Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Take it serious

I feel bad for laughing at him, but...

for real?

Gimme danger

Down the street from my house

At lunch with Amanda

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Straight jacket

They're only picking on my generation!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Sleep the clock around

And we still suckle

I tried to make him sit up, but he kept sliding over.
(cutest koala outfit from Emme and Elissa Swick)

Thanks to Griffin for the adorable swing!

Passed out

He's such a little shit-stirrer. When we're at home, we're just hanging out. He snacks a little, naps. But it never fails: as soon as we get to a public place like, say, in line at the bank, he squawks the equivalent of , "Hey ma, I'm starving over here!" And I have to whip out my boob and feed him. I'm standing in line, talking to the teller, walking through the parking lot- all with my boob hanging out of my shirt. He seems determined to make a statement. Maybe he takes a little bit after me?

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

You made me gay

Watching mama put on her makeup to go out.


Dude. I'm a mom. It finally hit me as I was taking a turn around the pit at a show tonight. I'm a mom. Do moms push and shove and sing loud songs at the top of their lungs? I guess this mom does. I never thought I'd be here.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

I love hardcore boys, I love boys hardcore

This post's for Leah. Xoxo!

Danger's second stroller ride:

Naked, if I want to

Nudie kadoozie time on his punk rock playmat
(Thanks Khristine!!)

Monday, November 17, 2008

Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight?

At the wise old age of one month, Danger's got a favorite band: the Misfits. No joke! I first discovered this when I put him in the car one night and he had a fit. "Put some music on and crank it up," my mom suggested, "that way at least you won't hear him shriek."

So I put in Static Age and turned up the volume as suggested. "Static, static, static!" I hear a little sigh. I look over my shoulder and see Luca totally blissed out. Since then I've experimented with other bands but nope, I'm pretty sure I've got a mini-fiend on my hands.

Guess it makes sense:

(yeah, that's me)

Sunday, November 16, 2008

The end result of [9] months in prison

Danger's first bath!

He's a month old this week. I can't even believe it. He went from looking like a tiny, beaky little turtle to looking like a... well, to looking like a round, chubby baby. He has developed some key life skills. He can now make eye contact, grab my boobs, and squirm and wiggle his way over to my feeding tanks from about a foot away. Clearly, he's a genius.

He's also a talker. He squawks and grunts and hollers away; this morning my mom likened him to a punk singer-- he makes a lot of Loud Noise and wants to Be Heard, but you aren't quite sure what he's saying. Luca Danger is born!

Burning from the inside

I love L.A. I love earthquakes and riots and traffic jams and 80 degree Christmases and, right now, I'm loving the fires. It's hot and dry, the sky is brown and pink and gold and it's snowing ashes. Vive l'apocalypse.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Where you'll find me now

A good punk rock mama breastfeeds while sewing patches on onesies

Thursday, November 13, 2008

This is for baby fat

Here I am when I was about a month old. Same hair!

He's gained 2 pounds and 4 inches since he was born. He's a monster.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Sunday, November 2, 2008