Here are the shoes 

Romantical dinners and shower shoes

Tonight was our first official night out after dropping the baby off with our friends Renee, A and baby Alex. A sort of exchange, I think this could become a dirty habit.

So I told my little sister about this exciting turn of events and her first question is, "What are you going to wear?"

I instantly thought that a queen size flat sheet from the bed might be about right, but I decided on the only pair of pants I have that fit. I was looking hot. Real hot.

Until halfway to Renee's when I looked down and realized that I hadn't changed out of my terry shower shoes before I left. Derek made some comment about being embarrassed about me once again. This coming from a man who is still wearing the same tshirts from college.

I was mortified. But it is amazing how two appletinis can fix any problem.

What the heck happened to that water bottle?

I spent a whole 10 minutes yesterday looking my 1 1/2 liter bottle of Deer Park that I had just opened and taken a few sips of. Never found it. Eventually I gave up and cracked open another.

This morning I awakened to E's gurgles and gripes on the monitor. My new policy is to wait to go get him until he actually cries like someone is pulling all his eyebrow hairs out one by one. He was fussing away but not very loud and not very committed. I let him go for about 15 minutes and then I went in to get him. There he was clutching my OPENED and now MOSTLY EMPTY water bottle. Thanks to the waterproof mattress pad, he was lying in about an 1/8 inch of water, completely soaked from head to toe and smelling slightly off.

I carried him into the bathroom and showed him to D as he was taking his shower.

K: Look at the baby.
D: He's cute.
K: Look at his outfit.
D: I know. I put it on him.
K: (frustration mounting EXPONENTIALLY) FEEL his outfit.
D: He's wet?
K: Didn't you happen to notice the huge ass water bottle in the crib when you put him in last night?
D: Uh, no.

Once again I have divine intervention to thank--this time for my child who didn't drown in the pool of water known as his crib.

Swim on, Toofus.

Don't make me go postal

To the woman in the Chrysler behind me in the District this morning, who told you that ramming into the back of my car because I wouldn't inch forward so you could fit into a parking spot that is not officially a parking spot for another 22 minutes would actually be effective? You are so lucky that I showed some restraint and didn't come back to your car and drag you out the window. Don't think I wouldn't do it.

Baby's all growed up

Today was a big day in America. George Bush nominated John Roberts to the Supreme Court and E got his first tooth. Which is bigger news, you ask? That's for you to decide.

It's even tougher for me to decide. As the strict constructionist, I think that this nomination was a good choice. But those rantings are saved for the Blog Chicken.

So I realized today that E had his first tooth when he chomped down on my hand. And might I say I was SO GLAD it was my hand that found the initial discovery. We tried to take a picture, but apparently it is an invisible tooth that just feels really sharp when your knuckle gets chowed on. My friend Renee said he was very advanced but I brought it to her attention that this is not one of those situations where you want your offspring to excel. You want your child to be the first one among his peers to be potty trained or to stop biting. These things are important. Knowing that I have YEARS left of this and that we started early is slightly disconcerting.

Reality is that I was a little sad that never again would I get an all-gum smile from him.

The-Baby-Formerly-Known-As-Boo-Boo-Kitty will now be know as Toofus.

The people that tell you the truth

Christina, you will appreciate this...

My Vietnamese neighbor just came by and brought me the most lovely flowers from her garden. As she handed them to me, she told me how she was going back to CA to get her car and then she would be back. And what happened next is something I never saw coming.

VN: You get fat. Just because you have a baby don't mean you should let yourself go. You need to care about yourself and get skinny again.

All this after I have lost 5 pounds in the last week. Don't mind me as I go down to run on the treadmill. I'll be back when I am skinny.

a visit to Costco on the hottest day of the year

I have a love/hate relationship with Costco. I love it because it has nearly everything I need in life to survive and be happy--bottled water, beef, strawberries, tricolored peppers, paper towels, toilet paper, books and baby wipes. Really, do I need more than that? I hate Costco because I can never get out of there without spending all my money.

So I was loading up the car yesterday in the parking lot in the 100 degree heat (with all those extremely necessary items like the Drumstick ice cream cones) as the girl beside me was loading hers. When she was finished she remarked how well-behaved E was in the cart. I replied that I thought he might be paralyzed from the heat. She laughed.

Brewery tours and relationships

OK, so it was the second brewery tour we have been on in as many weeks and once again we had the youngest member of the group with us. All these brew tours have me VERY nervous about my husband's plans for our basement. His eyes just keep getting bigger and bigger.

Yesterday we went to Old Dominion for their free Sunday afternoon tour of the brewery. Touted as the first microbrewery in the D.C. area, I was highly disappointed to realize that it was established in 1989. When you hear "first" or "oldest" microbrewery, you don't want to think 16 years ago. You want to imagine the founding fathers, belly up to a fermenter, checking specific gravity or whatever someone would do with a 100 gallon ferementer.

The tour had a bit of a Strange Brew feel to it. It was hilarity at it's best. You just kept waiting to hear a story about how the employees get to swim in beer on a hot day. Our tour guide was as friendly as can be, but his knowledge of the brewing process was a little light. It was OK, cause we kept getting to try beer.

Our friend Matt showed up halfway through the tour. Matt separated from his wife last year after she got herself an internet boyfriend and now he is back on the prowl. When I asked about his new girlfriend, he said that they had broken up again. He told me that in the 6 months they have been dating, they broke up about 3 times. I told him that this was not junior high and if you break up more than once and get back together again, that would be hooking up, not getting back together. Which is not a problem as long as you accept it for what it is.

So I asked him what precipitated this last breakup. He said that they had a conversation about their differences and she said that it bothered her that they did not have the same "world views." Well I would have to say that is a given since Matt is a republican and she could not be a more liberal democrat. When she asked him what bothered him about her, he answered (and I am not making this up), "it kind of bothers me that you don't drink beer."

Yes, folks, I think we all understand that this might not be one of those relationships that can stand the test of time.