A pony and a dog

That's what Leo wants for his birthday for all you early shoppers. And a back yard. Right now our backyard has aggressive homeless men sleeping in it. The park across the street from us has been amazing--and I go to the playground twice a day. The other day--the group of European moms who dress their kids in little jackets and satin scarfs finally spoke to me. I've wanted in with them for months but Leo is a lot younger than their kids and doesn't speak with an accent. Yet. I think I'll start talking in a french accent to him all the time to make sure he'll be IN with them soon. Anyway--I love the park but the grassy area next to it is like a half-way house. Or a triage. There are homeless men scattered thru-out it with their stuff spread out. Normally, they are sleeping and relaxing but the other day one got a little aggressive with Leo and I when we were walking thru. I thought that dogs and the mentally ill would always sense that a baby was around and be kinder--but I'm wrong on both accounts. The guy walked next to us and was angry at me for talking about him the third person. And for having a tattoo that was shaped like 'chronic'. (which is a form of pot--i only know that from the movies.) I was mostly upset that everyone keeps mistaking one of my tattoos for a pot leaf but Jeff was really upset that someone bothered us and wanted to call the cops.


We didn't.

So--the park has been a little bothersome lately.

but the ocean is the gift that keeps on giving.

Leo is doing great. He went to the doctor for his 9 month--even though he's almost 10 months and he was 90th percentile for height. And 80th for weight. And his head is big. He didn't cry at all for any of the shots..which I thought was odd. He looked a little surprised but that was about it. And he was into all the nurses...HE LOVES THE LADIES. Like his father. And he continues to scream and shriek at people who don't look at him and smile. Like his mother.

One thing I for sure want to get him--is one of those cars that they can ride in and you can push them in--the plastic cars with the tall handles for pushing? That's one thing I'm putting on his birthday wish list.

He eats like crazy and crawls like crazy and stands up a lot. He's passionate about standing. Someone ought to be. I think I mentioned his standing in the last post--but he still does it with a total 'ta-da!" energy.

Jeff is still waiting to hear what his cut from the fishing will be--he finds out this month. And I shoot my one day on the Brad Pitt movie monday. I have to get up at 3:30 AM. Which means I won't look my best for Brad so I may not have an affair with him.

I'm also up for some part for a show on showtime--that pays NOTHING (it's a pilot presentation--which is a step below a pilot) and the note I got from casting was that before the next rounds of call-backs I needed to 'take my looks up a notch". Which i know is a note that people have wanted to give me for a long time. So you'll be relieved that hollywood gave it to me so you don't have to. I interpreted the note to mean 'put on more lipstick'.