Oh, the glory and wonder of the iPhone video capabilities, with that swivel option so you can see yourself on the screen! I have Laura on my lap, trying to get her to record a message to her new cousin. Which is something in itself, since Laura isn’t exactly speaking in messages yet.
So I have Laura on my lap, asking her to repeat words like some sort of parrot, when she sees herself on the screen. Shock! Awe! And instead of answering my stupid promptings, she breaks into song. About herself. Cute, right? Because I am just about dying of laughter over here. Or should I say “yaughter?” We really need to start practicing those La la la sounds. If you are wondering? We did eventually record a very sweet message for Cousin Elizabeth. On the sixth take.
The same, but different
I’m here, writing to you, from my NEW WordPress blog! This is very exciting times, people. And also? A little daunting. I am faced with a very different interface than with Blogger. It’s going to take some getting used to! But change is good.
Why this sudden switch? Comments. I was sick of Blogger and IntenseDebate messing with my comments. Half the time you couldn’t see them. Have the time I couldn’t reply. It got real old, real quick. So let’s raise our glasses and toast WordPress! Happy new blog year!
As an aside, I have a bunch of great things I’ll be blogging about in the next few days. For now, I just want to make sure this new home shows up in your readers! Fingers crossed!
There are some houseguests who are a dream. You look forward to having these people in your home. And for however long! Stay for a month, please! These houseguests are fun, cheerful, easy to talk to, easy to entertain, and are courteous. Like, they make their bed in the morning, leave the bathroom neat, ask to help with dinner, pour you that extra glass of wine.
These are not the houseguests I entertained this past weekend. Not in the least. This past weekend, I “entertained” against my better judgment my brother-in-law and his girlfriend. After nearly ten years of knowing him, I’m still not sure I like my brother-in-law. I have heartily disliked the girlfriend since the first minute I met her, almost a year ago. My excitement at having them at our house overnight? Yay.
But I sucked it up. I would be the good wife and let these two eff-ups stay at our home overnight. Nate and I picked Laura up and met up in the city to have dinner in Little Italy. We even went with them to a bar to watch some college football. Around 7:30, I called it a night and took Laura home. Nate stayed to go to some coffee house for some live music.
I played with Laura, put her to bed, watched a sappy movie, tried to put myself to bed. The problem for me was that I was expecting them home any minute. The garage closed at midnight – I went to bed at 11:45 – we live 30 minutes from the garage. I tossed, turned, and finally went back downstairs for more TV. Their taxi rolled in at 3. I could tell Nate was pissed – what other mood is there, after an evening with those two?
The girlfriend was a mess. A trashy mess, which is no different than usual. I just didn’t want it in my home. She trashed my bathroom, doing god knows what in there for hours. She trashed the guest room, tearing all the covers and all the sheets off the bed. I guess she was hoping to wear a blanket toga-style? Because she spent most of the night wandering my house naked. I shoved pajamas in her face on multiple occasions to no avail.
At one point, she found a CD on our desk and broke it into a million little shards. Maliciously. No idea why. She barged into my bedroom at least twice, asking where she was supposed to sleep. I can’t believe she didn’t wake Laura up. She pulled the door off my closet, I guess in an attempt to find some clothes. She wound up stealing my favorite sweatshirt. She walked out of my home wearing it, nary a word of request or thanks. I hope I never see that sweatshirt again. I’ll burn it before I wear it again.
The next morning, Nate’s first words were, “My brother is a douche.” I responded with, “That girlfriend is never welcome in our house again.” The feelings were mutual.