Sorry, all, but my muse has fled. I feel like it's been weeks since I've had anything revelatory to say. I've had a lot of fun blogging with the guys over at DadCentric, of course, but for some reason I've been uninspired here in the Hideaway. Cheeky's going in for her shots today, which, like last time, is going to be a horribly traumatic experience for everyone involved, so I'm sure I'll have grist for the writing mill tonight. In the meantime, though, I'm making do with some random thoughts and observations from the last week or so.
Cheeky can teleport
We use a sleep positioner to keep Cheeky on her side when she sleeps, which we call "The Wedge." Usually we check on her a couple times a night (a) if she's making noise and we need to plug her with a pacifier, or (b) if she's not making noise and Mommy freaks out. But she's always been in The Wedge, either flailing her unpinned arm or sleeping soundly. The other night, however, we found her asleep face-down on the opposite side of the crib from The Wedge. After a good laugh and a brief discussion of the mysterious movement (she can't crawl and can barely roll over) we put her back in The Wedge, but the next morning I went in to find her across the crib AGAIN. I have to listen closely for a "bamf" sound and a puff of sulfur...perhaps our child is "gifted."
I am a horrible son and am hanging my head in shame
So I get to work on Monday, bracing myself for the week from hell (which has, for the record, surpassed my wildest expectations in this department) and found an e-mail from my Mom. She was talking about how much fun she had in Las Vegas for her birthday, and how my brother was taking my parents out for dinner to celebrate their birthdays. D'oh!!! My mom and dad have birthdays three days apart and I managed to forget both of them!! I need a freakin' brain replacement! Or one of those services that comes to your house a week before every important event, rings the doorbell, and when you answer slaps you really hard in the face. I LOVE YOU MOM AND DAD!! SORRY!!! That so doesn't make up for it...
People don't wear enough hats
We went out for brunch in the West Village on Saturday, and had a great celebrity sighting. Elvis Costello and Diana Krall were apparently at the same restaurant as us, although we didn't see them until they were walking out the door. Which made me wonder: why don't people wear hats more often? Not baseball caps, but the stetsons and fedoras men used to wear all the time. Did you ever see someone in an old movie wearing one of those that didn't look cool? Why did that change? I'd like to begin a PR campaign to promote more hat-wearing. Maybe Elvis will help me...
Atlatl is the break-out search term on Yahoo
Seriously? Atlatl? Why is everyone suddenly searching on this? Is it because Pennsylvania is considering approving it for hunting? Is it because they used them in a stupid challenge on Survivor? Or is there something more sinister at work...a killing spree in suburban Portland or deep in the corn fields of Iowa where people are found dead with ancient bone darts sticking out of their backs? And it's being covered up by the government! And funded by the communists! And masterminded by Steve Guttenberg! aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!
That's it. I've got to get back to updating my resume....
I love how hats look also, but being in Texas the dark Fedora's I like are never seen. Most I have looked at cost hundred's of dollars but your website is just in my price range. Thanks for the info
Posted by: Ed Bacchus | November 17, 2005 at 01:35 PM
I love how hats look also, but being in Texas the dark Fedora's I like are never seen. Most I have looked at cost hundred's of dollars but your website is just in my price range. Thanks for the info
Posted by: Ed Bacchus | November 17, 2005 at 01:35 PM
Dude...you forgot your Mom AND your Dad's birthday. Shit, man, you're going to HELL!!! Hope you did more than apologize on your blog. Send wine, flowers, candy, steaks and baby photos!
Posted by: MetroDad | November 17, 2005 at 10:14 PM
Hey, it happens to all of us Tony. The only reason I remembered is because Mom reminded me that I would be out of town for Dad's birthday. Saved.....
Posted by: WestCoastBrother | November 18, 2005 at 03:02 PM
And then there are those of us children who are actually good. I tried to give you a warning on Sunday, despite Mom and Dad telling me not to. Alas, ALAS!! I hope you have a really nice appology lined up, because you're going to need it. ;)
Posted by: TheOtherC.Weber | November 19, 2005 at 02:37 PM
Every year I forget my mom's birthday by one day. I always think it's September 5th when it's really September 4th.
I always feel like a tool when she tells me her birthday was the day before.
Posted by: Matthew | November 21, 2005 at 01:43 PM
Tony I had a similar problem, which only got worse as my memory routines went into a constant state of "selective" recall. Anyway, I solved this problem with a neat and FREE online service called BirthdayAlarm.com (http://www.birthdayalarm.com/).
They don't come round and slap you in the face, but they do send reminder emails up to 14 days in advance and on the day if the person’s birthday.
Posted by: Theo Beack | November 23, 2005 at 01:37 PM