“So I’m watching AMC and this movie with Cher, Dennis Quaid and Liam Neeson is on. I see him and I think ‘is that Liam Neeson?’ And then I think that his character looks deaf, which it turns out he is-“
“Wait, how does a character look deaf?”
“I? Don’t know. He just did.”
“I always get Liam Neeson confused with that other guy… who I can’t think of his name. I’ll look it up on the IMDb later.”
“Wait, how will you look it up if you can’t remember his name?”
“Because I remember what movie it was that I thought he was Liam Neeson.”
In his “Dingo Snack” shirt from Jaimie.
Ben’s new nickname is Dr. McDrooly.
The exercise ball I got that proved useless for labor has allowed me to bounce Ben to sleep when the rocker doesn’t work.
Today, I needed my hands, and Kris was running an errand. So I called Liz and Chris and asked if they could hold the baby. Nothing like “hey, can I come over and leave my kid with you for half an hour?”
Diana came by today to meet Ben before her appointment for Moxification. I was working on edits for Angelina’s wedding program, so she took a peek. They are both getting hitched on July 7. And then I realized Diana had never seen our wedding program. I also showed her the one Liz & Chris made and the one for Dad & Patsy.
Diana and her fiance were in a pretty bad motorcycle accident a couple weeks ago, so if you’re in the praying mood, consider them. She’s healing up well, but she just got the cast off her arm and may have to have another put on before her big day.
And if you’re in the mood for nonsense prayers, the skin tag that pregnancy gifted my nose with? The one that looked like a booger? Fell off. I’m hoping it doesn’t grow back.
Ben turned 3 months old on Saturday, so we measured and weighed him for his baby book. I got 25″ long; Kris got 26″ long. We visited GJ and I used her fancy scales (the kind they have in doctor’s offices) to weigh myself holding Ben and then just myself. He’s 14 pounds!
GJ asked if I’d lost all the baby weight, and I told her I still had about 10 pounds of it. “I imagine those last 10 pounds will take forever,” I added.
“It shouldn’t take too lond since you don’t eat sweets.”
Huh? “Um, I very much eat sweets.”
“Your other grandmother said you didn’t.”
“GJ, you know better than to believe anything Juanita says.”
Me. Not eat sweets. Pshaw.
I like to post a picture of my mom on the anniversary of her death. This is her holding me, presumably in Compass Lake, when I was about Ben’s age.
And GJ holding mom when she was about Ben’s age:
Thanks, Nathan, for scanning these for me.
Heather Rickles came by yesterday to drop something off and today to pick something up and both times Ben was asleep. “Wow, you’ve got him on a schedule,” she commented.
It’s more like he has me on one. He has a pattern he keeps to most of the time. About every four hours, his itinerary is as such: wake up, eat, play, nap. But about every other time, he switches it up. Naps longer, eats sooner, etc. Just enough so that I can’t really plan around what he’ll do.
I’ll take what I can get, though!
The countdown is on: in less than 2 weeks, I’ll be back in the office. That makes everything a case of either “oh, I won’t be able to do this when I’m at work” or “well, at least this will be easier.”
There will no watching VH-1 while I make a locator map. Also, there will be no balancing act with a squirmy baby while I try to check e-mail.
I won’t get to wear my pajamas until 2:30pm. But I won’t have to coax him to sleep before updating the rainfall chart.
I’m sure I will miss this. On the other hand, I think it will do me good to get back in the swing of things. Perhaps daycare will benefit him, as well. All the books say babies thrive on structure, and I’m sure the daycare will offer more of that than I do.
So yesterday morning Ben was having a meltdown. We’re not sure why. Growth spurt? Passed around too much on Saturday? Either way, I ended up staying home from church so he could rest since yesterday afternoon we were heading to Fultondale to visit Kris’ grandparents.
Ben had woken up as soon as I put him in his crib, so when he fell asleep again on my chest, I just stayed put for the next 45 minutes. I flipped channels. The Last Unicorn, one of my favorite childhood movies, was on.
I’ve sort of had a block about what to make for the desktop of the month as of late, but catching the last half of this movie again inspired me. I’ll do my own sort of “I love the 80s” gallery. Expect a unicorn, maybe two, some Care Bears and Rainbow Brite to appear in the coming months.
It may be late, but I went ahead and posted this month’s: She-Ra. It’s something I scanned last year, I think. I never posted it cause I didn’t do anything to it. But I figure a retro scanned image is better than the second month of no image.
Let’s power of grayskull, y’all.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads in my life.
