Sam entertained the masses at my dad's house last night while Matt and I snuggled at our favorite winter bar, the Wellington, for a bit. It's nice to get a break, although we always end up talking about Sam and all of his wonders. He really enjoys being up at my dad's because there's a lot more chaos than we can produce.
Matt's cousin Maggie is our new "sitter" and she's home with the rugrat right now while I freelance at a coffee shop. I can make a lot more hourly than we pay for babysitting, so it's time for me to get out once in a while and work. This freelance life just may work!
After several years of hording, I discovered yesterday that I have almost 100,000 airline miles collected on my credit card (yikes - isn't that a mile per dollar??). One word to Matt: Italy. I'll buy!
Matt asked me last night if I'd like to move to Dubai for a year. I said, "Let me think about it. No." I'm afraid I wouldn't feel safe with a baby in a Middle Eastern city. Plus, the money there is mostly from Russian mafia and the like, and I know I'd mouth-off to someone with whom I disagreed and get imprisoned for life; then Sam would be forced to let a stranger hold him 18 hours a day and make his bottles. No way.
Anyhoo, time to work.
Hi Alex - I'll call you soon. Thanks for reading.
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