ugh. I am so very very full. I went to the Melting Pot with several coworkers, and had the whole dinner. I knew I should've just got cheese and dessert. Or just dessert. Though I suppose that wouldn't have been very healthy, neither is lying on the couch listening to my tummy make noises!

It was announced on our local news that our city by the end of the year will have city-wide wifi

Dude! What city is that? Pretty sweet.

Y'all and your intense kisses talk should be watching Veronica Mars. Or, should have been. Don't watch the last two eps that are about to air, you'll just spoil yourselves. Catch up over the summer if they do reruns.

How bad of a girlfriend am I for getting mad that Teacup Guy keeps introducing me as his friend?

Dude. I'd be pissed at him.

I flew on two planes! In airports the sidewalks MOVE!

Hee. Cutehead Lilty.

WOW! A three year old not only taking the bus, but PAYING for it?? And managing to go from there to sneaking into the RIGHT movie??? Damn, that's a tricky kid.

Jen is so doomed. I am so jealous.

Aww, condolences JZ.

Wow, AmyLiz--so glad you found her!!

One of my friends is driving down for the weekend. Call from her about half an hour ago: "Hi, there's some traffic, but I'm on the Beltway now, and I should be there in maybe half an hour." Call from her five minutes ago: "The Beltway is 695, right?"

695 is the Baltimore beltway. I'm thinking it might be awhile before she gets here.

AmyLiz--I sort of have that ear out all the time, with my mom. I guess once I live in other circumstances I'll be a nosy person, checking on odd noises all the time and making a nuisance of myself. Still, people in the same situation as your neighbor would appreciate a busybody, so better be one than not.

You did good.

Thanks for all the kind words, everyone. I'm so tired now, though -- I guess it's all that swooping adrenaline and then the letdown. I could sleep for two days. Well, that's partly the sinus infection from hell, but still.

A three year old not only taking the bus, but PAYING for it??

Wait. What did I miss here?!

I'm thinking it might be awhile before she gets here.

Oh dear.

Off to read probably a single page of my book before passing out.

Wait. What did I miss here?!

Someone upthread linked to a story saying Leif had competition for Kara--there was a three year old in Queens (?) who while his mom was out buying a new lock (because he'd figured out how to open the door) and his dad was napping, hopped on a bus, paid for it, snuck into the movie theater to watch Robots. That's DAMN smart, for a three year old.

In similar news, this makes me laugh, and think of Deena:

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Thanks, meara! That was fricking HI-larious. Poor woman. If anything, I'm tempted to send her some money for an occassional babysitter, so she doesn't put them up for sale again.

Home now, consuming a root beer float. It is so good to read through here and see everyone's good wishes. Thank you so very, very much.

I went and said good-bye: sat in the bedroom holding my mom's hand and just being with him (so small and gray, jaw slack, so still, not frightening, only sorrowful and wrong). His widow made us tea and cookies and talked about taking a cruise to Alaska with her son and grandson. My mom called the Neptune Society. The LVN packed up all his things in a little white trash bag, and his girlfriend and her brother drove up in a rattly rusty car to take him home. When my mom thanked him, he ducked his head and started to grin and then stopped himself. We went into my Cappy's office, with the desk covered with pictures of his grandkids. I went back and said goodbye one more time before going to pick Emmett up from daycare. I wanted to touch him one more time but I couldn't do it.

Emmett was sober and sweet, and Hec made me a root beer float. I feel small and cold and hollow. I hate it. I feel lost and faithless and adrift. He died so well and peacefully, and I'm so glad for him but so greedy and selfish. I want him, him, him, my Cappy.

Fucking mortality. Whose lousy idea was this?

::kicks universe::

{{{JZ}}}. I am so sorry for your loss.

{{JZ}}

Aww, JZ, I'm so sorry, honey. I know he'd been ill for ages, but it's still so sad to lose someone you love.

Sushi remains good.

I've been on the go since 6am. We now have windows that don't suck, Lillian has not only regained her birthweight, she's a pound over what she was at her last appointment (actually 1lb 1.5oz over), and appears to be in fine shape. (When telling my mother about the weight gain, she said, and I think this is a direct quote, "Damn, you're a Jersey." Yes, she was talking about cows. Face, meet palm.)

Small baby still (25th percentile for length), but big headed (75th percentile), which cracks me up, because we are SO the family of short people with big noggins. She handled her second heel prick with a scream or two, and then a face-dive back to the comfort of the boob.

ION, I have no supply problems when it comes to milk. If the weight gain wasn't a clue, the freaking flood (more milk than I put on my cereal in the morning) that came out during a mid-feeding break tonight would most certainly be.

t /baby natter

Jilli should be in charge of all future baby clothing purchases, BTW. For all well-dressed babies, not just mine.