Sunday, August 24, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Day in Philly
Before my folks left for Miami this past weekend, we spent the day in Philly. Here are some shots:
My Mom joined in on the Tai Chi, while my Dad literally took the bull by the horns.
Also note: flickr has been updated with new photos. Click over in the left hand column.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
My Baby...
isn't much of a baby anymore. He's ten months old today.
Letter forthcoming. First, I have to check on a diaper. I think he left me a present. :)
Saturday, August 16, 2008
How Come I Never Noticed Him Before?
Since my folks are leaving to go back to Miami tomorrow (sniff, sniff), I took advantage and went to an afternoon movie. I wasn't interested in seeing anything in particular, but decided on the new Woody Allen movie, Vicky Cristina Barcelona.
Javier Bardem. OH MY GOD.
And that's that.
Javier Bardem. OH MY GOD.
And that's that.
Monday, August 11, 2008
As I Sit Here With My Mouth Open in Surprise - Now Updated
I love email - I think it's a great invention. It's quick, you can make it as short or as long as you'd like and it's instant.
What I don't like is that you can necessary express your tone or sarcasm without the use of capital letters or italitics or any combination of things.
I have a bunch of friends who have just had babies or are expecting babies in the next few months. Naturally, I have been receiving invites to baby showers, so much that they are becoming every weekend occurances. Today, I received yet another evite for a shower.
Unsure whether or not it was a family thing or a women-only thing, I emailed the party organizer. After formalities and such, I asked?
Are families invited to the shower? Or is this a women-only affair?
The response came quickly:
Thank you for your inquiry. We are inviting spouses, but are not prepared to include children.
That was it. A response like I had emailed Amazon about my order. Not signed or anything.
And since it was an email, I'm not sure how I should take it. Should I be upset? Or understanding that it was email between two people who don't even know eachother? Do I figure it's a space thing? Or maybe they don't have the means to provide food for children? Should we attend anyway (provided that we find someone to watch the baby)? Should I go solo and leave Mike home with Patrick? Or should we sit this one out entirely?
What do you think?
*So, I got an email back, apologizing, since the gal didn't realize that I had a little baby. I guess even she realized how emails could be misunderstood. Still, I don't know what to do. I could let it go, or I can dwell, dwell, dwell. Which I might. Cause sometimes, I like to be petty and hold grudges (insert Dr. Evil laught here).
What I don't like is that you can necessary express your tone or sarcasm without the use of capital letters or italitics or any combination of things.
I have a bunch of friends who have just had babies or are expecting babies in the next few months. Naturally, I have been receiving invites to baby showers, so much that they are becoming every weekend occurances. Today, I received yet another evite for a shower.
Unsure whether or not it was a family thing or a women-only thing, I emailed the party organizer. After formalities and such, I asked?
Are families invited to the shower? Or is this a women-only affair?
The response came quickly:
Thank you for your inquiry. We are inviting spouses, but are not prepared to include children.
That was it. A response like I had emailed Amazon about my order. Not signed or anything.
And since it was an email, I'm not sure how I should take it. Should I be upset? Or understanding that it was email between two people who don't even know eachother? Do I figure it's a space thing? Or maybe they don't have the means to provide food for children? Should we attend anyway (provided that we find someone to watch the baby)? Should I go solo and leave Mike home with Patrick? Or should we sit this one out entirely?
What do you think?
*So, I got an email back, apologizing, since the gal didn't realize that I had a little baby. I guess even she realized how emails could be misunderstood. Still, I don't know what to do. I could let it go, or I can dwell, dwell, dwell. Which I might. Cause sometimes, I like to be petty and hold grudges (insert Dr. Evil laught here).
Sunday, August 10, 2008
The Voices in My House
So, like everyone else this weekend, we've been watching the Olympics. I missed the Opening Ceremonies on Friday, but spent a good chunk of yesterday watching and again this morning.
I was able to catch the end of the USA v. China basketball game. I was actually excited because I got to hear all kinds of commentary from my dad, who is amazed when the players slam dunk (Look at THAT! Tremendous!).
Anyway, I showed Yao Ming to my dad. I told him he's super tall and he plays for the NBA here, but he goes back to China to represent his country for the Olympics.
Over and over I heard my dad repeat: Yao Ming, Yao Ming, Yao Ming.
A little while later, I heard my mother talking to Patrick: Patrick, do you like basketball? Do you like the basketball players? Do you like Chow Mein?
Ay yay yay.
I was able to catch the end of the USA v. China basketball game. I was actually excited because I got to hear all kinds of commentary from my dad, who is amazed when the players slam dunk (Look at THAT! Tremendous!).
Anyway, I showed Yao Ming to my dad. I told him he's super tall and he plays for the NBA here, but he goes back to China to represent his country for the Olympics.
Over and over I heard my dad repeat: Yao Ming, Yao Ming, Yao Ming.
A little while later, I heard my mother talking to Patrick: Patrick, do you like basketball? Do you like the basketball players? Do you like Chow Mein?
Ay yay yay.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Life as of late
Nothing too exciting going on my world these days. Just the usual - waiting on one car to be fixed, getting new tires for the other car, going to work.
Mike and I went to see the Police this past weekend. Awesome. Sting sounds as good as ever and the Stewart Copeland is really an amazing percussionist. I'm really glad I had the chance to see them, since they claim this is the last Police tour.
My parents are visiting for a few weeks and Patrick has them wrapped around his fingers (get it? a Police reference! hee hee). Everyday, my father takes him for a walk and when they come home, Patrick is completely passed out in his stroller like a little he's had too much to drink.
Patrick continues to surprise me with his personality and charm. He's at the point now where he smiles at me to manipulate me. He also started crawling forward last week and is pretty good at it. He started day care aka baby jail and seems to love it. Last week, I took him to the doctor for his nine month visit - he's in the 25th percentile in both height and weight (18 lbs, 2 oz and 27 inches long) and babbled incessently.
I'm tired most days. It seems there aren't enough hours in the day. But I'm trying to enjoy the summer because soon these warm days are going to turn into the grey cold days that really get me in a funk.
That's all for now. I wish I had more subsantial things to write about but all I can think about right now is a hot shower and bedtime.
Mike and I went to see the Police this past weekend. Awesome. Sting sounds as good as ever and the Stewart Copeland is really an amazing percussionist. I'm really glad I had the chance to see them, since they claim this is the last Police tour.
My parents are visiting for a few weeks and Patrick has them wrapped around his fingers (get it? a Police reference! hee hee). Everyday, my father takes him for a walk and when they come home, Patrick is completely passed out in his stroller like a little he's had too much to drink.
Patrick continues to surprise me with his personality and charm. He's at the point now where he smiles at me to manipulate me. He also started crawling forward last week and is pretty good at it. He started day care aka baby jail and seems to love it. Last week, I took him to the doctor for his nine month visit - he's in the 25th percentile in both height and weight (18 lbs, 2 oz and 27 inches long) and babbled incessently.
I'm tired most days. It seems there aren't enough hours in the day. But I'm trying to enjoy the summer because soon these warm days are going to turn into the grey cold days that really get me in a funk.
That's all for now. I wish I had more subsantial things to write about but all I can think about right now is a hot shower and bedtime.