close call.

I was about to insert my hand and necktie into the teeth of the shredder that we got for christmas- when I spied the warnings showing me not to. thank god.

blowing bubbles.

Henry even looks cute when he is blowing spit bubbles. He is learning new ways to amuse himself (and crack me up). H. has also really taken to that little chick I bought for him when I was pregnant. It is the little animal friend that rode around with him in his crib at the hospital. It is so soft and lovely. Comfort.

its the freakin' weekend...

...we're gonna have some fun. To quote the R-ah. Mike and I went to go see Borat this weekend- we have been trying forever to see it -Going out for a night on the town together requires alot of advance planning now; as we have to line up one of our moms to watch Henry, etc. It was worth the wait though. The movie was as hilarious as I expected it to be. A bit depressing though. I can't believe the display of ignorance I saw as shown by the americans being "interviewed." Unbelievable. I must be naive in thinking that racism and bigotry are quickly diminishing. I love that the stupid frat boys from South Carolina are trying to sue for defamation of character. Poor babies! I just found out that the rodeo depicted was filmed in Salem, Virginia. Yikes! I used to drive through Salem when I took 460 on my way to school. That hits a little too close to home. If you have seen the film, you know what I'm talking about. What are these people thinking? I guess they aren't. I don't know how Sascha B.C. keeps a straight face. Especially when the fat guy was messing with his a noose in the hotel room.
We finished our evening with dinner at the Boot. Yum. The food was delicious. My third visit, and I've been pleased every time. I had the lasagna bolognese, Mike had the orecchiette with italian sausage. They have a really good wine list and beer menu. I love that red cap Chimay!! Thanks Jules for turning me on to that one. It will be a great venue when they can start booking bands to play. It is just a really nice, low-key atmosphere wherein you can actually have a conversation. The bathroom is clean as well, which is important to me- I avoid the taphouse now because of the nastiness festering in the w.c. I have a good feeling about that place- worth a babysitter! Cheers to The Boot!

tree.

got the tree lit. That experiment should read "joy", but it looks more like "jog." Yeah, I need to jog... I threw in a picture of me and Hank for good measure.

"mommy blogs"

I can't believe it. Has this become a so-called "mommy blog"? I swear- I do have interests that extend beyond my child... but he is just so unbelievably incredible to look at-I can't stop taking pictures of him. I look at him all the time and think to myself: Mike and I created THAT? wow. It is amazing. And Henry is such a happy child. He wakes up smiling and laughing. I love that he is so happy and comfortable and safe. I love that I'm able to stay home with him. I do miss my job, and adult interaction, but that smile in the morning tells me it is all worth it.

And speaking of adult interaction- Julie, Beth, and Cassie- I had so much fun Saturday night. Thanks. Beth called me on Sunday, and laughingly said " how's it going, party girl?". Whatever that means. hmph.

christmas balls.

I think I've finally amassed enough ornaments- to um, decorate a whole forest of trees this year. What can I say? My mom instilled within me a true love of holiday decoration. There is nothing better than pulling all of those boxes down from the attic and rediscovering things from years past. Enjoying these treasures for only a short time each year means they stay special forever. My husband thinks its all a bit wierd and unnecessary- and I can see his point... we really don't NEED three live trees this year...Our house being so small and everything...

I spent two hours putting lights on the tree last night. Before I began I plugged in all the strands, and checked all of the little bulbs. As soon as I finished connecting everything and getting all of the branches lit just right, the lights flashed off, then back on, then off- never to flash back on again. f'in merde.

poulet? mais oui, garcon.

H. Cooper deciding he will probably not be a vegetarian.

whoozit.

Some strange spirit inhabits Henry's Whoozit toy. It turns him in to a little maniac. I make sure we never leave home without it, hehehe.