NaBloPoMo

I noticed the other day that I am creeping up on my two year blogiversary. Two years! And I have said, well, things. Stuff. Nothing earth shattering, I fear. So, in celebration of my two years of rambling on, I have accepted the NaBloPoMo* challenge. In the month of November you will get the good, the bad, and the ugly. All "dish-ed" up to you daily. Think of it as a blue plate special without the gravy. Oh, who the hell am I kidding, there might just be gravy on some of them- needed or not.

Tomorrow I rest and stock up on sugar.

*National Blog Posting Month. Credits to Cecily for alerting me to the occasion. For a complete list of rules and participants, go here.

Frankenbaby

Bipedal

Yep, you guessed it- Gabe has finally decided that walking just might be ok. Last night as I was testing his ability to follow instructions (“Honey, go get your sock. It’s next to the pillow.”) he decided to walk over to get the sock. And then crawl back to me. I don’t think he had any idea what he had done. (And, but the way, he has so mastered the follow instructions gig- it’s awesome).

A bit later, he did it again and based on the reactions of all present, he did finally realize what he had done. So he did it again, and again, and again- each time going to one of us for a big hug and kiss. He loved the attention and the affection.

This morning? Not gonna walk. No way, no how. Eh, he’ll get back to it soon enough.

(And in case you were wondering, no, mommy is not insightful enough to grab the freakin’ camera when the kid takes his first steps. Duh!)

Pe*nis!

How do you get the attention of a classroom full of undergraduate students right before lunch? Same way I just got your attention- say "Pe*nis." Perks 'em right up, I tell ya. (I did actually have a reason to say it in the lecture, but I will be remembering the power of the pe*nis for future rainy-morning classes.)