A phrase I WILL NOT PONDER.

I think for the benefit of GC and any other pregger buffistae it's a phrase we should all just admire from afar and not ponder too too closely.

Tom Scola; NY trip stuff insent to your profile addy.

Once when my nephew was, I don't know, 5 or 7, maybe younger, he was visiting my parents and my mom noticed the moon was a pretty spectacular crescent in a clear sky and pointed it out to him. He contemplated it gravely and told her "In Boulder [where he lived at the time] the moon is round." We figure people had only said "Wow, look at that moon" when it was full up 'til then.

Oh, another way to confuse young children is to tell them the moon is following them.

::crosses tommyrot off "potential babysitters" list::

The moon STILL follows me. But I don't mind.

StE's birthweight was 7.8 lbs, StY's was 7.4, head circumference measurements identical. StE had a large fontanelle, StY's was the size of the pad of my thumb. Kid had a head like a rock. A round, hard rock. Ow.

Actually, he's always had a head like a rock. Sweet guy, not very malleable.

Gorgeous dress, Kristin, you'll make it glow. All good thoughts to your grandmother.

Chocolate cake is one of the *best* ways to welcome a new employee. Or an old employee--an employee of almost any vintage, actually. The only better one I can think of is more money.

I laughed till I cried over Ginger's apt reportage of kid conversation. Ayup.

Of course when I shared it with DH, he gave me a look. Apparently, with the ADD he thinks my conversations are still like that.

Okay, maybe a little.

Apparently, with the ADD he thinks my conversations are still like that.

The Boy's conversations are very linear, but that's because he's excellent at focusing as long as the other person is right there. Otherwise, all bets are off.

(Last night, I was washing a sinkful [and then some] of dishes, and he was outside mowing the lawn. The phone rings, 2 rooms away. I grab a dish towel, and sprint for the phone. It's The Boy, on his cell phone, out in the front yard. He called to tell me the yard was full of lightning bugs and I should come outside.

On the one hand, awwwwwww. But on the other hand -- well, my reply to him was, "Are you SERIOUSLY calling me to tell me THAT?"

And then 2 minutes later I thought, I'd rather have a boyfriend who tells me to come outside and see the lightning bugs than a boyfriend who tells me to get my bitchass back in the kitchen and wash his dishes.

So I turned off the water and went outside.)

That makes me think of a story about a coworker my wife had once in the pre-Leif days. Apparently the night they went to the hospital for her to give birth, she was working on cleaning the dishes before they left. Her husband told her that she shouldn't have to worry about the dishes before going to give birth, she could leave them until she got back home.

They also named their kid Norbert Adolf, but that's aside from the point.

Aw, that's a very sweet story.

ETA: This was about Tep's post, but Gud's is sweet as well. Almost as sweet as my wife going to several stores looking for Otter Pops for me when I mentioned I wanted some the other day. Sweetness.