So the bad news is that yesterday was Porter's 4 month checkup and therefore shots day. Poor guy. Shots day extends beyond the joy of sticking needles into the baby's legs. It also means that for the rest of the day, he pretty much feels like crap. I came home from work around 3 PM, and spent the afternoon curled up with him in bed so he could sleep/nurse/sleeeeep/wake/fuss/sleeeeeepppppp....
I'm going to burn in Mommy hell for admitting this, but the boy slept from 10:30 last night until 5:30 this morning. Man, I love shots day. I haven't had 7 straight hours of sleep since he was born. My previous best was when he was sleeping 7 straight hours starting from around 8PM. That equated to about 5 hours for me, which was pretty sweet. That was the week of Thanksgiving, but it all went out the window when I went back to work. Hopefully Chris doesn't call me any time soon to tell me that the little man has a fever and is sick. That would suck the joy right out of my morning. But in the meantime, I was dancing in the car on the way to work. All of that spare energy! Sweet!
Merry Christmas - Over and over again. First the grandparents (aka my mom & dad and Chris's mom) came in for an early Christmas celebration. Then we celebrated our own Christmas. It was all fun, and the best part....going out to see a movie. Gasp. Without number one son.
We saw "I am Legend". Chris nailed it - if you liked "Children of Men", you'll probably be inclined to like this one. And we did like "Children of Men". Well for me, except for the part where the woman went through childbirth and then ran with her newborn through a war zone. I was about 2 months pregnant, you see. Actually that then brought up a similar issue with "I am Legend". No pregnant women, but there's an aspect of the movie that both of us identified with. And it went horribly awry. Unfortunately I can't expound on this because it would be a spoiler. If you go, you'll figure it out.
In general, I just didn't enjoy the movie all that well. Will Smith is a phenomenal actor - and he did a great job here. But this was sci-fi crossed with horror, and I'm not much of a horror flick fan. I have an overactive imagination. And then of course there was the aforementioned aspect of the movie. I'd give a qualified thumbs up - knowing that it's an apocalyptic horror flick, if that's your thing, definitely go. Otherwise...Blades of Glory anyone?
I've always cursed flying in and out of Pittsburgh because it's so freakin' expensive. USAirways had the monopoly on the local airport, and they weren't afraid to use it. I've flown out of Cleveland and Akron and gotten hugely cheaper tickets. But either that's changed, or Cincinnati is just ridiculous. Egads.
I'm a day late in getting this to the internet, but our celebration won't be until we run out of the house on Sunday yelling "sucker!" over our shoulders at Mom while she babysits Porter.
Ok, just kidding about the yelling "sucker" part. But anyway, you'll be happy to know that only 3 years too late, I've found the perfect first dance for us.
It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm…of pish, and crawls insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.
-H.L. Mencken
By Ken Levine One of the writers from the TV series M*A*S*H writes about Hollywood, showbiz, etc
Class Factotum She's Baaaacccckkkkk. And as funny as ever!
Cobb I'm fascinated on this man's ponderings on being American. And being black. And being an African-American.
Confessions of a Pioneer Woman She makes me laugh. Any woman who has named her own disease - Low Blood Sugar Cranky Butt Disorder - is ok by me.
Cute Overload OK! I admit it, I love a website which uses terms like "prosh" and "paws-up-itude". I'm pretty sure I will have my engineering degree taken away now.
Fatmarc Mountain Bike, Cyclo-cross...is there anything this man doesn't do?
