I'M HEARING WHAT YOU SAY BUT I JUST CAN'T MAKE A SOUND
I'm
always wondering if I have a wandering eye. Sometimes I look at
myself in the mirror and I think I look totally wonky, kind of like
Keri Russel used to look a lot on Felicity, where one eye is looking
straight ahead but the other's looking off a little bit just over
your shoulder. I try to examine them in the mirror, but of course
you can only focus on one at a time, so I can't tell for sure. When
I ask Gray he looks at me intently, which come on if there's anything
to really study or think about then I probably look like Marty Feldman,
and then he moves on to whatever he's doing and tells me I'm crazy.
So I still don't have a definitive answer.
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My
parents have been driving two hours every week to visit the baby.
Did they visit this much before he was born? Hardly. And Gray's
parents, who live six hours away by car, have visited five times
in the past five months, and only came down three times in the ten
years he's lived here before that. These people are a little obvious
with their affections, and their affections are a little skewed
towards the tiniest family member. Who is still by the way not so
tiny. At his six month birthday checkup the other day he weighed
24 pounds and was 28 inches. If you know babies you know this is
gigantic. He's still off into the white space stratosphere on the
growth charts. I should sign him up for basketball camp now.
We
signed up for this new fancy cable system because it's being rolled
out in our area, and for the first month every single channel in
the universe is free, so between that and Netflix I'm pretty movied-out.
Its DVR is not TiVo, however, even though the nice salesman swore
up and down that it was. "TiVo interface?" I asked. "Yes,"
he said. "Made by TiVo?" I inquired. "Yes,"
he swore. "You turn it on and the little TiVo guy pops up and
it's a TiVo box and it's programmed by TiVo?" "Yes, yes,
yes," he said. Lies! It's some stupid AT&T interface and
apparently they employ retarted programmers because it's just not
intuitive or user friendly or good. And also, my Insignia DVD Recorder/VHS
combo unit doesn't allow me to dump how shall we say late-night
Cinemax movies to DVD from it, so that is an unfortunate turn of
events. Now you're all imagining me staring at my giant porno collection
with my wandering eye.
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I
have to mention that I love the show Flipping Out on Bravo. I would
watch it 24 hours a day if there was a Flipping Out channel. Also
I love Top Chef, and I think I have the hots for CJ, and if he and
I had babies the child would be like twenty FIVE pounds and twenty
NINE inches long at its six-month checkup.
This
is random but I'll say it anyway, which is that I've noticed something
about weight loss. I gained about 32 pounds during pregnancy, which
is yeah, probably too much. Six months later I've lost that plus
thirteen more pounds, for a total loss of about 45 pounds. Which
blows my mind that I ever had 45 extra pounds on me, but whatever.
So I'm down to a respectable weight but I still look flabby, and
it's because I'm not working out. Breastfeeding is totally taking
it off, and I'm eating pretty healthily except for the total unyielding
weakness for ice cream I've developed, but aside from walking the
baby in the stroller I'm a couch potato. This is all to say that
I now realize weight loss alone does not a pretty body make. Exercise
is key. And once it's no longer a hundred and fourteen degrees here
with dead people lining the streets from heatstroke like we're in
India or something, I will take the ice cream spoon out of my mouth
and get in gear. And maybe my husband will join me since he hasn't
lost any of his pregnancy weight yet.
Have
a nice weekend.
PS.
We have moved on to peas.
(I
just realized that he looks a little wonky in this picture. Oh no,
it's genetic!)
