State of the Union: A Public Message by the First Lady

For some time now, I have been meaning to start a blog to keep friends and family updated on the growth and development of Noah (who happens to be doing STELLAR by the way. He started talking the other day and we had a delightful conversation about the whimsical and romantic quality of Chopin's preludes as well as a more serious discussion regarding the current economic crisis America is facing. He also asked that I send love and warm regards
on his behalf...).

It was only until Susie came over the other day and showed me her Xanga site that I was motivated to actually get 'er done and get this blog started. So ShoutOut to Susie! You get a rockSTAR !

STATE OF THE UNION

I. David

David is doing well. Busy as ever with his business. And with tax season just around the corner, the man is running on warp speed. But I would be omitting very critical information if I were not to include the Giants in my report. Baseball season is literally days away and David eagerly awaits Opening Day like a young blushing maiden anticipates the sound of wedding bells on her big day.

Opening Day is April 7th at San Francisco AT&T Ballpark. My suggestion for you would be to look for him there if you have any tax questions.

For more information on the Giants, visit: www.sfgiants.com.


II. Noah

Noah...how do I love thee....let me count the numerous ways.

Noah is an absolute--miracle--for lack of a better word. He is a constant joy and watching him grow and change with each and every day is better than any reality show on TV.

Some recent developments:

1. No more slithering on his stomach and using his face to inch his way across the living room. Noah has finally graduated to the proper crawling stance.

2. He can pull himself up into standing position. And, just today, took several steps to the left while holding onto the couch...according to industry experts, this is called "cruising".

3. Noah can feed himself. Granted not much makes it into his mouth...but he is developing those motor skills!

4. He climbed the stairs today for the first time! Just a few, but as they say, "Every journey begins with a step".

5. He can sit up on his own.

6. Some Noah blurbs: "Nay-nay-nay", "Day-day-day", "Mmmmmm", "Da-da-da-da", "Mmmmmmm-a".

Noah also enjoys playing the piano, working on the laptop, playing with the remote control, putting everything in his mouth and exploring every nook and cranny he can squeeze himself into.


III. The Bathroom

Last Monday we had a toilet overflow and the master bedroom got flooded. I won't go into it for reasons of brevity, however, I will say that it sucked.

It sucked.


IV. Grace

I am currently reading "The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People". Work is uneventful. My most recent culinary success: Huevos Rancheros. I have a dozen boiled eggs sitting in my refrigerator because I never got around to dyeing and decorating them for Noah this past Easter. I would share some more of the exciting and fascinating details of my colorful life, but I imagine what I've shared with you has been more than enough excitement for one day.

Identity Crisis

I've titled this blog "The Rockstars". There is no particular rhyme or reason to the name, I just like the sound of "Rockstar" and, occasionally, when fortune smiles upon me/us and I/we find myself/ourselves pulling into a prime parking spot just steps away from our destination I like to shout with glee, "ROCKSTAR PARKING"!.

Now, here comes the identity crisis part.

1. I don't know what to call this blog.
2. I often stumble all over the keyboard when my brain short circuits because I'm not sure whether to speak in the singular or the unitary plural. Just because we're married doesn't mean that David and I are joined at the hip and suddenly mind-melded.

But, whatever. I have bigger fish to fry and more important things to ponder than to sit here and argue with myself about which narrative voice to employ in my blogs.

But...I am curious to know. Is it an annoying habit that couples take on once they become an item? Do you do it?

In any case, to wrap it up.

My name is Grace. His name is David. And the little squirt is Noah. I would have called us the Triumvirs or something like that, but what happens when we add another spawn to the brood. And 2), it sounds so stuffy and pretentious. Like I'm 'trying' to sound smart or something.

Hello World.

We're The Rockstars.

Oh, where to begin...

I (Grace) was a somewhat avid blogger prior to marriage, so for those of you acquainted with the pre-marital Grace, there is little need for introduction/explanation/justification (introduction to myself, explanation for eccentricities, or justification for the occasional exhibition of these oddities).

However, given my marital status, by default of marriage I am an extension of David and feel that I must provide a preface of some sort -- or rather, a disclaimer absolving David of any responsibility or association with material that the reader may find silly, goofy, juvenile, unbecoming, offensive, unintelligent, unremarkable, boring, etc...

However, on the flip side of that, anything the reader finds brilliant, amusing, fascinating, educational, informative, remarkable, notable -- I will take full credit for :)!

Thusly, before moving forward, Dear Reader, please accept the terms and conditions as stated above.