• Buddies,  Bug

    Baby Felix!

    Some of you know Felix. That’s not her real name of course but she comments on this blog from time to time under that name. Felix and I used to work together at the junk mail factory. Felix is one of my buddies from my old lunch bunch. We used to go to lunch all the time. (Back in the days before we all had kids.)

    A funny thing happened to my lunch buddies. We all got pregnant in the same year! It was in the water or something. Jbomb had her baby a few months before me and Felix was due a month after me. Nat is due this coming August. It’s catching.

    Felix had her baby a month early and guess who was in the hospital on the very same day we were? Felix and Baby Felix! You can imagine my surprise when I hobbled down the hall to my Baby Care Discharge Class and who should I see two doors down but Felix, her husband and her little four pound baby Felix! Surprise surprise!

    It’s been fun having a friend who has a baby almost exactly the same age as Baby Bug. We like to get together and compare notes. Baby Felix was born premature but is formula fed and she’s already caught up to Baby Bug in size! They both have the same jerky movements and they both drool a lot. Baby Felix has super long eyelashes and Baby Bug has nearly no hair at all. They make the same sounds and they even suck their pacifiers the same way!

    Unfortunately, Felix moved out to the boondocks but she still comes out to visit now and then. I’m trying to talk her into moving back to the beach but she has a house now with a real yard and washer and dryer… so I can sorta understand the pull of the boondocks. If it wasn’t for Toby’s job and my addiction to walking on the beach every day, I’d move out there in a second. But that’s not going to happen any time soon so we are just happy that Felix misses walking on the beach too and likes to come visit us.

    I really hope we all stay close. How cool will it be to show Baby Bug and Baby Felix these pictures when they are teenagers?

  • Beach Bits,  Tis the Season

    beach season

    It’s that time of year again. The highway is crowded with cars and you can’t find a parking spot for blocks. When you open the windows to let in the ocean breeze, you hear the mixing sounds of more than one car stereo. In the grocery store, pasty white bodies sport red shoulders and zinc covered noses. The smell of coconut lotion and the sound of sand on linoleum follow you down the bread aisle. Salty hair, tied towel skirts and sandy flip flops are the attire of choice… Can you guess what season it is?

    It’s tourist season!

    Baby Bug and I took a walk down to the beach in the middle of the day yesterday. Yikes! It was hot! I never noticed how sweaty the baby carrier can make you! I was dressed in a tank top and I had sweat dripping down my back. So unglamorous. I think Baby Bug is going to have to start liking the stroller soon.

    There were people everywhere, mostly kids. I love how kids universally love the beach. A little fuzzy-headed girl, (not much bigger than Baby Bug) dressed in a hot pink sun-suit ran ahead of us with such glee it made me want to kick up my heels and run after her. I asked her mom how old she was and her mom told me she was one. One! That means next year that will be me chasing after a little fuzzy-headed girl in a hot pink sun-suit.

    I can’t wait!