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Whether it was brilliant at the time or not, our Halloween anniversary has gotten trampled by the holiday for the wee Cobras. Anniversary night dinner? Nope, must go trick or treating. That's fine, being with our kids on Halloween makes the day about a thousand times more fun anyway. We just have to celebrate it some other day. This year was a little more special since it was our 5th

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Cobra-ella, the baby space girl and her steampunk Frankenbot brother. We are makers of things. Usually we make things on computers, but this year we both stepped out of our digital confines and made real things - with our hands. Last year, Mr. Cobra pioneered this new Cobra tradition by creating a Deadmau5 helmet for 3yo Dexter. This year he made Dexter into a steampunk Frankenbot.  Brixton

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The past 18 months have been a whirlwind. I was unable to capture the details of my daughter's babyhood as I had done with my son. I feel guilty about that. I don't have posts dedicated to her clapping or walking. I hardly have anything about the messy eating or the wonderful sleeper she turned out to be. I don't even have a post about her First Birthday party which her grandma and grandpa drove

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So we went to a small seminar on Kindergarten hosted by a couple of ladies that help place children in kindergarten. Yes this is totally absurd. Kindergarten shouldn't be complicated, but this is San Francisco. Nothing is simple or easy here. We were all for getting him into kindergarten next year, and we were hoping we would get a leg up on where to begin by attending this seminar. We can figure

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Life has given our most treasured assets - Dexter and Brixton, but it has also been traumatic the past few years. Sickness, deaths, stress and betrayal has filled the calendar days. We needed to take time for ourselves and our family. We decided that we needed to make huge change in order to heal from all of the distress in our lives. To take a moment to catch our breath and enjoy life again.

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I took a bit of a break from blogging for a while. Things have been hectic at work and at home, so I haven't felt inspired to write. Good habits die hard when they aren't nurtured. I am going to try and re-establish this habit since it is fun to go back and revisit old posts about how Dexter grew from infant to toddler and now preschooler. Brixton, being the second child, suffers from the second

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We lucked out on cheap airfare that made it possible to go to NYC Thanksgiving week. There is truly something magical about New York around the holidays. It could be because it is so romanticized by old Hollywood movies, picturesque Rockefellar Center or the fanfare of the Macy's Day Parade. Whatever it is, New York City was a dream to visit this year. We did a couple of things that might be

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Mr. Cobra made a video for the making of Dexter's deadmau5 Halloween costume. He filmed about 90% of the making of it with a time lapse app on his iPhone, setting up the shot every time he had the time to sit down and work on it. The mau5head took about 2 weeks to do - an hour here and an hour there. It was just a fun project for him since he'd just finished the music video for his friends', My

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We went to the Treasure Island Music Festival this year and took everyone from the office and Dexter. Brixton stayed home with the sitter since it's loud, outdoors, and just not a good place for an almost 6 month old for hours on end. We bought VIP tickets that came with parking on the island as well as a special area to watch the concert, nicer toilets, and convenient food and drink. I don't

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I'm tossing out half the diapers in the diaper bag because I am very proud to say that Dexter is finally pottytrained! He still has some accidents here and there, but he's only wore a diaper at night for the last 10 days. He goes in the regular potty, and he's starting to messily test his aim rather than "peeing like a girl". I can't believe it! His rewards has been to play on the computer for

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Brixton is getting big. It's hard to believe she's already 5 months old. She's starting to sit by by herself more and more and her little hands are like velcro, grabbing anything within reach. My hair seems to be her favorite and most painful target. She just started solids and likes them so much she gets mad when there isn't anymore to eat. That seems to be a constant with her, even after

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It seems to be that every other year we rent a house and stay at an amazing place. The kinds of places that are so beautiful and so peaceful, that it becomes a spiritual experience. Two years ago we celebrated Dexter's first birthday in Twin Peaks, Colorado. This year, a week after his third birthday, we went to Hanalei, Kauai for a week. This was my first time to Hawaii, but it won't be my

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Almost 2 months since my last post and that's exactly how fast time flies these days. Brixton is growing like a weed; smiling, laughing, grabbing, sitting with support, rolling halfway over both ways, and thankfully still sleeping through the night. She's teething now, so she's chews on her little hands and sucks on her fingers almost constantly. Today, she got her first round of vaccinations

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Being a mother of two has required more of me than I have to give some days. While it's wonderful, it has left me with even less time to myself and less time with my husband. I remember thinking the same thing when Dex was born, but now I have to contend with the sleep deprivation alongside the energy and tantrums of an almost three year old. Dex is beginning to get very jealous about sharing all

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I am so thankful to have a healthy little baby girl. She is beautiful and so laid back. She appears to be on the same track as her brother with being strong and bright. She is holding her head up well and is very alert. She isn't colicky like her brother was, which is a real relief. I was so afraid of the hours of crying. She has her fussy times, but it's usually because she can't get to sleep or

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She decided to come on a peculiar date and 10 days late, but it couldn't have been smoother. I woke up at 6:30 am in my usual spot, the couch, surrounded by pillows since it was the only way I could sleep. I'd been awakening with cramps almost every morning along with contractions that never amounted to anything. I started getting contractions, but I ignored them. I didn't really pay attention to

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Today is my due date. I will be meeting my little girl any day now, and I'm finally getting excited. I've been so wrapped up in other things and work, that it's been hard to connect and focus on her as much as I should. She is more of a wiggler than a kicker, but she can kick when she wants to. Thankfully, it's not that often because it is strong enough to cause me to react. That makes me feel a

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The calm before the storm. The flurry of deadlines are now starting to ease up as task by task gets completed. I won't be able to finish everything, but it's all in capable hands. I'm making the switch from leader to help mode. Nearly everyone in the shop is at capacity or above and things are humming along. Over the next couple of months, we will have a few projects launching that are more in

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My last day in the office was yesterday. I still have way too much work to do, but I will be working at home until our little grrl decides to make her appearance. I'm hoping to make it to my due date since the upcoming week is insanely busy for my husband. I need some more time to prepare, since I've been procrastinating on a few things. I'm about 90% ready, but it's funny how prepared I was with

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It's been a month since my last post - YIKES! That's mostly because I've gone through a recent period of not being able to even keep my eyes open past 9:30pm which wasn't conducive to writing. Now I"m in a totally different sleeping pattern of waking up in the middle of the night with insomnia. This has been more conducive to surfing Facebook and Twitter than writing, but here I am typing a way

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This past week has been quite a roller coaster. On Sunday night, Mike started getting chest pains which is highly unusual since he had surgery to fix that problem a few years ago. He drove himself to the ER within half an hour. I couldn't go with him or drive him because Dexter was in bed already. I was already nearly falling asleep and it was late, so I stayed home and we txted back and forth

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It seems that the wave of pink-a-rama has come crashing down on me. Little girls need to be covered with it from head to toe as a giant flag to everyone around them saying "I am a girl if you couldn't tell". It's silly that gender is so closely tied to what color a baby is wearing, but newborns all look alike - wrinkly and a little weird. It didn't occur to me until after Dexter was born, covered

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It's been raining for almost 2 weeks now. It's hard to keep a super active 2.5 year old occupied indoors without going mildly insane. He rides his bike indoors. He does crafts. He plays computer games. He watches videos. We read to him. What he really needs is to go to the playground! He has a Batman rain suit which allows some puddle jumping as soon as the rain lightens to a drizzle. It's just

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We had to get up at 3am to make our flight at 6am. I was hoping Dex would stay asleep, or at least go back to sleep, but he didn't. He did okay on the flight out, but was screaming "BE QUIET! I'M TRYING GOT LISTEN TO MUSIC!" and "NO CRYING! STOP CRYING!" to the other babies on the plane. While quite funny, he was probably more disruptive and louder than the little ones crying. We had a short

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Dexter has been sleeping in his crib, turned toddler bed. We will be needing the crib in a few months, so we thought it would be a good time for him to move up to a twin-sized bed. So, for his Christmas, we got a nice bed with all the trimmings - mattress, waterproof pad, sheets, cover, pillows and a guard rail. I'm a firm believer in the "buy it nice or buy it twice" philosophy. His bed

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We stayed in SF for the holiday. It's a bit lonely not being around a lot of family, but it was really nice to not have the stress of traveling. We finally got the family time we needed since work and band rehearsals have taken Mr. Cobra away a lot more than usual lately. I'm not sure why just one extra day made such a difference, but it did.For Thanksgiving dinner we went to the Moss Beach

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We went in for the anatomy ultrasound. I call it the "big one" because they look fairly thoroughly at the baby to make sure everything is growing as it should and you can find out if it's a girl or a boy. The ultrasound technician was a very nice woman who was as genuinely excited as us to see the little hands waving and the toes wiggling. The baby had it's head snuggled right up against the side

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For our Halloween anniversary, we celebrated a day early and had a Friday "date night". We ate at a nice little Mexican restaurant in the Marina, and then just walked around window shopping. It was quiet and stress-free. We hadn't seen each other much since he was out of town for most of the week prior. It was a nice way to get caught up. It's very odd to think that I've now been with him for

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Over the last week Mr. Cobra has been out of town working on a video shoot. I've been taking care of Dexter outside of my normal work hours by myself. It was scary the first few days because he's been throwing epic tantrums over the simplest things like which of the 2 identical oatmeal packets is poured into his bowl in the morning, or which direction I throw his ball. My favorite one (that is

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On Wednesday, September 30th we announced the pending birth of the second Cobra baby. We had an ultrasound to complete the first trimester integrated screening for Trisonomy 18 and Down Syndrome. We tested negative with the odds being fantastically low for the most common chromosonal disorders. We got a good look at the baby who is about 3 inches long and looks very much like an itsy-bitsy baby.

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I've been sick with a bug in my stomach the past few weeks, so I haven't been able to post much. I'm feeling better, I think. I'm not really sure since it comes and goes without any rhyme or reason. Tomorrow I may be attached to couch again. I've actually made it out of the house this week as opposed to last week when I took the dog out once and went to Crissy Fields for a couple hours and that

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There isn't much different about Dexter these days. He learns to say new words everyday like "abominable". He learned to do somersaults on his birthday. He climbs everything in the playground, including slides. He eats almost anything we put in front of him, even when it's adventurous meals like Ethiopian or Chinese food. He's loud and boisterous. He screams a lot when he's not getting his way.

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(This post is coming late after a whirlwind of work and sudden zap from my normal energy levels.) Dexter's birthday was on a Friday this year. We celebrated by opening the gifts we got him which was primarily clothes. He also opened the present he has been talking about all summer, since our visit to Kansas, which was a tiny 3-wheeled blue scooter. He loved it and rode around forever. He even

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I have suffered for 5 years with what the doctor called an "inflammatory arthritis" that was easiest to explain as rheumatoid arthritis since it did the exact same thing. My fingers have enlarged joints and the aching pain everywhere made life miserable sometimes. At various points, I couldn't straighten my arm, turn my head, or open my mouth more than halfway. At my worst point, I felt like I

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It always amazes me how a vacation takes weeks to get things back in order. That's exactly why we've already planned another vacation in September. I think if we plan a vacation every 3 months, we'll always have something to look forward to. This time, we will be visiting San Diego. It should be warm, sunny and there are tons of beaches and kid-friendly things to do. I actually am having a tough

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We just got back from a week in Kansas. It was so very nice to visit 90 degree weather and wear shorts and flip-flops without thinking twice about it. I'm pretty sure I'm not as pasty-white anymore, but definitely still white. I think it would take a few months to get rid of the pale glow I've acquired while living in San Francisco. Here, we where sweaters in July.Dexter was a real trooper

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I really need some sleep. I detest teething. A new tooth appeared this week. This coincides with Dexter not sleeping well and starting to remember his dreams. He has been dreaming about a statue. I think it's the one from the playground, but I'm not sure. He said it was in the hallway, which is so creepy. I'd scream too if I saw a statue standing in the hallway. I can't explain to him that it's

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It's the bane of motherhood, the "balance" of working and home life. It's never in balance, it's never equal, and it never will be. It's been a tough realization, but one that I'm comfortable with. I'm very happy working and feeling productive, but my son is my priority. I can do the occasional late night, but I won't be working full time again for a few years. Unfortunately, that dynamic is a

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Dexter is identifying the differences in gender. He knows that boys have penises, but last night he said "mommies have buttons". There is a blonde joke in there somewhere.

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Friday, Mike and I went to see NIN. It was in a big outdoor venue, so it wasn't quite as enveloping as when we saw them at the Oracle Arena where we had floor tickets and were only 20 feet from the band. The set was better at the Friday show though. I have been fighting a cold for a while though,so sitting out in the cold made my cold much worse. We didn't stay for Jane's Addiction. From what

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Dexter has gotten into screaming lately, especially at 2am. It seems that his separation anxiety has picked up quite a bit lately. It becomes painful when he wakes in the middle of the night because he screams "mommy, mommy, mommy, UP!". I'm glad whoever sleeps in the room below him snores right through it. Dex is so extremely loud. I've heard him screaming in the morning after I leave all the

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Last Sunday was Mother's Day. We started with a beautiful breekfast with pancakes, eggs, sausage and tiny fruit tarts. It was perfect. Dexter had handed me a bouquet of roses the night before and we used it as a centerpiece at the dinner table. Mike did all the cooking and all the cleanup afterwards. He is too sweet. Originally, I wanted to go shopping… alone. Oh the horror of wanting time away

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Happy 21 months Dexter! I can't believe that we will be celebrating birthday number 2 in just a few short months. I'm hoping the terrible twos are halfway over since he's been a tantrum-beast for a few months now. Lucky for us, he can speak well enough to get his point across. At the same time, that means he makes requests. His current favorite is "hot chocolate". He's cute, funny, loving, and

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It has been a lot of work packing, moving, unpacking. A lot has happened in the whirlwind as well. Mike's brother passed away while we were hurriedly packing. He had been ill for some time. We knew he would pass away sometime soon, but soon is never long enough. He was in his early forties–so young to die. Mike was unable to fly back for the memorial on such short notice. It has been a very sad

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San Francisco is having a heat wave. It's nice to feel real warmth for a few days. I don't even own any shorts because these days are so rare. Dexter has 2 pairs of shorts, one of which I bought for him a year ago and he can still wear. We don't have air-conditioning or even a fan. We are getting by. It's just a little uncomfortable.We've been spending a lot of time outside because it's much

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We met up with a couple other friends to let the toddlers try to master Easter egg hunting together in Golden Gate Park this morning. The weather was perfect. The flowers were beautiful. It was a lot of fun to watch the kids run around. They all stopped to open their eggs instead of grabbing as many as they could. Afterward we went to the Conservatory of Flowers and took a look at the mosdel

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I've been sick for a week. I haven't been sick like this for quite a while. I've had to work from home nearly every day because I've been coughing so hard. Today, I came home and forced myself to take a nap instead of working and it was just what I needed. I feel so much better.Tomorrow we have our first MusicTogether class. Amazingly, three of us even synched up so that we are going to the same

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When I wrote the last post, we were hoping to find a place. Sometimes the search is over quickly which is what happened for us. We found an incredibly huge 2 bedroom flat that has a new kitchen, new split bath, all new appliances with a washer and dryer, a fireplace that actually works and a yard. That's pretty much everything on our wish list. We didn't have to double our rent since prices have

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We are in the midst of a search for a larger apartment. We will have to save for a couple more years to afford a decent down payment, so we've decided to rent a little bit longer. I hate renting because it's such a waste of money, but we're stuck between an unpredictable economy and an almost 2 year old sleeping in our bedroom waking us up nightly. We all need some space away from each other.

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It seems that the last month has wreaked of misfortune: Mr. Cobra's appendicitis; a crappy birthday; a stressful trip to Austin and losing (sigh); proposal after proposal going out without any projects coming in; clients paying big bills weeks late; a flat tire resulting in an entire new set of tires, getting sick, getting the 4k bill from Mr. Cobra's hospital stay on top of the 1k from Dexter's

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Dexter can read some words. I'm not sure exactly how it happened. We proved it when we were reading a new book and he very clearly read "good night" on the page. It was a new book, so we didn't think he had it memorized. We tested him with other pages. Sure enough, he just told us what color the words were. We turned the pages back to the "good night" page and he very clearly says "good night."

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We went to Austin last Friday to go to SXSW. It was a nightmare to travel there. We had three proposals for new projects all hit us at the same time last week which ate up all of the time I had to plan the trip. We barely had time to pack. Since Mr. Cobra is still healing from his surgery, sick with a cold, and working on a tight deadline, he couldn't help me as much as he usually does. Packing

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Dexter has been putting together more words to form some cute sentences. "I no like it", is probably my favorite because it's funny, but "I get it", is better because he's excitedly toddling off grabbing a favorite book. He's too cute.We've had a couple of very odd things happen recently where Dex named something that no one had said or pointed out to him. The first was when we were putting up

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Having a social life after having a baby is tough. I finally decided I needed to join Facebook to keep a pulse on what people are up to. So far, so good, but it ate into my minimal time to blog. I will find time soon enough, but we are heading out to SXSW this weekend. If you are on Facebook, find me.

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I didn't want to jinx anything, so I waited a week to announce that Dexter gave up his pacifier. I've tried hard to only use it for naptimes, at night and in times of extreme distress (like getting an IV distress). Last Saturday, he threw his pacifier and said "no" before bed. He didn't even ask for it. He didn't sleep so well the first couple of days, but it quickly returned to normal. I hid all

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A funny coincidence I discovered recently, "G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra" is coming out on Dexter's birthday. All the Cobra merch will be in full effect. It could be awesome, but more likely to be embarrassing from the look of the trailer. Halloween costume perhaps? A munchkin Cobra Commander would be fabulous…

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Today sucked. I celebrated with a nuked pizza and a Snickers Bar alone in a hospital cafeteria. Mr. Cobra had is appendix removed. After spending 12 hours at the hospital today, I went home and wrote this. That's all I'm going to say.

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A friend once asked if having a baby was like having a dog. At the time, Dexter was only a few months old, so I was verging on being insulted. At that point, no it wasn't like having a dog because a newborn needs constant attention 24 hours a day and can do nothing for themselves except cry. Occasionally, I think back to that analogy. Currently, yes, being a parent is like having a dog. I can

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Dexter is making his opinions known on what he prefers. He points up at the freezer and says "cicle". I give him half of an orange popsicle. He sucks on it for a couple minutes and says "purple cicle" and hands me the orange one. I tell him that there aren't anymore purple popsicles (not true, just don't like wasting) and he starts screaming. He never gets a purple popsicle and he completely

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We are just starting some potty training. He's had a potty for a few weeks. It's been successful with a few times. He knows poopy goes in the potty and just saying poopy will often get him to go sit on his potty. I'm sure if I was a little more persistent and consistent with it he'd be potty trained that way pretty quickly. I just don't want the pressure of it as it will happen soon enough. We're

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What's new this week? I recently suspected that he started dreaming and that has upset his sleep lately. That was confirmed a couple nights ago when he woke me up giggling then started crying because he'd woken himself up! There have been random phrases thrown out a lot recently like "BALL!" the night after we had went to the park with the soccer ball and one night he kept saying "cool". I've

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A big milestone, Dexter is 1.5 years old today. It's such a short time, but our lives completely revolve around him. It feels like forever - in a good way. He's working on a growth spurt, I think, by his recent sleeping and eating patterns. He's now saying 3 syllable words like "chocolate" and starting to string together 2 words. He even said "bye-bye Henry" to his best friend. His moods are

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There's nothing like that first utterance of that special sentence. It came from the lips of my sweet little boy a couple days ago. It's so sickeningly cute. Couple that with a big hug and the fact that every time he sees himself in a mirror, he kisses his reflection. It's disgusting. I actually said that I'd have a million of them (kids) if they stayed this cute. I'm glad he throws tantrums

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Dexter is becoming more of a little boy everyday. He calls other kids "baby" even if they are older than him. I keep telling him he's a toddler, so maybe that's why! :) He plays for long periods by himself. Sometimes, I can actually do some cleaning without having him underfoot. Then again, some days he just wants me to pick him up and carry him around all the time. He'll stand in front of me and

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This morning Dexter and I watched the inauguration. Dexter learned to say OBAMA which was so cute. I haven't gotten into politics much since he was born. I just haven't had the time, energy, or mind-space to dedicate to it. Instead, I'm learning about teething, discipline, language development and watching my son grow from baby to toddler. I did vote last November, but spent about 2 hours to

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Work was intense for most of last week. We launched 3 projects, finished 1 set of rich-media banners with another due early this week, and started 3 more projects. Knock on wood - we haven't seen a slowdown yet. We even hired a another motion designer to help handle all the motion graphics work we have. We counted 14 project in-queue for our little 8 person interactive shop. We only have 2 open

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After having such a crappy week, Dexter is slowly getting better. After the IV fluids in the emergency room, he's gotten much, much better. He's drinking and eating normally again. He hasn't had any diarrhea or vomiting, but he did manage to share his virus with his dad. Mr. Cobra has been sick for 3 days. It turns out that Pedialyte popsicles work well for adults too. Dexter now just has a cold.

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Dexter turned 17 months today. It has been a horrible week for him though. Since Friday night, he has had diarrhea and vomiting. He started eating less and less. He stopped drinking the day before yesterday. His energy gradually diminished day by day, until yesterday. He slept 12 hours - 2 hours more than usual. He had a dry diaper. He was very pale and I put him in his crib on his side and he

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Dexter was a very good boy while we were in Kansas. It didn't snow, but he didn't mind. He got to play outside a lot. He saw a bunch of real cows when his grandpa took him to the feedyard where he works. He saw real horses that didn't have cops sitting on top of them. He petted dogs and alternately petted and terrorized my parents' cat. He played with wood, dragged around a tumbleweed and touched

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We, of course, had an unlucky travel day. We arrived at SFO a bit early in case there were long lines, but, due to fog, the plane was delayed an hour and a half. Dexter threw tantrum after tantrum at the airport. People were watching him with the "I hope I don't sit by that one!" looks. I don't blame them either. I had timed the flight to coincide with naptime, so I was trying to wear him out so

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Dexter sleeps. He sleeps like a "baby" which means through anything. I just finished what I like to call a "tune-up". That means a diaper change and nail trim. Dexter is really hard to change his diaper. When he's asleep it's a snap. It's not that I wait until he's asleep, but this afternoon we were out shopping on Haight Street and he fell asleep while dad was carrying him. He, of course, had a

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We went to the doctor today for his 15 month checkup. Yep, he is now 16 months, so we're behind, as usual. It's pretty hard to get an appointment at his doctor's office because you can't schedule them more than a month in advance and EVERY time I call they are entirely booked. They always have to fit me in. It's very irritating, but that's standard operations there. I used to get pissed, but it's

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Dexter is doing more and more dangerous things. I try not to be overbearing. There are some things he just has to learn not to do by himself, like closing the door on his fingers. He's pinched himself a few times, but learned the hard way not to do something. He's learned ot pull doors shut by the knob and not by the edge of the door. Now he's climbing everything. Not that it's anything new, he's

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Thanksgiving was enjoyable. Our dinner was relaxing, and I didn't overeat. Dexter decided to scream few times and it quieted the whole restaurant a few times. We ended up giving him a pacifier for a little bit to get calmed down. I saw a pacifier at a store recently that said "Mute Button". While I don't give Dex a pacifier very often outside of sleeping, this made me laugh because we have indeed

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We're celebrating Thanksgiving by going to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, Moss Beach Distillery. We're having one meal that's not diet-friendly, but we 'll be sharing with Dexter who eats as much as we do, and we won't have any leftovers to munch on for days. Together, we've lost just under 50lbs since the beginning of September. I've lost 25 lbs. That's a good-sized turkey!It's a day

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First off, Dexter has become quite the mimicker. We say something and he says (or tries) to say it back. Tonight that trait made me laugh so hard I nearly wet my pants. Dad was being frisky and smacked mom on that butt and she made a funny sound. Dexter made the funny sound and then came running after mom with one hand in the air ready to hit mom on the butt too. Luckily, I turned just in time

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This week has been graced with some wonderfully painful love bites. I'll be cuddling with Dexter and he decides that he likes mom's shoulder so much, he'd like to try and take a chunk of it with him. I have not one, but TWO serious bruises on my shoulder. I thought he drew blood at one point. It hurts a little bit emotionally too because he's being so cute and cuddly and then BAM! Total betrayal

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After a bit of a lull at work, everything is happening at once. We're booked up for the rest of the year and are already working on filling January. We launched our new site on Halloween and have been slowly passing it around. We couldn't possibly take on more work this year, so there's no use in promoting it too much. We're going to hire another motion designer because we have a lot of video

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Our nanny's great grandmother passed away, so I had to scramble to move meetings around Thursday and get some work done for a deadline. Luckily, Henry's mom was able to look after Dex for a bit while I went to meetings. It was hilarious to watch the two of them play. They both got so hyper and were running around squealing. I'm not sure if Dexter even noticed I was gone. That was the first time

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Our company is launching our new, fabulous site tomorrow. We also did a small mass mailing of halloween gifts. Halloween is the Cobra Christmas, so although the gifts are reminiscent of Christmas - they are all black.

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We picked out pumpkins today. Dexter had a blast. He got so hyper! At one point, he was just running around in circles picking up and tossing stuffed animals that were strewn about in the play area. He ate dirt, sat on pumpkins, picked up the hapless gourds, saw a turkey, crawled in a hay-bale fort and even saw Frankenstein. Dexter also now has had 4 seconds of his 15 minutes of fame. He was on

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Last Sunday, we went to the half Moon Bay Pumpkin Festival. It was a little cold, so I don't think it was as crowded as it normally would have been. It was still very crowded though. Dexter only wanted to be carried even though we had his stroller, so his daddy carried him while I tried to navigate the crowds with a stroller. Talk about frustrating! Somehow, having a stroller is akin to driving a

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It seems like I hardly have a chance to blog anymore. Dexter is a flurry of activity now, so I have to keep an eye on him. My nights are spent getting a little quiet time with the husband, catching up on current events and pop culture. Mr. Cobra does have band practice every week, so that's my blogging time. I can't seem to catch up with my other mom friends because work, gym, errands and

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I've learned that the terrible two's actually begin in the second year of life - as in right now. Dexter still isn't over his cold and has been completely manic. One moment he's happy and laughing, the next he's screaming bloody murder. It's so draining to deal with. I'm trying all sorts of techniques to try and get him to cheer up, but sometimes I just can't figure out what's wrong. I think it's

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I jinxed it. I wrote this post last Saturday. I got a couple nights of decent sleep and thought the teething week from hell was over. It wasn't. Dexter now has a cold. His first yellow snot-filled, nose running like a faucet, coughing, sneezing, keep-mommy-up-all-night kind of cold. On top of the sickness, he's being a hater. I can't calm him down. He screams, throws himself everywhere inevitably

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Tonight, when I put Dexter down, he waved bye-bye as I said goodnight and left him to go to sleep. He didn't cry at all, even though I wanted to. Even with all the horrible fussiness and tantrums, it's the little cute things like that make my heart melt. It's all better now… till 2am!

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It's amazing how the time slips away some weeks. Dexter has been quite a mess because of his teeth. The first year molars are HUGE teeth! I think only one is completely done. Number 4 is working it's way through, and has been giving him all sorts of trouble. He's usually a very happy baby, but it's been challenging lately. His sleeping habits have reverted to waking up every 3-4 hours again. I'm

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Dexter suddenly has obsessions about 2 things - his toothbrush and the Swiffer. If I have to take either of them away he throws tantrums. I'm talking about "throw myself on the floor and scream as loud as I can" type of tantrums. These are "pull mom's hair and head-butt her" tantrums. Dexter becomes "The Exorcist" baby, spitting, screaming, sometimes gagging himself with his finger and trying to

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Seriously his mouth exploded this month. Dexter had 4 tiny, toothy nubs break through his gums in the past week to make it 5 teeth total this month. Admittedly, I haven't checked his teeth in a while, but I can see them now. I'm afraid to stick a finger in his mouth now. I try and get him to say "hat". He gets stuck on the "h", so it gives me a few seconds to get a quick look. Its no wonder he's

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Dexter went to the zoo with the nanny this week. She got some video of him running around the petting zoo screaming at the sheep and goats and saying "baa". It's pretty funny and I'll post it soon. Luckily he didn't pick up any poo! He wouldn't pet any of the animals though.We went to the Academy of Sciences yesterday, but had to leave early because Dex couldn't settle down in his stroller for a

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All of a sudden Dexter is spouting a ton of new words. Everyday he's adding something new. Today he said "bowl" and answers "baa" for what a sheep sounds like. It's crazy how quickly he's picking up words now. We have a 100 First Words book that has photos of common objects. For some items, I can ask "where is…?" and he'll point to it. He mimics a lot too so he'll repeat a word back (never to be

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This is a really lame post, but I have to post it. I almost always by the designer baby stuff when it's half off or more. For instance, I just scored a Kingsley shirt for $11 with tax! That's an amazing deal because they are typically $45-$80 a shirt. I've never bought one before because it's too ridiculous to spend more on his t-shirts than my own, no matter how cool they are. Dexter has a rep

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Dexter is getting more and more independent. I no longer have to feed him. I no longer have to hold his sippy cup for him to drink from. I can be on the computer in the same room for 20 minutes or more without him tugging on my pant leg. He goes to sleep by himself, and sometimes doesn't even cry about it. I tried to hold his hand to walk him home from the coffee shop, but he just pulled his hand

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Tonight when I put him down, there was only silence as I left him to go to sleep in the crib. I was amazed and even a little let down that he didn't cry for me. It's funny how I so wanted to be able to just lay him in his crib to go to sleep by himself. Then when it finally happens, I'm a little sad about it. Fortunately, after 5 minutes he let out 2 short cries and then that was it. It was just

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A few cute things that Dexter is doing these days:Nearly saying "uh-oh", sounds more like "uh-uh"Waving to the Muni trainSinging "la la la" to his Leapfrog drumLounging on the couch, just laying down chilling with a bookEndless book bringing, more persistent than playing fetch with SqueeClimbing everything - chairs, couch, bed - EVERYTHINGCould his fast drunk penguin walk be considered running?

The Cobrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09853585201412114542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-676034371423982285.post-29326406999068218382008-08-31T20:23:00.000-07:002008-08-31T21:15:52.221-07:00

Dexter got a Leapfrog Alphabet Pal caterpillar for his birthday from his grandparents. It has 26 feet/buttons, one for each letter of the alphabet, that you can push. It has a few modes to change it from saying the letter to making the sound of the letter or play a song. When we first got it home, Dexter would inexplicably start crying whenever it played a song. We're not sure if it was the

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Dexter has been a bit of a handful lately. After 2 weeks of sleeping peacefully at night, he decided to scream last night…for 2 hours. It was enough to make me re-think motherhood. Dad tried to take over only to have the baby "spitting cobra" try and blind him. As soon as Mr. Cobra had enough, I took the critter and he instantly quieted down just to add insult to injury. He had to sleep beside

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Dexter got his one year exam today. The doctor was amazed at how active he was. Dexter was all over the exam room. He played with the doctor's chair, found a button to turn the light on the examination bed, played peekaboo under the counter, tried to open all of the locked cabinet doors, crawled all over mine and Lauren's laps and was just generally hard to keep happy in the small room for over 2

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The last post was way too long and I didn't even get it all in. I forgot a couple of things. One was the Leadville train ride. It was 2.5 hours long and had some beautiful sites. I think we were spoiled with the house we rented because it didn't seem like it was quite as pretty as the view we had there. Dexter liked the train. He napped for about half an hour in my arms at the very beginning of

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