Just in case anyone gets Leo a pair of white gloves

I've been scrubbing our house prepping for his evolution---he looks like he's gonna crawl--walk---slide--something soon. My cleaning technique is always to wait until Jeff is on his computer playing scrabble (i asked him if he missed playing it when he was in Alaska and he said "oh, not really-I'm only playing now because i'm waiting for the laundry to get done/on hold/letting dinner thaw" etc. According to him he's never playing it because he actually likes to play it) so I wait until he's on his computer and then I start scrubbing on my hands and knees to prove how hard I work..how hard I've been working taking care of Leo and the house while he was gone. He does the same when he's taking care of Leo. He'll always give me these dramatic out breath updates--"Had to change Leo's shirt!" So there's been a lot of commotion here. And we've both been home taking care of Leo a lot. With breaks to go to the gym or go for a run. We're a couple of hard core mover and shakers. I AM exaggerating--there is also a major job hunt going on for both Zach and Jeff--and I'm still auditioning/writing etc.

And there's Leo. Oh my god--he's the happiest baby. He's aggressively happy. Where ever we go if people don't look at him and interact with him SHRILLY SCREAMS at them until they look at him and then he smiles and waves his arms around-like "I didn't want you miss this cuteness!! LOOK AT ME!!" i can't believe how babies really come out just like their parents.

I finally got rid of his cradle crap--did the olive oil thing and then had the most satisfying experience of picking off the scales. I want him to get it again because i loved it so much. It's a 'pickers' dream come true.

For folks who have cable--the last episode I did of HUNG is completely family friendly--it's episode 8. My character has a lot of screen time. The show has been picked up for season three-so hopefully i'll be back. I've been getting recognized a lot from the show. Whenever somebody stops me to say something to me--I always tell them I didn't make hardly any money from it--then I complain about my agent then I ask to borrow money. Then I tell them how I'm adopted. Then the walk away going 'she really is crazy".

Jeff is obsessed with buying Leo a plastic walker thing. Zach had one when he was a baby--and there is a picture of Zach on the beach with Jeff pushing it along when he was learning to walk. Jeff keeps saying to me "we have to get a plastic car that he can push a long on the beach." and he'll describe the exact scene in the photo. I don't think he knows he's doing it. If I even suggest a detail that's not in the photo Jeff flips--"no! it can't be wood! it has to be plastic." and then "so he can push it on the beach."

Zach has been doing some babysitting for us after Leo goes to sleep. We dove into 'date night' last night by going to see a 3 hour long documentary about LA. Since we live in LA.

Today we're going to visit some friends in Malibu who have a house out there for the summer. I'm going to try and not be envious of her (the woman friend) even though she is french-an amazing artist and apparently grossly wealthy. and she's cool. I'm prepping myself for hearing a lot of tall fishing tales cuz jeff really digs her too. Her husband isn't so bad either-but he's not french. But his name is Eddie--we've been trying to go visit them for a long time so the stakes are high. We better have an amazing time--trapped in traffic for 2 hours on PCH.

In other riveting news--I've gained the three pounds that I lost right before Jeff got home. I blame him--he keeps making dinner. I don't have the guts to tell him that while he was gone I lived on white wine and cereal.

I almost starting crying the other day realizing that the first year is almost over. It is a heartbreaking moving of time.