Joining Jen for her Quick Takes on this fateful Thursday evening because by some craziness I managed to finish everything I wanted to get done today.

- 1 -

So on two different occasions Lucy June has thrown up everything in her stomach and then some. We think the culprit is avocado. She'd eaten avocado without incident but the first time she had more than a few bites she threw it up a couple hours later. I suspected the avocado, but I willfully ignored it because...well because avocados are the most perfect food. But then low and behold a week later and we found ourselves in barf city after she'd eaten about a quarter of an avocado.

Poor little sweet little poor little thing. Any thoughts from you mothers out there? I just want someone to tell me she's gonna get over it. But it would also be fair to just tell me to take my fat baby with her random food sensitivity and be grateful.

- 2 -

So I wrote a post about my Whirley Pop. Guess who else wrote a post about her Whirley Pop? The Brez Herself. Another reason for her to be both our favorites.

- 3 -

One thing I miss about California is always being only a few miles away from Sprouts.

There are a few of them in Houston but none anywhere close to us. So I used Jacob's afternoon off to drag the whole family there Wednesday afternoon because Wednesdays are Double Ad Wednesdays, and I had to scratch my Sprouts itch. 4 mangos for a dollar? 2 dollar blueberry pints? I know I'm a born and bred Texan and my mother is from Corpus Christi and therefore I'm supposed to defend HEB to the bitter end. But, Sprouts, you have my heart. 

- 4 -

When visiting a friend in Fredericksburg she showed me her Himalayan Salt Lamp. Jacob of course had heard of them before but I hadn't.

It allegedly purifies the air. I really want one because I never met something with "natural ionization" on the label that i didn't like. But it's hard to classify it as a real need, so I'm thinking about calling it a nightlight and counting it as a birthday present for the toddler.

- 5 -

I've been to the dentist five times in the last three weeks. I went first for a cleaning and then back for a couple fillings. Then I went back twice to get one of the fillings filed down because it was causing me pain. She finally put in a new filling today. Not sure whether we're out of the woods painwise, but I did get to take some great selfies of my mild "Transient Facial Paralysis" because the dentist was a little heavyhanded with the lidocaine.

Ah, the joys of motherhood-inspired tooth decay.

- 6 -

I'll finish off with a couple gems from the little man who must be going through a growth spurt or something because it's all food all the time with him.

After seeing him chewing on something in my rearview mirror:

Me: What are you eating?

Jake: Just the breakfus I found in my car seat.

- 7 -

After forfeiting his treat for the day because he didn't stay in his bed during naptime. I overheard him talking to a stuffed animal:

Jake: "It'll be forever that I don't have ice cream."

#meanmom

I'm also linking up with Blythe's Hot Mess Link Up because I think between the vomit, the temporary facial paralysis, and the car seat buffet we more than qualify.

Upon Having Moved to Texas

I'll forgo any apologies for my absence because, well, I just moved across the country and we've only had internet for a couple of days.

So here I am. IN HOUSTON. On my old couch in my new apartment. Blogging.

I admit I've been avoiding the blog a little. There's something about updating you that really pushes us irrevocably into this new chapter in life - and that's a little scary to me.

The past two weeks have been a flurry of flying and driving and packing and apartment searching and unpacking and seeing old friends and meeting new people and finding new furniture and updating our address and tying up loose end after loose end, and so I've mostly been in motion. I've spent no time in reflection.

But last weekend we were walking into the grocery store (for the eighth time in four days) and I got a text that my dear friend in Los Angeles had just delivered her third baby (and first girl!) at home before they could get to the hospital. Everyone was fine, and the text had a picture of my friend's glowing face as she was being loaded up in the ambulance.

I sat down in the middle of the parking lot and started crying.

Jacob stood there patiently holding our shoeless two year old on that muggy evening as I overdramatically began to mourn the life we left in Los Angeles.

I've been waiting to move closer to my family in Texas ever since I moved to LA five years ago. I didn't have a lot of emotion surrounding the move: the oven timer had dinged, and it was time to move home.

I knew after I moved I would realize that California had been a home too. And now my days - though mostly spent fixated on the to do list - are peppered with moments of loss as I remember yet another face that I won't being seeing any time soon.

All you California friends, you were good to us and we will miss your dear hearts.

But that's all the sentimentality I have time for today because I must now return to the never ending job of teaching a toddler that in Texas we have to close the door to the porch.

And for good measure, here is a picture of what I came across said toddler doing today after he dug out Jacob's old music stand from a packing box.



Rocking some Twinkle Twinkle like a diva. 

Happy Sunday, friends! Be back sooner than last time I promise!