By the way, I added some new links to the site. Most of these are friends of mine (with the exception of Google News). Go to their sites and buy stuff. They’re good people.
Mike worked like a maniac today in the yard while Lily recovered from waking up during the night. Mike and I had some bizarre “sleeptalking” episode last night - he was talking in his sleep and I was answering him in my sleep, and woke half way through it and said, “WHAT? What are you talking about?” He just grunted and went back to sleep. I wish I could remember what he said, but I can’t. Who knows what I said back to him, either.
I went through all of Lily’s clothes today, reminiscing about where that spit-up stain came from, and remembering the time I gave her prunes instead of plums (geez, they both started with “p” - who would know) and she blew out a diaper and an entire outfit, and her Uncle Jay’s shirt. He just stood outside on the deck yelling “HELP!” in the most pitiful voice. Those shorts were retired today with just the faintest hint of the Great Prune Explosion of 2003. (Note to breastfeeding mothers: NEVER give your child prunes. THEY DO NOT NEED ANY HELP WHATSOEVER WITH REGULARITY!!!) Those damn prunes should have come with a warning label. Oh well. Live and learn.
It was kind of sad to retire her swing, and see a gigantic garbage bag full of enough outgrown clothes to outfit an entire third world nation. Made me feel guilty and lucky all at the same time. Note to all my girlfriends out here: Hurry up and reproduce so I can see Lily’s cute clothes on someone else. Oh yeah, and don’t have a boy, either, cuz I can’t help you with clothes for that one. Along with the bag full of clothes, I retired the boppy pillow, her lamaze mat, and a faux Kate Spade diaper bag that is missing the faux Kate Spade tag - which basically means it’s just a big, black bag with some newborn diapers still in it. Mike’s got to crawl into the attic at some point this week so we can walk through the hallway.
We saw American Wedding last night - we were supposed to go to Seabiscuit but we cut it too close and of course it was sold out. I laughed just because Mike was laughing, and to hear him guffaw in a movie theatre is something that must be experienced to be understood. He took me to a movie early on in our relationship and since I continued to date him after hearing him bust a gut laughing, he figured he’d marry me. He’s the guy you don’t want in back of you at a funny movie, but I love it and it makes me giggle.
