.

Just call us Marina Grrrlz

Those who know me, know my reputation for hating on Marina Girls. From writing nasty web articles about them and the over-priced bars they frequent, to attending parties and administering drunken tongue lashings to anyone who says the words "Banana" and "Republic" more than once in a five minute conversation. So you can imagine my fear and loathing when I took Snappy to a music class in the Marina (anyone who has seen the "sticks" vid on MySpace knows why I had to do that). After class, we walked to Chrissy Field (god, they even name their public parks Chrissy...what next? Kaitlyn Wetlands and Nature Preserve?).

It was smoking hot weather, and the tide had created the perfect little toddler swim area. So perfect in fact, that while my little snappy was running around in a bathing suit...a lot of the moms were letting their little water addicts go commando. Wow. Skinny dipping toddlers. Pretty awesomely laid back for the Marina! Especially when you compare that experience with the moms who complain when I let Snaps play in the water play area at GG Park's Children's Playground because then their kid will want to do it too(Hey, don't blame me because you're not smart enough to bring a towel and bathing suit) or because she splashes (hey lady, you're standing in a pool of water at a playground...do you think you might....just might... get splashed?) Morons. (Oh. and btw, when your kid is having fun...let the kid have fun...don't keep saying "do you want to do this? Do you want to go there? Do you want to try this?" It makes you look like an idiot. Just let your kids play. Even if they're not doing something that is fun for you.)

Damn those Marina Moms for proving me wrong! I hope the water is just as fine next week.

The most adorable time of the year.

In just one short ridiculously adorable week, Snappy went to Half Moon Bay to frolic with babies and pumpkins and hop into a wheelbarrow with one of her baby friends, got dressed up as a bumble bee for a 1 year birthday party and dressed up like a wee mauve fairy rose/vert for the baby loves disco...too cute...brain going into cuteness overload...must look at something anti-cute. Quick. Someone email me more pictures of Britney's beave.

Oh and did I mention the fluffy bunnies? Yeah. She played with fluffy bunnies.

The Sister's Shower

My friends and I just threw my sister a baby shower and it kicked ass. The theme was tea party, but I drank Maker's Mark because it is the color of tea. Smurf and Muppet made fabulous food and Cherry and Dotty did the fabulouso decorations.

For funsies, we painted onesies with little designs like piggies and flowers and teddy bears and pegacorns, but the only shower game we played was the baby quiz because I was supposed to bring the diapers for the "candy bar in the diaper" game which was too bad because Smurf remembered the candy bars. (I'll post the baby quiz later.)

For now, here is a picture of the vegan chocolate dipped cupcakes I made.

Ren Faire

This blog is also late. But Snappy went to the Ren Faire in Golden Gate park last month and tried to join a guild. Here is a picture of her finding a treasure chest.