Thursday, July 31, 2008

Note to Self

Just because you are too lazy to make yourself some lunch, you should not assume that the pasta you accidentally left out on the counter overnight is "perfectly fine" to eat.

Pasta: 1
Sue: 0

Between the unhappy belly and mister sir's decision to sleep as little as possible Tuesday morning, I was really in no shape to go to work, so I stayed home last night. (I figured the last thing anybody wanted was for me to deposit a puddle of vomit on the production floor and then pass out in a bag of vitamins.) I was able to get a little extra sleep, and the pasta demons worked their way out of my system, so I'm feeling much better today.

Soren got to experience his first earthquake yesterday. He didn't seem to notice, though. The funny thing is, it happened at a time when we would normally still have been asleep, but for the fact that he was all unusually wakeful. We were sitting out in the living room on the couch when the shaking started, and even though it wasn't a huge quake (5.4, centered about 30 miles away) and nothing got knocked over, I'm glad I wasn't awakened by it. That would have been much more startling, I think.

One more night, and then I'll be done with another week. Next week I only have to come for 4 nights, and then we're off to Oregon again for another wedding. Soren will get to take his first airplane trip on the day he turns 4 months old. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it will be as uneventful as possible.

Wow, this is a remarkably boring post. Not to worry...I've got more interesting things in the works; just have to get around to uploading some pictures first. Thank goodness for weekends!

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

His feet

his feet are long and
strong and lean - it seems that this
boy was born to dance

(Just for you, Auntie T!)

Monday, July 28, 2008

The Verdict

Saturday morning, barely able to contain my excitement, I walked the five-ish blocks to the theater to watch The X-Files movie.

Short version: Yes, it was cheesy, but I loved every moment of it.

Long version: Buckle up; here we go.

Geez, where to even begin?! I guess I'll start with the raves, move on to the gripes, and then round it out with some final, fangirl thoughts.

  • Obviously, the first thing's got to be, 10 years after the last movie, and 6 years after the show went off the air, there's new Mulder & Scully awesomeness out there in the world. Yay!
  • There were lots of little goodies thrown in for the fans - references to past episodes & characters, Mulder's quirks (pencils in the ceiling, dish of sunflower seeds at his desk), and of course the portrayal of Mulder & Scully as an established, acknowledged romantic couple. Finally.
  • Skinner! He didn't show up til the end, but I was glad to see him eventually make an appearance.
  • Yay for the Mulder & Scully dynamic. It was a little awkward at the very beginning of the film, but once they got in the groove, it was just like old times, and even a little better, with the addition of occasional makeouts. Yay for makeouts.

  • The FBI agent in the beginning, the one whose disappearance gets Mulder & Scully involved in the first place, did not behave as I would expect an experienced federal officer to behave. She gets home, alone, late at night, realizes there's someone prowling around her house, and instead of getting back in her car, calling for backup or maybe even just drawing her damned weapon, she decides to take the guy on herself with some sort of claw-rake thing? And doesn't anticipate that there might be a second guy she'll have to fight off after she's dealt with the first one? Come on, Chris & Frank. Do better by your characters. I know you had to get M&S involved somehow, but I'm fairly certain you could have done that one a little better.
  • There were too many things they didn't tie up or explain. Why was the severed arm buried in the snow in the middle of a field? If the agent was supposedly able to survive her head-severing, and Scully even said, "She's still alive!" once she figured out about the crazy Russians and their wacky head-transplant schemes (Oh, X-Files...), why did they never mention it again? Why the hell were the Russians transplanting heads anyway, in West Virginia no less?
  • I'm a little annoyed at how Scully first came into Mulder's office, as if she hadn't seen him in a while, and then made a comment later about his "scratchy beard" when he'd clearly been growing it for quite some time, and they've supposedly been living together for the past six years.
  • I guess my biggest gripe is that Chris Carter et al keep persisting in their belief that they can make an X-Files movie "for all audiences." They tried it with the first one, and it sort of worked out a little better then, but this time? Dispense with the lengthy introductions and cumbersome explanations (there were some) and just make a movie for the fans. We're the only ones who care any more, anyway.

Final Fangirl Thoughts

So, here's basically the progression of my opinions from the moment I walked out of the theater:
1) Ah, yay. That was great. I want to watch it again. (I saw the first movie five times in the theater. What I wouldn't give for the return of the $5 movie ticket...)

2) Head transplants? Really? I have to say, that's pretty dumb. If this were anything but The X-Files, I would be mocking it pretty mercilessly.

3) But it is The X-Files. And when have they ever had realistic cases/bad guys/etc? The liver-eating Stretch Armstrong guy? Flukeman? Alien bounty hunters? Vampires, werewolves & shapeshifters, oh my? Cult of the Jesus slug? I mean, the "mythology" episodes were the most believable out of any of them, and even they were all about aliens & government conspiracies. So yeah, crazy head-transplanting Russians are actually kind of par for the course!

4) But...they still could have done better. The movie didn't really get moving until more than halfway through. Back in the day they could get you completely sucked into an episode over the course of the two-minute opening teaser. And a lot of the early baddies were so much more compelling and scary. If they were so determined to go monster-of-the-week, they should have just really gone for it.

5) I'm conflicted on the whole William issue. I think the decision to have Scully give him up for adoption near the end of the show was just a poor one all around. You've already established that he's not normal. He can't grow up like a normal kid, even if he's not being raised by his drama-attracting parents. And do you really think that sending him to live with some normal family in New Mexico or wherever is going to protect him from alien supersoldier bad guys who were so determined to find him at all costs? Ugh. So yes, I am glad that they acknowledged him in the movie, acknowledged that his absence from M&S's lives is a big, gaping hole, and part of me really did hope that the second movie would be all about getting him back. But...that would only have worked if the movie had come out a couple of years after the show had ended. The kid's supposed to be, what, 7 now? (I think he was about a year old when Scully gave him up.) If they haven't heard about him in 6 years, haven't tried to find him or see if he's doing all right, or anything, going after him out of the blue wouldn't make sense. Yeah, I just think the whole thing was poorly handled from the get-go, and there's no good way to salvage the storyline.

6) I need to sit down and re-watch the whole series. Re-live the glory days. Buy the movie the moment it is released on DVD and watch it again. And again, probably.

7) Yay! Now that I've seen the movie I can get caught up on all the interviews & stuff that I was so carefully avoiding! (I had no idea Gillian Anderson was pregnant again.)

8) Sigh. I sure did love that damned show.

All right, that's probably enough for now. The bottom line though is that I did enjoy the movie, I'm very glad they made it, and I'm even more glad I kept myself in the dark beforehand. (Mom told me after the fact about something she'd read in sone article that gave her a certain expectation about the ending, and I would probably have been WAY disappointed if I'd read the same thing before seeing the movie.) Anyway. We'll be returning to Soren posts soon enough, I promise.

Update: Whoa, whoa, what now?

Friday, July 25, 2008

All right, now I see it

Lesson Learned

Whoever said sleep deprivation impairs judgement was on to something.

Last week I decided, for some reason, that it would be clever of me to stay awake from the time I got home Friday morning until it was time for bed Friday night. That way I'd be switched over to a "normal" schedule for the weekend. And even though I dozed off for about half an hour after Tom left for work, it was surprisingly easy to stay awake all day. I think my body was tricked by the daylight. I'm supposed to be awake now; it's no big deal. I'd been up since 6pm Thursday, and it wasn't until about 29 hours later, after we'd finished up dinner over at Max's, that I finally crashed out on the couch. When I woke up again about 20 minutes later, I was a super-crab and pretty much insisted that we go home, earning myself at least 50 more bitch points.

A few days later, it (finally) occurred to me that this was basically the dumbest plan ever. Hey, I know what will be great! I'll build up a nice sleep deficit all week, and then when I finally get a chance to catch up, I'll stay awake even longer because lord knows I'll never be able to fall asleep at night otherwise, and it's so important that I switch my schedule over for the weekend. Um, first of all, have I met me? Pregnancy insomnia notwithstanding, when have I ever had trouble falling asleep at any time, day or night, especially since the boy's been around? Second, does it really matter that much if I have a little trouble falling asleep Friday night? So I sleep in a couple of extra hours on Saturday morning. Big deal. I'll still have most of the day to get stuff done.

A rational person getting plenty of sleep during the week would probably have seen this hare-brained scheme for what it was, without actually having to try it out to realize its folly. Fortunately, I'm not so far gone that I couldn't come to my senses eventually. And this weekend, I'll be taking full advantage of the extra sleep opportunities available to me.

Not to mention the weekend's other, more exciting opportunity...the chance to see the new X-Files movie! Because I don't think I've properly conveyed my excitement thus far! And I wouldn't want you to think I'm not excited about this movie! No sir!

Have a good weekend, folks. ;)

Thursday, July 24, 2008

TAL me a story

A while back, Netflix introduced this new "Watch Instantly" option for some of their titles. Now, in addition to however many movies you get in the mail, your subscription allows you access to some small subset of movies and shows online. It's a pretty cool idea, but they require you to use Internet Explorer, and in the beginning they didn't have all that much available that I was interested in watching. Yesterday, though, I browsed their selection again, and they've added a bunch of stuff. Notably, they've added several pay-channel (Showtime, HBO, etc) TV shows that I've wanted to check out. So I added Weeds, Dexter, and This American Life to the "Instant Queue."

This American Life started out as a weekly NPR program. Tom & I enjoy listening to it when we can catch it. Last year, they started making a TV version that airs on Showtime, so I've never had the opportunity to see it. This morning, I went ahead and watched the first episode.

I have to stop right here for a moment to say that Netflix, which I adore, is annoyingly buddy-buddy with Microsoft with regard to this whole "Watch Instantly" venture. MUST use Internet Explorer. MUST have the latest version of Windows Media Player installed. MUST download additional special WMP drivers. The video quality's great, I'll give them that, but I'm still a little miffed at the corporate whoring they've got going on.


The first episode of the TAL tv show featured 2 stories, both of which I'd already heard on the radio version of the program. It'd been a while though, so I was happy to sit through them again, and it's kind of neat to see images of stuff as they're talking about them. It's funny to see Ira Glass, the host, who looks nothing like I'd pictured him from listening to his voice. Basically though, the show is just the same as it ever was, same format and such, only there's stuff to watch in addition to the stuff you hear. And I think that's a good thing. I was kind of worried they would make the format all crazy for TV or something - crazy how, I don't know - but it was nice. I'm looking forward to watching more later.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008


For the past couple of days, Soren hasn't been sleeping as late in the morning. Instead of my usual 4-5 hours of snooze time after work, I've been getting more like 2-3. On top of that, the boy's mid-day naps have been reduced from about an hour in length to around 20-30 minutes. It's as if this week he's just suddenly decided he doesn't need as much sleep anymore. To which I can only say...yay.

I don't know if it's just that I'm getting older or what, but I seem to have a hard time if I wake up to a lot of ambient noise. Last night Tom came home early, and I was able to crash for an hour or so while he watched the boy, which was great. He completely deserved to be embraced by a pleasant and grateful wife when he woke me up to go to work. Instead...he got Snarky McSnarkelton. When I woke up, I was still pretty out of it. I came out to the living room where the TV was on, loud, so it could be heard over the humming of the fans, which were also loud. The cat was whining, the baby was fussing, and the end result was this miserable cacophany that wormed its way directly into my brain and made me want to punch a hole in the wall. I went from disoriented to mildly irritated to complete and total raving psycho-bitch in a little more than 5 minutes.

I realize that getting short-tempered from lack of sleep is not in any way unusual. I really dislike, however, the fact that I've been getting so uncontrollably angry over things that truly aren't that big of a deal. I don't want to be that person. I feel like I really ought to be stronger than that. I need to be stronger than that. It's not as though I can reasonably expect to be getting a bunch of sleep or always getting to wake up in relative quiet any time soon. I'm sure I'll adapt eventually, but in the meantime, I regret that I'm far from the most pleasant person to be around. During the week, Tom & I have maybe two hours a day to spend in each other's company, what with out overlapping schedules and all; the last thing I want is to spend that time bitching at him because he wants to unwind from his day with a little TV-watching and the very thought of another Law & Order: SVU episode playing at maximum volume makes me want to hurl my big, blue book of death at the TV. I just haven't figured out how to not become a complete angerball.

At any rate, I have at least managed to get a bit more sleep so far today. And the weekend is just around the corner. Things will improve, soon.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Commence with the Gidding

I am trying so hard not to completely geek out over the impending release of the new X-Files movie. I'm starting to get really excited though. I know Tom's growing weary of my "Gah! Mute it!" outbursts when the trailer comes on TV (I usually try to mute all of the commercials anyway, but sometimes I forget). "Just don't listen," he tells me, exasperated, as if such a thing were possible. I'm sure he doesn't understand my need to maintain the surprise any more than he understands why anyone would find calculus difficult. Not a big fan of surprises, my husband. Why I would work so hard to deliberately keep myself in the dark is something he maybe gets, in principle, but something to which he can't really relate. It's okay. I never claimed I wasn't weird. He still fell in love with me anyway.

Just a few more days. I'll probably go on Saturday to see it.

I'm so excited.

His Smile

his smile, gummy and
broad and bright and beautiful
can light up a room

Monday, July 21, 2008

Come again?

I was reading through my latest issue of Chemical & Engineering News when the following headline made me do a double-take:

Abandoned crack pipe led to $50 million Valero refinery fire.

What it actually said:

Abandoned, cracked pipe led to $50 million Valero refinery fire.

Okay, that makes much more sense.

How he's grown!

Just about 3 months difference between these shots.
(11.5 weeks, actually)

It's just that he's so damned cute

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Photo Essay 1: The Pacifier

There was a brief period of time shortly after he was born when Soren would be calmed and comforted by a pacifier. Who can forget this adorable shot from when he was 11 days old?

However, shortly thereafter, he seemed to decide that pacification could only be achieved with a boob or a pinkie finger (though not his own). Any further attempted introduction to a silicone substitute nipple was met with a dramatic production that included crying, flailing and gagging. We eventually resigned ourselves to permanent raisin fingers and left it at that.

A couple of weeks ago, for some reason or another, the pacifier was tried again, and much to my surprise, it was accepted. I'm guessing this is at least partly due to the fact that, since I've been back at work, Soren has to eat a couple of meals each night from a bottle, and he's grown more accustomed to the silicone mouth-feel that he used to find so offensive. At any rate, this has made things much easier for us, and we are grateful for this change of heart.

Which brings us to today's photo essay. These pictures were taken Friday afternoon, when we met Tom at school for lunch.

Chillin' with my awesome skull-and-bones pacifier. I am so hard core.

Oops, lost it.

I'll chew on my fingers while Dad helps me get it turned around.

Now let's see...

If I bring it up this way...

Well now that's not right.

Eh, maybe fingers are better after all.

Ah, thanks Dad.

You're the greatest.

I can't help but smile at you.


I don't know what you guys are laughing at, but it must be funny.

Let's try this again.

Oof, not in the eye. That's too high.

Too low.

Ah, there we go.

I'm awesome.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

First Photoshop Project

Nobody puts baby in the cleanroom!

Despite my best intentions

Most days, near the end of my shift, I make a little list of the things I want to get done at home. I fold a post-it in half - so it sticks to itself - and write in tidier than normal handwriting, carefully planning my evening/day/non-work time. Usually, the tasks on the list involve chores I'd rather get out of the way before the weekend, or stuff I want to look up online, or errands that need running. Sometimes there's a chores list on the front and a grocery list on the back.

I try so hard to be organized.

However, rare is the occasion that I actually complete all of the items on my list for a given day. Many things get held over and recorded again on the next day's list. And again on the following day's. And so on. Every day this week my list has included:
- laundry (put away)
- vacuum
- nightstand (tidy)
- coffee table (tidy)
And every day, for one reason or another, I've neglected to do these things. Granted, these days, it's somewhat more understandable that time manages to slip away from me (get home, feed the baby, nap 2-3 hours, feed and play with the baby, nap 40 minutes, feed the baby, eat, nap 1 hour, feed the baby and hand him off to Megan, nap another 2 hours, eat, go to work), but even before Soren got here, and my schedule was perfectly normal, I still had a hard time getting things done.

I'm not going to lie. I get distracted by the internet. A lot. And maybe that's my biggest problem. Maybe tomorrow I'll try not turning the computer on until after I've accomplished at least two of my list items. I know, what a novel idea, right?! Blagh.

(This boring post has been brought to you by "not enough sleep" and "residual guilt over an untidy apartment." Somewhat more interesting drivel to resume after these messages.)

Update: Sometimes all it takes is a good night's sleep (where "night" equals "day" when appropriate). The boy let me sleep this morning, minimally interrupted, for five hours, and I woke feeling quite refreshed. As a result, the bedroom's now clean, and the laundry & dishes are put away. Yay!

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

His Hands

his hands are tiny
curled round my thumb or index
finger while he eats

It's the re-resurrection of Haiku-Tu. I figure we've got 38 weeks left til Sir turns one; maybe I can have a neat little collection amassed by then. PNN

I want somebody to create a new and different news channel. Ever since shortly before Soren was born, I have had an especially hard time reading/listening to/watching the news. Initially I chalked it up to hormones - it's no secret that most women are rendered extra sensitive by pregnancy - but now at three months post-partum, when all the amplified estrogen is on the decline, I still can't stand to read most of the stories that are published on a daily basis. And forget local news. The few times I've caught one of the local nighttime news broadcasts, it's seemed that each story is more tragic and horrible than the last. Child abuse, teenagers dying in car wrecks, young men and women being killed in Iraq & Afghanistan, starved and neglected animals, global warming...enough! Every story about someone's child being hurt or killed makes me want to swaddle my little boy in bubble wrap and never let him out into the world.

Someone needs to start the Pollyanna News Network (PNN). PNN would feature stories about good deeds people have done in their communities. About lost hikers who used their wits and survival skills to stay alive until they could be rescued. About dogs who saved their owners from house fires, and kids whose innovative and impressive research projects won local science fairs, and businesses that are promoting sustainability and environmental protection. These stories exist in the "regular news," but too often they are swallowed up by the rapes and murders and hurricanes.

I know that bad shit happpens in the world. And I know that ignoring it won't make it go away. And that tragic stories are just as worthy as uplifting ones of being told. But I think I could handle the sad ones a little better if I could then click over to PNN and be bolstered by a stream of consistently happy ones. If there existed a place where "newsworthy" didn't automatically mean "gutwrenching."

So somebody get on that, would you please?

Monday, July 14, 2008

At dinner tonight

Tom: My naan-shake brings all the boys to the yard...
Me: And they're like...[ululating]

Are you kidding me?

Gang raids on Catalina Island? Really?

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Bouncy Boy

Here's Soren trying out his new jumpy bouncy swing thing.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Happy Weekend

yay caturday

Another of vampire shift's little benefits is that, since I work Sunday night to Thursday night, my weekend starts on Friday morning. Whee! Sure, it also ends early, but it still feels kind of nice to be walking out to start my weekend just as the rest of my former first shift coworkers are arriving for the day. Extra nice is the fact that I'll get a full 2 nights off this week, rather than the abbreviated weekend we had last week. I am looking forward to getting some nice rest.

I also expect I will spend at least part of my time off playing around with my newly acquired copy of Adobe Creative Suite. My super-talented photographer aunt just upgraded to the latest and greatest version of the software, so she kindly gifted the older version to me. And while I think I'll leave the crazy cat head Photoshopping to her, I do aspire to become more proficient in some of the other image enhancement techniques she's got mastered. Should be fun!

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Well color me surprised

Since I've been back to work, one of the things I've been bringing in with me to snack on in the middle of the night has been (brace yourselves)...yogurt. Most often it's been...strawberry yogurt.

I never liked yogurt, unless it was soft-frozen. The texture bothered me way too much. Way too snot-like. (For years, I could barely tolerate pudding, for the same reason, and tapioca's still on the "DO NOT WANT" list.) Couple that with my long-standing loathing of artificially flavored red things. Strawberry candy? Blech. Cherry anything? Quadruple blech. (Actually, that one's still true, even for naturally flavored cherry, you know, cherries.)

The yogurt acceptance has been brewing for a while. Tom started making these berry parfait things when I was pregnant, and as long as I always had something besides plain yogurt on my spoon (berries, granola, whatever), I could handle it. Then he started blending frozen berries in with yogurt to make, well, flavored yogurt with chunks of frozen berries in it, and I did all right with that. But then, a few weeks ago, he came home with a box of little single-serving strawberry and raspberry Yoplait cups. I eyed them warily in the fridge for a few days, and then got brave enough to try one.

Well what do you know? Like Mikey in the Life commercials, like the Academy Awards audience watching Sally Field, I was surprised to find that, really, I liked it. The texture aversion had been slowly driven out of me, and there were enough actual berry chunks in there to mask the "fake red" taste. I have since branched out to try other yogurts and have been similarly pleased. (I'm not touching those peach ones in the fridge though, Tom. Those are all yours. Yech.)

So who knows?! Maybe a few more years down the road I'll be marvelling at my new-found love of banana ice cream and peach gum and cherry cordial. I just threw up a little in my mouth though, writing that sentence, so I'm not too optimistic. ;)

What foods do you like that you never thought you would?

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Mohawk Boy

Busy night tonight, so I'll just do a quick photo post. Besides, the last Soren pic has gotten too far down the page, and we simply can't have that.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

X-Files Junkie Needs Another Fix

It wasn't long after I'd woken up this afternoon. I was sitting on the couch in the living room, checking emails, only half paying attention to the episode of The Sopranos that was on TV. Megan was playing with Soren. The TV went to a commercial. Movie trailer. I glanced up to see a flash of red hair, then the distinctive Duchovny profile. I yelped...and shut off the TV as fast as I could.

Megan looked at me like I was nuts, which I suppose is perfectly valid.

For those who may not be aware, the long-promised second X-Files movie is being released this month. Once I found out they were filming it in B.C., and not L.A., I resolved to avoid as much information about the movie and its plot as I possibly could. (Had they been filming down here, the temptation would have been far too great to seek out any "on location" shooting, and that would have required more than a little research.) I heard a rumor the movie was in production back in December. Once I'd confirmed via IMDB that it was indeed happening, and read a couple of articles so as to ascertain filming location, I cut myself off. No spoilers. No trailers. No photos from the set. Nada. From IMDB, I know three things, and three things only.

1. Aside from David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson, Amanda Peet and Xzibit have been cast in the film, as field agents. Any other casting decisions, returning characters from the show (though they killed off most of the good ones), etc. are a complete mystery to me.

2. The movie is meant to be a standalone, "monster-of-the-week" type of thing, rather than a continuation of the "X-Files mythology."

3. The release date is sometime in July.

This third point puts me in a tiny bit of a bind. It is my fervent hope that I will be able to walk into the theater knowing absolutely nothing about the plot, so that every moment is a glorious surprise, and my nearly-nonexistent expectations cannot help but to be surpassed. This is why I have diligently avoided anything that might clue me in at all, even a 30-second trailer. However, by not watching the trailer, and not returning to IMDB, I don't actually know the exact release date. I don't want to wait too long to see it in the theater; once it's been released, the risk of accidental spoilage increases dramatically, what with reviews and interviews and whatnot. Plus, let's face the facts here - I know the whole "standalone" thing is designed to appeal to a wider audience, but by the end of its run, The X-Files had become one of those shows that was like a kid with a face only a mother could love. You know? The die-hard fans would stick by the show no matter what lame-ass, half-cooked idea the writers managed to squeeze out of their worn out creative centers and slap on a page, but no average person would mistake that for any kind of cinematic brilliance. So I don't expect the film to be a blockbuster, and I don't expect it to be around long. And I don't want my trailer and information avoidance to result in my missing the opportunity to see the movie in the theater!

Fortunately, this is not a huge dilemma. I will simply ask Tom to find out when the movie's coming out, and trust that he would not lead astray the woman he supposedly adores above all others for the sake of a good laugh. (Because you wouldn't dream of doing that, right, dearest one?) But just in case he decides it would be far more fun to mess with me, maybe one of you good people could leave the release date in the comments?

Monday, July 07, 2008

Surprise Benefits of Vampire Shift

1. Improved dental hygiene - Because my sleep schedule is kind of weird now, I end up brushing my teeth an extra time per day than I used to. Used to be once in the morning when I got up, once at night before I went to bed. Now I brush in the morning before bed, in the afternoon when I wake up, and a third time at night before I go to work. Crescent fresh!

2. Increased blogging frequency - Yeah, I know quantity doesn't necessarily equal quality, but it has definitely been a surprise to me that I've been able to post something every day for the past, what, 10 days or so? When I was getting switched over to vampire hours at home, before I actually started back at work, it was something to do to help keep me awake. Now that I'm working, since I don't really eat anything during my "lunch" break, I have a free hour to kill, and writing seems as good a way as any to do that. And here I thought working these weird hours would make me blog less...

3. Primo parking, every night - Okay, this one isn't actually much of a surprise, but it's nice anyway. The majority of the folks working this shift are out in the production area, which means they tend to park on the other side of the building from where I usually park, leaving many, many gloriously empty spaces right outside the door by my office.

4. I thought I had another one, but I can't remember it now. I'll add it later if it returns to me.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

My Favorite Things

I think my new favorite time of day is in the morning when I get home from work. I set down my things, take off my shoes, and go into the bedroom where my two favorite people are dozing all adorably. I quietly get into pjs and brush my teeth, and then I get to settle down beside them. Usually Soren stirs before too long, looking for some breakfast, and I get to cuddle him up to me for a bit while he eats sleepily. Sometimes he drifts back off, and I can gather him on to my chest where he settles with a sigh, and the three of us snooze a bit longer until Tom has to get up for work. Other times, Soren decides it's time to wake up for a while, and he'll lay there grinning and cooing at me. Eventually he's back off to Nod, and I get to watch him doze contentedly, smiling in his sleep every so often, before falling asleep myself. It's just the best.

I wish I could bottle up these days and squirrel them away somehow. I know I'm going to blink, and my little boy will be trotting off to kindergarten, blink again and find him headed off to college. Nope, my only option is to enjoy every moment of this time now, and believe me, I surely am.

Are they related?

I can't be the first person to wonder if Clay Aiken is actually Barry Manilow's love child.

Clay Aiken

Barry Manilow

Update: This is indeed not an original thought. It was reported that Manilow often introduced himself to younger audiences with comments such as "I'm Barry Manilow.... This is what Clay Aiken will look like in 30 years." Uh, Barry? Try 40 years.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Might as well face it, you're addicted to sleep

The past couple of days have been a little bit rough, sleepwise for me. Soren was gettting better about sleeping through the night (or at least sleeping for longer chunks of time at night) for Tom, which meant that he wanted to be awake more during the day with me. I still probably got my usual six or seven hours of sleep, but they were spread out - a few hours here, 40 minutes there, etc. I'm looking forward to the chance to "recharge my batteries" over the weekend with some solid blocks of sleep. I guess tonight was a less good night for him & Tom, so I'm betting the whole fan-damily will be catching some extra Zs today.

Friday, July 04, 2008

Stomach says, "Wha?"

We were given a 4th of July "dinner" at work tonight. Barbeque at 3AM...only on vampire shift.

(And college, I guess.)

The Vampire Shift Continuum*

So here's the main weird thing I've noticed about working nights. It feels kind of like you're living and working on a continuum, rather than having nicely discrete units of work time and home time and sleep time. On day shift, you have that very distinct overnight time to sort of hit the reset button, as it were. But on vampire shift, you're leaving work in the morning, only to return (much) later that same day, which ends up feeling more like you're working one really long shift with little breaks in the middle, rather than separate days within the week. You get your "reset" opportunity over the weekend, rather than every day. It's a weird feeling, and one I completely didn't expect.

Three nights in, I'm a little tired, mostly because I didn't get too much sleep during the day today or yesterday. I've got one more night after this (yes, we're working 4th of July), and then I'll have a break. Next week - and the week after - ought to be made somewhat easier by the fact that Tom's sister will be staying with us and can look after the little sir during the day, permitting me a couple of extra hours of sleep. Whee!

*Sounds like a Robert Ludlum novel, no?

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Seriously, guys

This kid just keeps getting cuter by the day. It boggles the mind.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Soren Says...

Getting pretty talkative, this one. When he's not trying to eat his hands, that is. (And even sometimes when he is...)

My hair, it's everywhere

I'd heard about this. It's apparently pretty common for women to have beautiful, shiny hair - that almost never falls out - during pregnancy, and then at around 3 months post-partum, it's like someone released the proverbial hounds. You just start shedding like crazy. Before I got pregnant, my hair fell out pretty readily. (I read somewhere else that the average person loses 80 hairs a day, but if I had to guess, I'd say my loss average was about twice that.) Then along came the pregnancy hormones, and - what do you know? - almost no hair ever got left behind in my brush. It didn't fall out by the fistful when I took a shower. It was pretty great.

After Soren was born, up until about 2 weeks ago, I remained a hair-retaining superstar. Then one day I noticed I was losing more than my new normal amount. Pretty soon I was back up to my pre-pregnancy loss rate. And now? I'm worse than the cats. Hairs in the brush, hairs in the sink, hairs clinging to the back of the couch, hairs in the car, hairs on the's getting rather out of hand. If it keeps up like this, Soren may have more hair than I do by the end of the year!