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.)

Good things

I have been remiss in my shout-outs to good things in the lives of those I stalk whose blogs I read. In no particular order, please go and send soy-based, poo-stained good wishes over to Karen on her return to the States intact and with child. Then go, quietly now- she's napping, and give a huzzah to Jen on the arrival of her daughter Lila.

As for me, I have been scrambling like a whisk at an egg festival. Work has me putting in gobs of overtime, non-work deadlines are creeping up, and I did want to sleep on occasion, ok?

In the meantime, enjoy Gabe relaxing on the big stuffed dog sent to him by a dear friend:

Sing, sing a song...

So, I am off to a regional weekend event with the Sweet Adel*ines. See, I am diverse- a weekend gaming, a weekend singing- yeah, I am a real party animal. Actually, there is normally a lot of partying at these SA weekends. No, really, there is. Stop laughing!

As a group, the ladies of the SA love to sing. A lot. A lot, a lot. So, what else to do when you’ve had too much wine but to stay up all night singing? Well, at least until the hotel security comes by and threatens to throw you out.

Which brings me to a mini-rant. Why, oh why do hotels that have distinct wings in their design “mix” in non-SA folk with the SA folk? We love everyone, really. But not everyone loves us. It would let us party till the wee hours and let those who don’t care for a cappella harmonies at 2am sleep soundly. We run into this everywhere we go, so it’s not just one hotel in particular.

Anyway, I digress.

And there will be no late night partying for me this time because I am taking Gabe. I wanted to give A the weekend to himself because we’re in the middle of a few projects that have been “on hold” for too long. Now he can work on them without complaining that “The baby was fussing and you were off having fun” or “I didn’t want to do X because it might expose the baby to fumes.” See, I fixed it- no mommy, no baby...now get to work, dammit! {smile}

Gabe loves that barbershop sound. It soothes him like nothing else. So, I have high hopes that we’ll have a good weekend. Fingers crossed for me, ok?