Sometimes I hate Blogger. Like right now when it's eaten another post and posted some smarmy-ass "sorry you're screwed" message instead of coughing up my painstakingly typed observations. Sigh.
Sunday night John and I watched Meet the Fockers for the first time. I say first time because there will definitely be more. That was one of the most enjoyable sequels I've ever seen. And the baby was painfully cute! The baby signs stuff brought back memories of signing with our last 2 younglings. It was definitely nice to know what they wanted when they were 7 or 8 months old! Gay Focker's mom had a replica of Rodin's Eternal Idol which made us laugh since we have one, too.
Fishy has a tooth that's been hanging for at least 2 weeks. Last night he let out such an amazing belch at the table that the girls broke into spontaneous applause and gave him 25 points out of 10. But it didn't blow his tooth out. :-/ When it does come out, he'll have that missing-2-front-teeth look that I love. :-)
Over a year ago we bought a set of satin sheets and last night we FINALLY put them on the bed. OMG they are awesome!!! And slippery! And they facilitate things with their lack of friction that are not as lightly attempted with regular sheets. The only problem was when I jumped into bed, shot across the sheets, flew off the other side and slammed into the wall. John shouldn't have laughed, because it was child's play to send him rocketing off the other side and into the bookcase. OK, so maybe that was in my head, but it sure was easy to zing Prawn over to the edge this morning when I wanted more room. I foresee some bouts of late-night sheet-wrestling coming on.