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Saturday, January 29, 2005

Even though the guest of honor was battling all-day morning sickness, we in our family donít let birthdays go by unobserved. After serious negotiations that took up most of yesterday, it was decided that we would celebrate Tammyís birthday (which isnít until Tuesday) with a drop-in ice cream social today. It would be low-key, and we would try to leave before anyone had to ask us to go.

And it worked out pretty well, even for Tammy. Sure, she wasnít feeling well, but she allowed us to make a fuss over her, and she ate a bowl of ice cream and socialized (which is, after all, what an ice cream social is all about). We regaled her with presents and sneaked away after little more than an hour. We couldnít possibly let her birthday go by without reminding her how much she means to the rest of the family.

On the other hand, with a baby in the house, she didnít have to be the star of the show any more than she felt like being. Aiden is quite capable of diverting attention in his direction. He doesnít even have to try very hard. He was on short sleep himself and wore out early, but he bopped around the living room and sang his little ďla-laĒ song and made other noises (he specializes in coughs and raspberries). And of course he dazzled us with that smile of his.




29 January 2005

"Mommy, if you're not feeling well enough to open your presents, I'd be happy to help."



I nearly didnít make it to the party on time (which means I could have missed it altogether). The Boss called as I was getting ready to leave the house. He was working on getting his ex-wife, who turns 65 soon, off the company health insurance plan and onto Medicare, and he wants the premiums to be deducted from the checking account automatically. That means that I have to deliver two blank voided checks to her, and he would like to have had it done today.

The thing is, he put this whole process off until the last possible minute. I know a thing or two about crunching deadlines, so I canít really blame him, but I can blame him for expecting me to jump on a Saturday without any warning ahead of time. By the time Iíd talked to him for twenty minutes, and then another twenty minutes with the ex, it was past the time Iíd planned to leave the house.

Anyway, Iím going to deliver the blank checks to her tomorrow instead of today. That will have to work. Iím meeting her in front of Wal-Mart. She said to call her when I get up in the morning to arrange the time. I told her not to expect a call in the ďmorning,Ē because I donít plan to rearrange my weekend sleep schedule for anybody. Not anybody who isnít in the family and having a birthday and giving us another baby, at least.




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One year ago: Plummeting On
"I'm still struggling with the difference between '6' and '9'. (I have '7' and '8' down pat.)"

Two years ago: New Evidence
"That's why I moved. (The neighbors, not the peacocks.)"

Three years ago: Sheltered
"I'm a Californian, and I didn't sign up for ice and snow."

Four years ago: Sunday Supplement
"Seriously, I felt like a three-year-old trying to color inside the lines."

Five years ago: Movie, Interrupted
"Then the house lights came up and the pre-show music resumed, with your Cher and your Backstreet Boys and the like."


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Iíll amputate his Reveille, and step up on it heavily
And spend the rest of my life in bed.