Thursday, May 28, 2009


it's hard to get the kid clean when he insists on chewing on his foot the entire time!

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Memorial Day Fun

now here's something different for the Erbecks....the sun was shining, it was warm, and we limited saddle time in order to spend more time with the kids. we took a trip down to golden gardens to eat take out in the van and then play in the sand. this was a good time! although i don't have a picture of it, we finished the evening with an ice cream outing with aaron convincing true to NOT eat the entire scoop because it was just too much. can you believe that true agreed? and little luca just was the best baby ever, as usual.


while i'm tempted to drone on and on about how i can't believe that my first child is already three years old, i'll refrain. instead, i'll give a brief synopsis on true's day, his third birthday (and incidentally, the first one that he really has understood that this is HIS day).

true wakes up. aaron and i are clearly WAY more excited about his birthday than him.
true proceeds to eat cupcakes. all day.
true unwraps and unwraps and unwraps presents. all day.
true runs circles around the yard until we finally drag him to bed at 9:30pm. he doesn't go down without a good fight.

we're certain that true had a great birthday and many thanks to all who helped to make it memorable for him!

Monday, May 25, 2009

More Prep

we should have held out...but we couldn't. true tried on his king's crown, which he gets to wear on his birthday tomorrow and every year moving forward. my little prince is pretty excited to be 3 years old!


here's true, still in his pjs, preparing for his birthday. he's making brownies and cupcakes.
he also found his bday present stash and decided that today should now be his bday. but his father and i aren't buying into that.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Luca at 5 Months

the time has just flown by. little luca is just awesome and we all love to be with him. happy 5 months little luca!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

New PackPack

Look! My new PackPack (as True calls it)! For my 40th bday, yes a few years ago, Aaron gave me a gift certificate to R.E.Load bags, who make super cool custom messenger bags. I went into the Seattle R.E.Load within a few weeks of getting my present to order my bag and I found myself absolutely paralyzed with indecision. There were so many options, so many colors, so many add ons, so many sizes, so many bells and whistles and my head was spinning! I thought about my bag for over two years and I always came back to the same bag design and colors. So I finally did it. I ordered my bag (not without panic when I found the Seattle store closed, but fortunately the Phillie store honored the gift certif), and yesterday it arrived. It's everything I hoped for and more. I'll miss my big ol' yellow ortleib with the faded sticker, "Girls Love Dirt", but the old faithful will have a good home with Uncle Lincoln.

Now my only problem is that I have to behave on my bike, no more telling car drivers that they are #1 with my middle finger since my name is boldly emblazoned across the entire width of my back! And now the other commuters that I pass will have a name to associate with the girl that considers every ride to work to be a race.

Incidentally, I had a R.E.Load bag made for Aaron for his birthday too, I'll post a picture of that one soon. Check out R.E.Load's fine work here and order yourself a custom bag!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A little early....

True received a wooden birthday cake from the Erbeck grandparents so that he could practice getting ready for turning the big 3 years old (next Tuesday, for those who want to know). He's been singing happy birthday to himself all night long.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

day off? never....

if we're not AT work, then we're working at the house. aaron definitely has his game face on for the yard project! true dutifully helps him out, and never complains. luca would help out if he could, but he has to contend with only laying on a blanket and watching the action. me? in the house giving 'er a good spring cleaning. or at least a small portion of 'er.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

My First

my first homemade mother's day card from true. yes, i did cry. apparently his preschool teacher said that he even picked out the color for my hair, and he got it right (brown with some blond mixed in). smart kid.

Random shots

some cute pics that i found in my camera.....

the first truly warm day of the year (mind you, this was only 70 degrees), i kept true out of preschool and we went to the park and then to baskin robbins for the first ice cream cone of the warm season. subsequently, the weather hasn't been anywhere near that warm since.

the second pic is just some general cute cuddly morning a few weeks ago. the kids like each other!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

A-Dog scores a Win!

Aaron took his single speed '9er to race on Sunday and posted a FIRST PLACE! way to go papa bear! while all the race geeks were going over their equipment and finishing race day rituals, aaron was washing the windows, mowing the lawn AND taking care of the kids (i was out riding my bike, then took a long nap). seriously, he did all of that, went and dominated his race, came home and put dinner on the table. i think he even gave true a bath and put him to bed.
what was i doing?
eating bon bons and watching an episode of Big Love.

(photo not from the race, but i wanted to put a photo of my husband up)

My Seinfeld Life

do you ever have those mornings where you wake up and from the moment you open your eyes everything seems to unfold like a Seinfeld episode? you know, how you just look around wondering where the cameras are, just knowing that Alan Funt is going to come out of some hidden wall and say, "smile! you're on candid camera!" (cue music..when you least expect it, you're elected, you're the star of the day. smile! your on candid camera...end music. and now i'm really age dating myself here). or maybe Ashton Kutcher is going to walk around the corner and let you know you've been punk'd.

this morning starts with an early wake up call from luca at 5am. now normally at this time he'd eat a little and go right back to sleep and then stir again around 6:30/7. not to be today! oh no! it certainly didn't seem to matter to luca that aaron needed his sleep in order to be fresh for his Solid Works class today. it certainly didn't seem to matter to luca that i'm back at work and needing more sleep than he's been allowing. nope! seriously, luca is THE ONLY erbeck i know that can get up that early and be happy and loud before a cup of coffee. good thing the kid is so cute!

so aaron takes off for his class and i have to get myself and true ready for our day. and somehow in the 4.5 months that i've been away from my job, i've forgotten how to prepare for work. you know, like blow drying hair, putting on makeup, wearing something besides sweat pants and a dirty t-shirt. i finally pull myself together and then i set to work on pulling true together.

pulling true together is like herding cats. it's really such a fun task and i thank my husband dearly for making my coffee so that the endeavor is tolerable (or at least i am tolerable). our conversation goes something like this:
(me) true, do you want to pick out pants to wear?
(true) no momma, you pick out my pants.
wait, no momma! i want to pick out my pants!!! i want to!! MOMMA I WANT TO PICK OUT MY PANTS!!! whaaaa!!! whaaaa!!!
(me) ok true, come over and pick out your pants.
(true) uh, no, you do it momma. you can do it. will you do it please momma? PLEASE pick out my pants momma!!!!! whaaaaaaaa!! WILLL (sniff sniff) YOUUU (sniff sniff) PICK OUT MY PANTS???? momma, you need to take care of me!
(repeat this performance for shirt, underwear, socks, shoes, jacket)

some of you might want think to yourselves that indeed i am the mother and my son should not be conducting the morning. well, i invite you over to give 'er a try. really, i do. i'll even pay your plane ticket.

i finally get true dressed and ready to go and my bag is packed and looking like checked luggage and i have to wonder do i really need all of this stuff for just one day of work? i look it over. and yes, i do. i need every little thing that is in this 30 pound bag.

ok, nanny is here, it's 8am, kiss to luca, let's go to preschool true and boom. back into the house. true has to poop. i'll spare you the details of this painful ritual. for one, who wants to hear about poop? for two, someday my son will read this blog entry and i should spare some of his dignity. suffice to say, said poop ritual adds another .5 hours to our house departure. now, i'm officially late for my third day back to work. this looks good.

i stumble into work, late, soaked from our lovely may rain storm, and a little disoriented. i get head nods, eyebrow raises, i see folks turn their heads and whisper to one another while still looking at me. great way to start the day.

i start unloading my bag of goods. i'm fumbling with my pumping (yes, that would be BREAST pumping)supplies when a few co-workers and a department visitor stop in to ask for something. i drop the bag, the bottles and cones roll out into plain view. one of them stoops to help me pick up when he realizes he is touching BREAST milk pumping equipment. the look of terror was priceless and for maybe the third time in my adult life, i am actually blushing. whoopsie.

at the lunch hour i need to go to the local outdoor, overpriced, upscale mall (they call it a village) to make some returns. i get my lunch. pea soup. it's green and chunky. i drive back to campus and see flashing cop lights behind me. bummer for somebody i think. poor sucker. i pull over and it dawns on me that these lights are for me. i am on campus and i am being pulled over and now i'm realizing that this is pretty embarrassing.
(cop) miss, get back into your car
(me) oh ok. sorry sir
(cop) license, registration, insurance please
(me) uh, ok. (fumble, fumble). oh, whoops, not that license, uh, ok, here's mine. i mean the other one is mine too, it's just that well, it's my maiden name license. i mean you can check that one too if you want. sir. officer. sir. i don't why i hang on to it. well, it's because...
(cop) miss. this will do. registration, insurance please.
(me) uhhh ok. let's see. hmm. this really is my husband's car so i don't know where... (fumble, fumble). oh here, is this it? oh looks like this insurance card is expired. trust me though sir, i pay my insurance.
(cop) i don't know you, why should i trust you?
(me) oh well i assure you...blah blah blah
(cop) (with his hand up) enough miss. i'm not giving you a ticket today. but if i did, it would come out to be about $780. lack of proof of insurance, head light out, speeding. do you understand that today is your lucky day?
(me) that's very nice of you sir! (mumble mumble about how much i respect the law....)
(cop) slow down. fix your light. get insurance. goodbye.

i go on my embarrassed way...slowly...and park. it's still pouring rain. i have my umbrella in one hand, my exercise ball under my arm, my bag and lunch in my other hand. i don't know how, but some how, the bottom of the lunch bag got wet and my lunch (remember, it's green and chunky pea soup) plummets through the soggy bottom. and crashes to the ground. and opens up. and splatters everything i am wearing. and my exercise ball too. (which i don't discover until later, after i have cleaned up, and i sit on the ball).

this is my day. this is my lovely Seinfeld day.