Yummy Visions of 2006

The Bond Bombshell Brings SexyBack!!!!

UhhMM. gityursexyon!!!

FAAAANTASTIC!

(which-by the way- has eclipsed the word, "awesome" this year.)

Anthems

Best feel-good-pick-me-up-drive with your car window down with the sound blasting-uplifting-tear jerking-touch ya right there when the music kicks in- anthem of 2005: FIX YOU, by Cold Play.

Best feel-good-pick-me-up-drive with your car window down with the sound blasting-uplifting-tear jerking-touch ya right there when the music kicks in- anthem of 2006: CHASING CARS, by Snow Patrol.

Peace

This is the way of Peace:

"Overcome evil with good, falsehood with truth, and hatred with love."
-Peace Pilgrim

What An Amazing Christmas...

Three years ago, during Christmas, my freakishly tall husband and I got engaged....

Two years ago, on December 30, 2005, we got married on a beach in Puerto Rico....

A year ago, on Christmas, the little rugrat attempted to break free from the safety of his womb WAY too early.....

What will top it all this Christmas???

Why- the best, most amazing gift of all....

Much more to come, and I'll keep you posted....

I sincerely hope that all of you had a wonderful Christmas, and I hope that even more wonderful wishes go by your way in the New Year that is to come.

Trucks!

Tonka Truck!

Mack Truck!

Ryder Truck!

We miss you dearly, P!

Come home for New Year's?

Ahpooduhpsties!!!

"Apooduhpsties" was Ryder's first word. We still don't know what it means.
Every day we get closer to figuring it out.
He's ten months old today.

"Yo, check out my ahpooduhpsties".

Translation:

"Yo, check out my cuteness".

We love you, Ryder-bear.

And your ahpooduhpsties.

Bond's Goodies Part II

There has been an overwhelming response to my post regarding Bond's Goodies, so I decided to write more. It seems that G wants to debate, although I'm not sure what he's trying to debate with me about.

It's just as I wrote, "Bond's Goodies". He's yummy, and he just happens to be my favorite. I don't disagree that the other Bonds were awesome in their own way, that they ALL exuded charisma, and character, and were sexy. That's not my point.

My point was just this: Bond's Goodies. He is hot, and sexy, and looks AMAZING naked. I mean, the dude is RIPPED like I don't know what. But not the ridiculous ripped. The "just right ripped". Looks AMAZING naked, sitting in a chair, all tied up, with a hole in it for his goodies to fall through. And yes, I've seen all of the Bond movies at one point or another, and I like them all, for their own right, but Daniel Craig is my favorite. Sean Connery and Pierce Brosnan made me wish I was a spy. Daniel Craig just made me drool. He made me drool, even though he was a "blunt object". He made me drool when he said, "The job is done. The bitch is dead." Cold and calculating- totally agree. Which makes him even hotter.

In my head, as I was watching this Bond character being portrayed by Craig- I thought to myself, "I'm REALLY into this guy". I didn't before in the other Bond characters. They all just seduced their women, played with their gadgets, and it was the WOMEN who took their clothes off for the men viewers. The WOMEN coming out of the water, all wet and practically naked. But this time, us women viewers got some goodies ourselves. This time it was Bond who got naked.

This time, its me who gets the eye candy.

And M gets the eye candy. She wants a copy of the pirated DVD also. So, share Bond's Goodies already.

And Chief Sherpa gets the eye candy. She wants me to watch Layer Cake just for the sole fact of Daniel Craig shirtless.

I mean, that's all we really want. Bond's Goodies.

Does She EVEN Know?

The Sherpa hates when I call her "The Sherpa".

DOES she EVEN KNOW what a Sherpa IS?????

My husband and I have been completely addicted to The Discovery Channel's Everest: Beyond the Limit. We have looked forward to it every single Tuesday, talking about it even at work- "guess what's on tonight, honey?"......"EVEREST! BEYOND THE LIMIT!....WOOHOO! Break out the beer"! As many of you may know, Everest is one of my little obsessions. Not really about the climbing, but about the mental strength that it takes to accomplish such a task, a task that just might take you to the roof of the world.

The last episode was on tonight, and we watched it with sadness as the final credits rolled on. It prompted me to write this post about Sherpas. I mean, SHERPAS RULE! And I'm wondering why AM HATES when I call her one. I mean, they absolutely rock, and no one on earth would get up to the top of Everest without their dedication. Sure- they're short and wiry, and typically very dark- just like A. But that's why they excel in high altitudes. They've adapted to be able to live in areas where only jets can fly. Being so close to the sun and the heavens is what makes them dark. I don't know what A's excuse is on that one. Los Angeles is at sea level.

But anyway, I digress. Here are some highlights from the reality show- and some more reasons why Sherpa's RULE:

"No insurance company on earth will cover Russel's business (he's the expedition leader). His only protection is knowledge, discipline, and the skills of his Sherpas, the backbone of any Everest expedition."

"Phurba has reached the summit seven times before, and he is now Tim and Gerard's best chance at survival." (As Tim and Gerard can't SEE anymore, and their feet are frostbitten from being in minus 40 degree cold.) As time progresses: "The Sherpas right now, are pulling Gerard. One pushing, one pulling him in the snow. They're dragging him down. It's not just Gerard's life at stake, the Sherpas place their own lives in danger just trying to keep him moving."

"The Sherpas go up to each camp before the rest of the team, bringing food and supplies with them- oftentimes just backpacks filled with bottled oxygen. Along the way, they affix safety ropes to the entire route to the top, without being harnessed themselves."

As a double amputee has made it to the top, and now has bloody stumps- and can't make it back down on his own (the team builds a make-shift toboggan to get him down): "The toboggan team helping him have run out of snow as they near advanced base camp. For the last few hundred yards, it's down to Sherpa power."...and then...."Phurba straps him to his back, all 120 pounds of him, and negotiates the rocky slope down to ABC."

And...as the team huddles a final time down at base camp after attempting their bids for the summit: "This doesn't work without all of the boys. Dorju. Auden. Donorg. Phurba. They cooked for you every single day. They worked so hard for you guys- Who put the ropes in? Who worked to get you back down? When you didn't turn around, and ran out of time, who was right there beside you? Every single one."

So, I say this. Do you even KNOW WHAT A Sherpa IS, A? How important they are? Maybe you don't deserve to be called a Sherpa. (And I know what you're going to say: "Yeah, I don't deserve to be one. Don't call me The Sherpa.")

Well, OK. I won't call you The Sherpa anymore. BUT still, you are THAT important to me as Sherpas are to the expedition teams up there on Everest. My backbone, so to speak. Plus, you're just really dark. And short. And wiry. And freakishly strong for your size.

I got it: "Chief Sherpa".

And if you have time, check out the "Sherpa Cam" in the link above. You should TOTALLY get one of those, A! I can watch you from here! I know, I know. You want me to get a "BITCH CAM", so you can watch me from there. I love you too.

Bond's Goodies

My freakishly tall husband and I actually had a chance to go out on a date last week. We chose to do the boring and yet satisfying "dinner and a movie".

We went to see Casino Royale, and Y-U-M-M-OHHH. I mean, watching Daniel Craig emerge from the water in the most stunning pair of swimming trunks was the best. This Bond is definately for the ladies. Now I'm just waiting for GE to give me a copy of the movie that he burned from JC, instead of keeping it all to himself, selfish whore that he is. SHARE The Wealth! Share Bond's Goodies!!

Happiness

You don't know that you're unhappy, until you're happy.

MA.

Look, See? Completely Harmless.

Would a "monster kitty" let you do THIS?

Zoo Poo

Based on a true story.

Once the poo is collected from the pens, it has to be picked up. And the guy that does this is Magnus, he's the poo truck driver.

"So, essentially your job is, well..you get the wheelbarrel, and uh, you dump the poo. You dump the poo into the truck".

"Yes".

"You go to every cage, every pen, in the zoo where there's poo, and you collect it".

"Yes".

"What did you do before that qualified you to be a poo truck driver"?

"Well, I worked my way up from guest services, dealing with the public".

"So, you started dealing with people, and when you mastered dealing with people, then you were qualified to deal with poo"?

"Yes".

"So let me ask you this: If you could deal with people, six days a week, ten hours a day, or deal with poo six days a week, ten hours a day..what would you do"?

"I'd deal with poo".

Questions, Questions

OK.

So far, I've been loving the blogging thing. But, I've got some questions- maybe one of you can help me out here?

First, I can't seem to upload any more pics into the side bar. You guys just might be getting tired of that picture of Blue.

And...how do I list the previous posts by Title over there in that side bar? Anyone? Anyone?

Lastly, are you guys able to comment on the posts? I wonder if The Seed is the only one having problems?

Naked Ryder

There are certain moments that eclipse all others when it comes to moments with Ryder. One of these is definately bath time.

The reason that this just makes me feel all giggly and cracked out is because we strip him down naked in his bedroom- shirt and pants off, diaper off- everything. We then force him to make the precarious 25 foot trek into the bathroom alone, having to step over the slab of marble that separates the hard wood floor in the hallway from the bathroom tile. He does it, and he runs, all top heavy, wobbly, and butt-naked, only to slam belly first into the tub, peering down into the running water. It gets even better then, because he belts out a shriek of absolute joy. He's up on his toes, butt in the air, and if he could- he would pull himself over and dive head first into the water. Yeah, we love that he loves the water...but we love it even more that he's sooooo naked.

Naked babies are just freakin cute. Sometimes I really just can't take the cuteness.

This Man Is Also Psychic.

"The planets are aligned, and you will give me your beer."

Shine On, K and A!!! Shine on...

From a Pennsylvania Paper on Friday, December 8, 2006

A LANCASTER WOMAN IS DEAD TONIGHT AND SEVERAL ARE INJURED AFTER DOZENS OF ACCIDENTS ALONG THE TURNPIKE WITH IN A NEAR ONE MILE STRETCH IN BEDFORD COUNTY. INVESTIGATORS SAY THE 54-YEAR-OLD WOMAN DIED WHEN THE CAR SHE WAS DRIVING LOST CONTROL DUE TO WEATHER CONDITIONS AROUND 3:30 YESTERDAY AFTERNOON IN JUNIATA TOWNSHIP. STATE POLICE SAY THE CRASH CAUSED A CHAIN REACTION FORCING 53 VEHICLES TO CRASH BETWEEN MILE MARKERS 138 AND 132. THEY SAY 12 TRACTOR TRAILERS AND 41 PASSENGER VEHICLES WERE INVOLVED IN CREATING THE HUGE NIGHTMARE. POLICE ALSO SAY 10 OTHERS WERE HURT WITH INJURIES RANGING FROM SERIOUS TO MINOR. THE WEST BOUND LANES REOPENED AORUND 11:30 LAST NIGHT BETWEEN BREEZEWOOD AND NEW STANTON.

Hypothesis Six

Something AK emailed me TODAY...without having talked to me, or seen my blog post from Saturday night:

Hi T,

Well you haven't heard from me because K and I were in a car accident on Thursday evening on our way up to Pittsburgh to watch the football game. It was a bad one. We had to go in an ambulance to the hospital with neck braces and back boards and had to stay over night in the hospital. Luckily we are both fine, a little sore, but the baby is fine so that's all I care about. They did an ultrasound and the baby's heartbeat was fine and he/she was moving and I had no cramping or bleeding. So they said everything looked fine. I have an appt on Wednesday anyway with my doc so...

We were driving on the PA turnpike and it was snowing and out of no where everyone started sliding all over the place- it was like something you would see in a movie I swear. My life flashed before my eyes. It's kind of a long story on how we ended up in the crash, but we ended up getting hit from behind and my car is totaled. I will explain all the details to you later. I'm just sooooooo happy to be alive. We could have died so easily it's crazy to think about. K has some bruises on his head from hitting the steering wheel and is sore in his shoulder/ back area. But we're both getting better with every day. Luckily I wasn't affected too badly. Just a little sore in my neck and lower back. I just can't belive it. It's like people will NOT STOP HITTING ME!

I have been soooo lucky so far that nothing has happened but it just makes me freak out. Anyway, enough rambling. Don't freak out b/c we really are ok. I'm back at work today so you can email me or I'll call you later. I'm going to get a new phone today.

BOY AM I HAPPY TO BE ALIVE!

XXXXXXXOOOOOOOO- AK

I talked to AK breifly today, she mentioned tractor trailers and one person in the accident actually dying. She sounded good, considering the circumstances, but she was basically saying what I had said to myself earlier during the week, that she thought she was living on this earth with borrowed days. So, Hypothesis Six from my post regarding mortality (reasons why I had been dreaming of life going on without me) is this:

I felt a little something (and I stress the word, "little") of what they were feeling because I love them soo much! We were connected in that mind/space continiuum. Proving once again to you non-believers that I am, once and for all, a little bit psychic.

I love you A and K! I'm sooo happy the three of you are alright. We're all going to be sticking around for a long time, damnit- and partying together in wheelchairs.

Baby Elephants

As we're watching, "In the Womb- the Birth of Baby Animals" on the Discovery Channel.

"Oh my god...a baby elephant coming out. That's huge. Ugghhh".

"Yeah. It was gaining a pound a day. Heh heh".

"YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY"?

"No, I'm just sayin' that you're lucky. Oh look, they're pregnant for 22 months too".

"Fuck you."

Doing Nothing

In not doing.....all things are done!

(I mean, come on...that's just brilliant.)

Mortality

Mortality.

I've been thinking about it alot lately. Having really bad dreams about dying and things, and just having an overall sinking feeling that my time here on earth just might almost be up. It didn't really bother me until my mother called me this morning, all teary and weepy, and said, "I'm so worried about you. I've had bad dreams about Ryder growing up without you". Jesus MOM!

I don't really think that I'm superstitious. Oh wait a minute, I do. I believe I'm superstitious, AND psychic. And I'm scared that these weird premonitions that I'm having (along with my mother) might actually be true. Is this normal? Do most women feel this way? I have an overwhelming picture in my head of life continuing on without me. I'm trying to stay positive, and I'm thinking that maybe its a few random things that are causing these feelings- so I'm posting them now to get'em out of my head, to get control of the situation, and to pull my panties up- so to speak.

Hypothesis 1: Too many terrible things happening to families in the news. The Kim Family from San Fransisco stranded in the Oregon wilderness after their car gets trapped in the snow...the two teens who die in Frederick after their car runs off the road...the young boy who was dragged by a car after being struck in Towson...I've GOT to stop watching the news, thanks for the advice, VV!

Hypothesis 2: The movies in which a parent is missing or out of the picture (Will Smith's "The Pursuit of Happyness"), or a child is missing (Leo Dicaprio's "Blood Diamond"). Definately won't be able to watch those. I mean, I can't even watch commercials without bawling...and how long are those? Two to three minutes? Max?

Hypothesis 3: The state of my health. Thyroid issues, uterus issues, abnormal pap smear??? WHAT??? Blah blah blah. Guess I'll just have to wait and see on those. Five more months to go...I can do it, and everything is going to be OK.

Hypothesis 4: I've got everything that I'll ever want, or need. A beautiful family which includes a hot, geeky, ceramical, tall husband, a loyal and very trustworthy cat, and a beautiful son. Like its all too good to be true, and it's going to be taken from me because I'm certainly not worthy of them.

Hypothesis 5: Capitol Swell's Lady in White and Browser Metric's Scary Mary. And The Seed's thoughts on making a snowman the next time it snows because you never know when you'll get that chance again. Damn THEM!!!

Well, I've got all of these hypothesis, these "reasons" why I may be feeling the way I'm feeling.....with really, well.....no conclusions. I should just get off the blogger and spend time with my family. I'm going to prove my brain fuck WRONG, and my mom wrong. I'm going to LIVE damnit! And I'm gonna live everyday like it WILL be my last. And then I REALLY can't go wrong!

Right???

Was That a Kiss or a Lick?

Blue hates to be snuggled with.

But for some reason, he doesn't mind it when Ryder snuggles with him. In fact, he sits around, and sort of taunts the little loverboy into running headfirst into his fur. Once Blue has Ryder in his furry belly, he rolls over on his back, and lets out a long sigggghhhhhhh. That's just the weirdest, cutest thing. What's even weirder is when Ryder turns and opens his mouth, and plants a big, fatty, open-mouth kiss on the kitty. Wait- is it a kiss, or a lick? Ewwww. I think it's a lick. I know this because Ryder then turns to me and smiles, with a mouthful of fur.

King of the Mighty Redwoods

I'll Never, Ever Forget the Look in His Eyes

Something I wrote to the girls on October 11, 2006:

I totally can't sleep, I'm having nightmares of his poor little face...so-this is therapy for me, and I'm going to write it out, so bear with me...I'd call you all right now, but 1. I'd just break down crying and 2. I'm sure you are fast asleep.

So, shortly after his noon bottle today, I went to change his diaper. We had spent the day playing, laughing, running around the house, you know-that sort of thing that stay-at-home moms typically do. Nothing at all seemed out of the ordinary, nothing at all felt "not quite right". I had even gotten off of a great gmail IM with AK- talking shit about our weight, and how much fun we were going to have this weekend.

So I'm changing his diaper, marveling at how wonderful he was after sleeping for a whole two hours. And then it happened- he threw up, all over his face. He's on his back. He coughed, sputtered, looked up at me, and threw up again. But this time, just as I'm picking him up to lean him forward, he coughs again and takes a deep breath IN. He stops, mouth caught in a way that he can neither breath in or out, and his eyes are wild. And I mean wild. I've never seen him so frantic. He looks like he's drowning. He starts reaching for me, grabbing at my head wildly, face frozen in total fear of the inability to take a breath. I'm getting scared now, and I bring him down to the floor. He's stuck, like he's choking- not crying, not making any noise from his mouth what so ever. But I know he's reaching for me to help him because his arms are flailing, grabbing at me, and his face....I'll never ever forget that look in his little eyes. For you nurses out there, it reminds me of times when you need to change a trache....they're totally helpless waiting for you to help them breathe again.

At this point I'm beginning to realize that he's in some serious trouble. It's too dark in the baby room so I scoop him up and run to the bathroom and flip on the lights. Fuck- he's gray and pale!! Not quite blue yet, but he's gray. He's getting there. I'm thinking at this point he just might die!!!! He's still not making any sound and the seconds go by like minutes-and I'm praying that he won't pass out. There's nothing in his mouth, but his face is covered with vomit, and it's coming out of his nose. All I can even think to do is hit him on the back. I don't know if it was the right thing to do or what. I'm hitting him on the back, saying, "please Ryder...please Ryder...breathe...god...breathe please please please please". He's still reaching for me and his eyes are still scared, but I hear a little breath. And then a cough. And then another little breath. And then another little cough. And now lots of breaths. Fast at first, and then quicker...and then....Thank god- the almight cry. "Thank you thank you thank you" was all I could muster- and who I was thanking, I'm not even sure.

I grabbed a towel, and with my heart just racing I picked him up and walked aimlessly around the house rocking him, soothing him, telling him that I was here and to please never do that again.

I called my freakishly tall husband immediately and in my state (nerves shot but not crying) I told him that he stopped breathing for five minutes. So not true, but it seemed like five minutes. I beg him to come home (then I starting bawling) and told him that I was going to call the doctor because I thought he aspirated.

He was home in 15 and we were at the Doctor's in 30. His lungs sound good, and he was an angel- causing the doctor to think that I was a complete neurotic psychopath.

I'm elated that he's OK..but I'm terrified of the look on his face that's going to haunt me forever. I felt utterly helpless and I still feel helpless now. I can't protect him from everything- especially from things like this and I want soo badly to. So I guess I'm writing to you guys because at one point or another you've all been here for me...what in the world would it be like if we couldn't? I'm also writing because I am just so emotional over what happened, that I'm philosophically thinking that anything you've ever known or loved can be taken from you quicker than when a ray of light disappears behind clouds. So- as I appreciate and love my son tonight (thank you, god, for letting me say good night to him), I might as well go ahead and say that I appreciate and love all of you because you just never know.

And so, when we got home from the doctor's- he smiles at me like nothing happened. Dirty rat.

Target Practice for Blue

Happy Birthday M!

I've just given your picture to Blue.

Songs That Make Me Feel Warm and Fuzzy During This Time of Year

This song: "It's Christmas Time...there's no need to be afraid...at Christmas Time, it's hard but when you're having fun..there's no world outside your window, and its a world of dread and fear....".

Means: Visions of 10 little cousins dancing in grandma's basement with leg warmers, barrettes with dangling beads, and purple fluorescent striped shirts with puffy sleeves. This also means Duran Duran buttons on jean jackets. Half of us screaming, "FEEEEED THE WOORRRLLLDD"....and the other half screaming, "LEEET THEM KNOW ITS CHRISTMAS TIME AGAIN".....one little girl dreaming of Simon Lebon, and the other little girl dreaming of John Taylor.

This song: "What can you seeeee???...on the horizon......why do the white galls calllll??? Across the seeaaaaa...a pale moon rises......the ships have come, to carry you hommmmeeeee......."

Means: Seeing the third installment of the LOTR and crying because it was finally over. M and I rushing to Best Buy the next day to buy the CD. It was THIS cold outside, but we we're going to do it, damn it.

This song: "I don't want a lot for Christmas, there's just one thing I need, I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree, I just want you for my own, more than you would ever know, make my dreams come trueeeeee, all I want for Christmasasasasasss...isssshiiiisssssss, YOUUUUUUUUUUU"...

Means: Singing this at the top of my lungs on the phone to M, and The Sherpa. It also means I love "Love Actually", and I can't bear to watch it because it inevitably makes me cry. And of course, it means getting engaged to my freakishly tall husband.

Did I just date myself with that Duran Duran stuff?

Anyway, back to work.

Just Leave Me out to Dry

I'm watching Oprah and she's talking with Leo DiCaprio and Djimon Hounsou about their movie, Blood Diamond. She's just previewed it with a scene where Djimon's character is screaming for his son.

The scene left me in a small pool of tears, goddamnit! I don't think I can handle watching this in the theatre! Was it the acting? Was it the script? Was it the war violence? Was it because I have a son, and I can't imagine being in that type of out-of-control-and-totally-shitty situation? I'm just happy that of all the parents and children that we know, all are happy and getting christmas gifts.

I'm so crazy- where did that just come from?

On a lighter note, Leo is still hotter than hell!

Eureka!

I was missing out! This is a better way to journal over the old pen and paper! Have you seen my world? Have you met Ryder? I can do anything!

That didn't take too long. What was that? A weekend?

What a Cute Little Girl

It Likes Ice Cream

Blue had never once complained at all about Ryder being around. We never asked him if it was OK to bring another member into the family, and its a wonder why everyone thinks he's crazy. He truly is good to us, especially after sneaking Ryder into the house without his permission. It's strange how pets just know that certain little infants just might be stickin' around. He's an absolute angel with Ryder, even when his tail is pulled by the little curious walker.

He's surely the most devoted, loyal, loving, ludicrous, and fiercely protective cat I've ever met. Some might say he's cracked out, and still others might say that he's a calculating, manipulative little bastard. We say he's harmless, and he just smells fear. If you come into this house with fear, you're dead meat. His favorite thing to do is corner people in the hallway on the way to the bathroom. He rocks.

I love Blue. And he loves ice cream.

Baby Einstein and Pazo

What would we do without Baby Einstein? Last night we left Ryder with a babysitter, so that we could attend a dinner party and eat like the animals that we are without having to worry about him. But that is a total contradiction- because most of the time when we were out, we wondered if the sitter was going to call and say, "you need to come home". Ryder is at that age now where he has some serious separation anxiety. I was pretty much preparing myself for it all day, preparing myself for the moments when I have to say goodbye to him for just a few hours. I am a total pansy when it comes to making him cry.

He was sooo adorable too, the few minutes right before we left. He was smiling gleefully at the sitter, being as cute as ever, walking all over the place and showing off his ability to bat his eyelashes. We gave the sitter all of the helpful hints, such as, "he loves running water", or "he loves to stare into the bathtub", and most importantly, if all else fails, "he LOVES LOVES LOVES Baby Einstein". Baby Einstein, I do believe, is like crack for babies. Ryder could be screaming and crying...but once that classical music comes on with the trippy visuals, Ryder is in a trance, fixated on the TV like a little stoner.

We eventually made it out of the door, but not without the wailing that we heard from the garage. We could also hear the sitter say to him, "do you want to watch Baby Einstein?" over his screams. She's no dummy. We shut the car doors, and sadly but happily drove away.

The dinner party was for VV's 30th birthday. We celebrated with her at Pazo, a Mediterranean restaurant right outside of Fells Point. The interior of the restaurant was gorgeous, filled with dark wrought iron fixtures, exposed brick, wood beams and blood red and orange fabrics. The main ceiling must have soared to about 50 feet, all reminicent of a medieval/gothic cathedral turned mountain lodge sans fireplace. A fun gathering place for close friends who like food. For a thoughtful review of the food by two of our pals, click here, or here.

As it neared 1230am, and everyone was gathering coats and jackets to leave, my husband and I thought, "We're out..it's only 1230! Is this night ending already"? Sadly but happily it did, and we were on our way home to see how the sitter fared with Ryder. As we pulled into the driveway, we noticed that his bedroom light was out. Good sign. We creeped into the living room (you never know if Ryder is sleeping on someone's chest in there), and the sitter looked up, smiled, and said, "how was dinner"? He was in his crib, sleeping! That's it? It was that easy? She said that Ryder cryed for a few minutes after we left, but when she turned Baby Einstein on, he was good until he had his bottle for bed around 10pm. And then he went to sleep with no fuss, no crying, nothing. "He was so good, I don't know what you were worried about". Go figure.

When she left we snuck into the bedroom for a peek at him. He was sleeping soundly, all snuggled up. I put my hand on his back as I always do, just to feel the rise and fall of his back while he breathed. Just as if we never left.

It's always fun to go out, but nothing beats coming home.

Am I addicted??

OK, I'm not going to lie...I just spent the last 2 hours playing with the template, changing the colors, picking the fonts, and wondered out loud about whether or not I should bold the text. Why can't I just magically make an awesome-looking blog instantly, or make my own template so that it looks pretty, just like my favorite blogger Dooce? I guess you can see that I'm fixated on the more important stuff, like how this blog looks, instead of what the content is.

I've arrived!

So, this is the world of blogging!! I hope The Seed (who is standing over my shoulder as we speak) hasn't let me down and overhyped this. I guess I just have to remember that, in his words- "this is just for you and nobody else". Well, if it's just for me, then why bother to post "just for me stuff" for anyone to see? Maybe the guy just wants some company. Who am I kidding? Maybe I just want to write and post pictures...for anyone who cares.

I'm not really sure why I decided to blog today. I've been meaning to, and if someone is going to help me set it up, then what excuse do I have? I also wanted the answers to these questions: Was I missing out? Is it the easier way to journal besides the old pen and paper? Is it so other peeps can peep into my world? Is it a way to introduce the world to Ryder? Who knows, apparently the genius in this is that, "I can do anything".