Sunday, April 27, 2008

Trust me, I'll call you when I have the baby.

First off, big ups to Cecily over at And I Wasted All That Birth Control for tipping me off to this awesome little laptop. She posted about how much Tori Anne loved the one she got her. Ever since we started Skyping (is that a verb?) with my Mom on her latest trip to Beijing, Max thinks that my laptop is a portal to his Grandma, and there has been no peace. Any time my laptop is out, he thinks it is fun time for Max. My poor little HP is a trooper as it is (unlike Scott's piece of poo Toshiba's that are constantly breaking down on him). I am not willing to put it through the abuse of a 2 year old, as well meaning as he may be. Our new strategy when Max sidles up to the kitchen table is to get out his "Explorathon" laptop which is likely far too advanced for him, but whatevs. The mouse makes a silly "boy-oy-oy-oy-oing" sound and it has lots of buttons to push. Also, if he gets sticky peanut butter fingers on it, it won't complain too much.

In other news, the "Have you had the baby? Huh? Huh? Huh?" calls have started. Holy hell people, I will call you when this little girl decides to formally introduce herself. Do you think I'm going to wait and week and then casually call you up and be all "Yeah, so I had the baby back in March..."? It's bad enough that I can't sleep, my back is killing me, and Max thinks his sister-to-be is a nice shelf to sit on when he is cuddling with Mommy, I don't need the added pressure from you (whoever you are!). /rant from cranky pregnant lady.

On a more positive note, Scott and I went out on a date last night - a very nice joint birthday present from his folks. We had dinner at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse (which has completely ruined me for any other steak-serving restaurant) followed by Forgetting Sarah Marshall, which was pretty damn funny. A lot of full frontal male nudity (from beginning to end) in the Knocked Up va-jay-jay/crowning baby/shock value style. Scott says he actually heard me laugh out loud a few times (an excellent sign as I am typically an "inside" laugher). I think he just likes my deep pregnant lady laugh...

The beast is waking up, so I best get a move on. I was hoping he might sleep in seeing as his Grandparents kept him up until 9:30pm last night, but alas, it is not to be. Sigh.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Fickle Feline 2.0

I've been trying to figure out what to write for about a week now...since I haven't come up with anything awe inspiring, it seems like I should just get back in the saddle and post something.

So - here goes - HAPPY 2nd BIRTHDAY MAX! HAPPY 33rd BIRTHDAY SCOTT. Belated, yes, but worth mentioning nonetheless.
Also - I am about a million months pregnant (feels like it anyway). The baby is due May 6th, but I'm really really hoping she decides to introduce herself sooner than that. Guess we'll see. I've been walking everyday, and tempting her with nice things like booby milk, but so far no go. Another Taurus, stubborn and wanting to do things in her own time. Wonder where she got that from?

Alright - now that the first post is done with and out of the way, hopefully it won't seem so overwhelming and I can get back to it. I figure I'll have lots of late nights staring at this new baby, so there should be ample (if not bleary) time to post more.