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24 minutes to go till 2008

2008 is inherently cooler than 2007, of course, because 7 is an odd number, and, um, 2008 are all even numbers.

(C’s birthday was saved from lamedom, though, because it was 7-31-7, if anyone was wondering.)

I wonder

I wonder how long it’s been since I’ve stayed up till midnight.

I wonder if I’ll make it tonight.

I wonder how bad I’ll feel in the morning if I do.

NYE plans

Well, after intending to do nothing tonight but watch television, Katie called me at work to say “let’s go have supper.”

And C the cutie-pie slept through the whole thing.

We also had the notion that we’d check out the crowd downtown after supper, but somewhere in there it got cold … which is why I’m now sitting by a good fire, watching a movie. Katie, of course, is asleep. But then I don’t have to work tomorrow.

Current playlist

AC Newman - The Slow Wonder

Janove Ottesen - Francis’ Lonely Nights

New Pornographers - Challengers

Pernice Brothers - Live a Little

Push Stars - Paint the Town

Sondre Lerche - Two Way Monologue

Wilco - Sky Blue Sky

Now with shorter naps!

Until a few weeks ago, I could reliably get C to take a good three to four hour nap at work. Now? not so much. While we were able to get her to sleep yesterday for maybe two hours, I can tell that today will be filled with short naps at best. I got C in her swing about thirty minutes ago, and all appearances said “long nap.” But now she is awake and cooing.

Granted, that’s pretty dern cute.

Getting harder and easier?

C has just reached the point where she is interested in toys. She wants to sit in her exersaucer or play with buggy or read about the Five Silly Monkeys. And she wants to eat some solids.

She no longer eats, poops, and sleeps. Now she gets fussy because she’s too excited about food or buggy. And she now gets fussy because she’s tired and cranky, which newbabies don’t tend to do. Now she does a lot more and expects a lot more. And I feel like I’m playing catch up with figuring out what she wants, when it was easy before.

Katie tells me it will get easier soon, when she can pick things up better. But right now I’m not sure what to make of these changes or how to respond to them.

I’m no longer in college

I feel great about how much stuff we got accomplished this weekend. The house looks 10x better than it did on Friday, and I got to have fun with Katie and baby C. I also caught up some on sleep, and we even made it to church this morning!

But I’ve got to whine. I am beyond happy that I found time this evening to clean out my closet. After Christmas I always need to find room for the new clothes and get rid of stuff I haven’t worn in a year … or haven’t been able to wear in years.

You see, I took a break from cleaning out my closet this evening to show off my nice suit. I got the suit a few years ago for a friend’s wedding, and that was probably the only time I’ve worn the thing. My friend had a brilliant idea for his groomsmen: instead of forcing everyone to pay out the ear for a tux for one evening, let’s all buy nice, tailored suits that we can use for years!

Except I wasn’t able to wear it for years. I’ve apparently grown some since that wedding not five years ago, and I’m not talking about my waistline.

My nice suit got used all of once. Maybe H will appreciate it.

I miss dessert

I am an ice cream and chocolate syrup addict. Since childhood, I’ve eaten the cheap Kroger brand of ice cream, doused thoroughly in chocolate syrup. My mother said she always bought the generic stuff because what was the point in buying nice ice cream if you can’t taste it for the chocolate syrup?

Anyway, about a month ago I realized that my @$*& stomach always feels worse all day the day after I have ice cream. Desperate to feel better - I’ve felt extraordinarily bad of late - I tossed out the ice cream.

I’ve felt somewhat better; I haven’t had days of feeling bad all day.

But I miss my ice cream.

New Year’s Eve Festivities

I’ve been trying to decide what to do for NYE this year. I’ve narrowed my options to:

• go to bed around 8:30, when Katie and C will likely crash
• stay up and celebrate the occasion by myself and then promptly go to bed (like I did last year), or
• wait until Katie and the baby are asleep, and go find something fun to do.

Not surprisingly, I’m leaning towards option B.

Looking forward to the weekend

I guess it’s never surprising when people tell you they’re looking forward to the weekend. But I’m not eager to get home so I can relax and watch television. Oh no. I’m ready to be home because I can’t wait to clean.

I had hoped Katie and I could go out of town this weekend, to see her fam. But I hadn’t realized how hard it would be to get the house clean after Christmas, especially since we’ve only had evenings to clean. And there’s the baby. No way would I want to return Sunday night to a wrecked house.

So tomorrow, I’ll get up, start a fire, and clean. And I can’t wait.

I’m on the list!

The C list!

heh.

via newscoma, who is so B list.