Future President?

The other night, a very normal and mellow evening at home, Greg and I were struck at how focused our kid is. Observe:


Lining up the matchbox cars with precision (well, precise for a 16 month old).

Not playing in the carboard box, but perusing an article in the cardboard box.

Pondering the woes and wonders of the world with Kona...or maybe just trying to see his feet past his milk-belly...

This little thinker just might support us sooner than we planned!

6 Days of Boycotting

Okay, so they didn't kill Meredith and I'm over it already. I can't believe I worried for a week and then was rewarded with that crappy episode. I can't believe they pulled the 'ole "character will die for all intensive purposes, go to a pergatory-like-place of her own mental concoction, battle demons until realizing there are things and people to live for, and resurrect herself in true miracle-fashion with no medical explanation thus impacting the lives of the people she almost left behind in ways she will never truly understand" scam on us.

Next week's episode better be humerous; I did not sign on for another ER. At least Mark Sloan's character was still moderately sleazy. However if he makes it through his 60 days of celebacy with an epiphany of true love and the idea that he has a soul mate, I will vomit.

Sorry for the skepticism. I'm usually fairly agreeable.

Tired in Texas

Dear Abby,

I have a 15-month-old son who hasn't slept through the night for quite a while. He makes it until about 4 or 4:30am, but then has trouble until we finally get him up, although we have been able to remain firm about not getting him out of bed until at least 6am. Basically something jerks him awake and he sits straight up and cries, eyes still closed. I'm convinced he's still sleeping because if we do go in there and give him his pacifier, he flops over like a ragdoll and goes back to sleep...for about a half hour until it happens again. It's safe to say that neither Greg nor I really gets back to a good sleep because we're nervous he's going to wake up at any minute. We've tried just about everything we've heard or read, and we still average about 6 hours of interrupted sleep a night. My eyes start burning by like 1pm at work and I yawn on my patients all day.

Help!
Tired in Texas

P.S. He is a great napper though; we never have a hard time putting him down and sometimes he'll even take my hand and lead me to his crib so he can sleep. Not surprised, the poor kid's probably exhausted!

Who's Anatomy?

If you have not seen this week's Grey's Anatomy yet, you should stop reading right now because I am about to divulge things.

For the rest of you, what in the world?! Did they kill off Meredith? Let's refresh: She was passed out underwater in the freezing cold for more than 30 minutes. She was rescued (by McDreamy, of course) and was given CPR for several minutes. She was given multiple shots of epinephrine, several shocks with the paddles, and a breathing tube with NO response. Her body temp is 81 degrees. She is blue. Oh, and let's not forget that she flatlined at the end, woke up in the "afterlife" and saw Denny, who told her she's dead.

Even though Meredith is whiny and lisps and is not my favorite character, the show is named after her for crying out loud! Furthermore, it is in the height of it's popularity and so would she really leave the show? It's like killing off Dr. House of the show House. It's like killing off Jack Bauer (ok, so technically they've already done that and brought him back, but then he is Jack Bauer).

Has anyone heard anything that might shed some light on this so I don't have to spend the whole week seeing the image of McDreamy sobbing and curled up in a ball on the hospital floor over and over in my head?

She'll probably wake up with amnesia and fall in love with Alex who turned sweet all of a sudden. Seriously.

My Valentine

I think my husband's been trumped. Here is my official valentine this year.

He bakes...



He frosts...




He does dishes!

He definitely gets to show this off to all the girls at daycare tomorrow...
Happy Valentine's Day!

Primitive Nature of Man

I walked into the office a minute ago to find the following. Oh yes, while I was making Noah's lunch in the kitchen, I apparently didn't realize his facination with the office trash can and it's treacherous contents.

Upon removing the objects from his possession, he ran into the other room, layed on the floor, and threw a tantrum. I guess we can all learn a little lesson about what will happen when you seperate a man from his drinks and hardware.