Thursday, September 15, 2011
The Dude Abides
The other night I watched "127 Hours." I'd like to think that if faced with imminent death I would drink my own pee and cut off my own arm. Let's not test that.
Mr. Monk's latest trick is giving. He likes to hand off anything that he has to me or the dog. After he licks it, naturally.
I'm not sure which is scarier--finding the baby fondling a rusty old pair of pliers or my husband asking why that's a bad thing.
Starting to get really nervous for our trip to London sans baby.
Starting to get really excited for our trip to London sans baby.
I just typed up a three page list of "notes" for our mothers to use when watching Mr. Monk for a whopping five days. Apparently, I am a micromanager after all.
Yes, both of our mothers are coming to watch the baby while we're away. Together. Sounds like a sitcom plot, doesn't it?
People keep asking if our moms get along well. My response: they do as of now. We'll check back in a week or two.
In the last few weeks, FIVE of our friends have had babies. December was a wild month!
If you are invited to a kids party and the invitation reads "no gifts," are you really not supposed to bring a gift? I have issues following directions. For my son's (ridiculously soon, eek!) birthday, I want to write "gifts only if you can't bear the thought of showing up empty-handed, please."