Sunday, April 23, 2006

and may their first child be a masculine child

First the obligatory Cal weekend photo. Only it's actually a picture from last weekend, because it's been raining like a Bible story all this weekend, and we didn't get a chance to go to the playground.

Oh wait, I found another photo. This is from brunch today. I just think the expression on his face is funny, like, "Oh, hello there, I didn't hear you come in. Yes, my Cheerios are imprisoned in plastic--what of it?"

OK, so maybe it's not that funny, but whatever. He's my kid, indulge me.

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I was so excited--they were running a "Godfather" marathon on TV last night on some kind of endless loop on AMC. Only I tuned in halfway through "The Godfather II," and by the time "The Godfather III" finished I was too tired to watch the movie that I really wanted to watch, "The Godfather I." I know it's not really called "The Godfather I," it's just called "The Godfather," but I didn't want to be confusing about it, and oh my god, how many times have I said "Godfather" in this paragraph? We have to change the subject.

(Anyway, I wasn't really paying attention to the movie because I was playing with Cal and I didn't want him to watch all those mobsters getting shot in the face and stabbed and to witness the misery of corruption and human isolation because, like, hello, adult themes and violent content.)

Despite the miserable weather, we really had a very good weekend. Cal just got two more teeth up top, bringing the grand total to six. I was on overnight call Friday, but was home by Saturday morning and got to enjoy an (almost) full weekend off. Joe and I have our third wedding anniversary coming up in four days. Life is puttering right along, and it's the little things that make it good.

Currently eating: Joe's beef stew. It's like, his specialty. (The secret is the brussel sprouts.) We blended some stew up some for Cal, and he ate a prodigious amount for dinner. We also mixed some of the gravy into Cooper's dog food. It's a meal the whole family can enjoy! That said, I have yet to find any food that Cooper won't eat. She's like a goat--she would eat a boot or a tin can if you gave it to her.