Just don't know what to do with myself...

Debbie and Dad have Sam all day. I'm freaking out. I'm free!

Of course I've already spent a good deal of the day cleaning the house and worrying about the replacement of Tim Russert. Please God, not Matt Lauer. I cannot stand Matt Lauer (nothing personal).

Our new place is coming along nicely. I finally spent the money burning a hole in my pocket and bought us a new desk - it's gorgeous, and huge. I mean, really huge. And because we have to keep cords under lock and key, and out of the way of Sam, I'm literally stretching my arms to type.

The walls here are made of plaster (1920s), and trust me, you don't want to see my handywork behind the art hanging. I've practically had to superglue things to the walls.

I joined Facebook and that was big news in the Quad household. "Jill is on Facebook! No way!" It's fun to keep up with and an eye on them.

Matt gets home tomorrow night. Absence is good - I miss him like mad. He always sends romantic emails, which helps. He's such a great guy.

Sammy is 9-months-old. We celebrated yesterday with some fudge that Matt's parents brought.

Think I'll go for a run now. ; )

Hive of WASPs

Hubby is in Denmark...where we may all be soon. More to come...

We've had our families in town for two weeks (whew); Matt and I went to Zoobilation on Friday (prior night-out photo included), our favorite date night all year. My favorite sighting: Faith and KC. Love those cool cats.

Matt flew to Europe yestereve, and Sam and I both took a 2 hour nap today. Entertaining grandparents is such hard work.

I ran into two old boyfriends this morning at Starbucks, the Scotsman (good guy), and the asshole (one of the many). Thank God for Matt. Matt called from Denmark and I will join him there soon. Mmm. Sam talked to him: Da da da da da da da da da! His words, verbatim. : )

Baby Transport

Writing seems to be a thing of the past; as is reading a book or straightening my hair. Sam is everywhere all at the same time, and I spend most of my day saying, "Don't touch that" while lifting him to safety. I figure I pick him up about 113 times a day.

We moved to the Meridian Kessler area. I walk everywhere now...love it!


My mom and her new hubby are here this week (call me, I'll fill you in). He's very nice, even if he is from near Roanoke, VA. ; ) He calls me sweetie and sugar.



Sam's definitely hit his mama's boy stage. I can't be out of sight at all, or he cries. It's kinda cute, and kinda annoying as hell.



I share every minute and every meal with him; it's great watching him learn. He'll be 9-months next week...unbelievable.



Matt and I are having a date tonight (Ambrosia, our favorite)! We do find many moments alone, and Sam is giddy when he sees us kiss. It's all very sweet.

Don't look away

Last night as I was watching Obama make his acceptance speech, goosebumps on my skin, Sam sitting next to me, he managed to put the hook of a plastic hanger down his throat. It took 5 seconds. He was screaming. It was my first time feeling like a horrible mother, after all of those other times. He's 8-months-old, weighs 22.6 pounds and is pulling himself up on any available piece of furniture.

Today, he and I walked down to the 56th and Illinois Street shops in our new 'hood, and shared a stawberry Gelato at the Flying Cupcake. I felt like a good mom then.

Obama

I believe in things again...

YEA!

Can't wait to cast my vote in November.