Why are weekends so short? No sooner are we done working for the week than it’s back to the grind. Alas, at least I have a job to go back to. And for that I’m grateful.
We had a pretty good weekend. Had dinner with the family Friday night, which included just about melting from the cuteness when my nephew Stephen leaned into his cousin Coraline’s carseat to give her a kiss goodnight. She smiled, reached her arms out to him, and cupped his face in one of her hands. And that right there became one of my favorite things she’s ever done. Too sweet. Later Friday night I subjected Rich to my latest Netflix selection, the British series Look Around You. Let’s just say the hubby and I don’t always agree on what’s funny.
Saturday we took our friends — and Coraline’s honorary grandparents — Fran and Don up on their offer to watch Coraline so we could see a movie. While Coraline was being doted upon by Grandma Fran and Grandpa Don, Rich and I saw a matinee of Paul. We both enjoyed it — not only was it funny, but Seth Rogen didn’t annoy us as much as we’d worried he might. Of course, I’m a huge fan of Simon Pegg/Nick Frost movies, having seen Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz countless times. Hell, I could probably act them out at this point. So I really loved their take on aliens, the sci-fi genre, and the cult of comic geeks in general in Paul.
Sunday was a day for errands. The highlight of the day, however, was giving Coraine plums for the first time. She loved carrots, the first solid food she had, which we introduced the day she turned six months old. Yesterday was a completely different flavor, though, and she made some priceless faces as the tartness of the fruit hit her. She’d even shudder after a few bites, which we found hilarious. She obviously prefers carrots to plums so far. Next up in a few days (to make sure she’s not allergic to plums): bananas. I expect she’ll like those, too.
Another highlight of the weekend — for me, certainly — was finally getting some good sleep. Knock on wood, the insomnia seems to be abating a bit. Of course, I watched a horror movie, Fragile, late Saturday night that featured a creepy ghost that scared the crap out of me. So it’s sheer luck I slept at all that night. Watching a horror movie at bedtime? I never said I was smart.
And now to set about the work week …
|I’ve got this feeding thing down.|