I bought Matt a chef's hat for Christmas with his name embroidered on it. He needs to quit law and open a restaurant. Law sucks the marrow from the soul. He made brussel sprouts for me tonight - the best ever (my fave, I'm quite strange, this much I know).
We listened to Ryan Adams, who Sam loves (the song Sylvia Plath...a favorite for you fellow iTunes junkies: buy it!). Ryan has many masterpieces.
Matt is giving me the entire day off tomorrow. Huh? What?! I'm going to see the movie Juno, probably followed by a quick trip to Target and an hour or so immersed in literature. All will be done alone, which doesn't happen much anymore (but the trade off is so worth it).
One of the best things about having a baby is reconnecting with people from my past. I have great friends. Gord S, especially, sends me the most positive insight on parenthood; I can feel that guy's smile stretched across my computer screen. Everyone is so kind telling me that I'm a good mom, which feels good after a long day of holding my 15-pounder. Whew, he's a biggie.
Shari P. stopped by today and met Sam. She's a waif herself, and after holding him for a few minutes, she interupted me, saying, "This kid is so freakin' heavy." Funny.
Creativing writing is striking; goodnight.
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