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sakon76I restarted belly dance class this morning, after something like eight months away. Where did all my flexibility go?
Wonderful Husband and I went to see The Hobbit part 2. Our reaction was best summed up by Wonderful Husband: "For Tolkein fanfiction, that was pretty good." Because, really, about 80% of the movie wasn't from the book. It even had a redheaded Mary Sue!
And, I may be only four and a half months into this gig, but I'm remaining sure that being a parent is part of what I was meant to do. The Squiddle is starting to vocalize actual sounds now that will lead eventually to speech, and they're just the sweetest little things. This week he's been working on "boo" and "bwoo" and trying to do raspberries. Of course, he's also having "oh god, how did you even manage to poop that way??" moments of self-expression, as well as defending his superhero sidekick title of The Spit-Up Kid. But it remains hilarious when he pulls his pacifier out of his mouth, reinserts it, pulls it out again, then spends the next several minutes trying futilely to shove it back in again, hitting just about every spot on his face but his mouth.
Wonderful Husband and I went to see The Hobbit part 2. Our reaction was best summed up by Wonderful Husband: "For Tolkein fanfiction, that was pretty good." Because, really, about 80% of the movie wasn't from the book. It even had a redheaded Mary Sue!
And, I may be only four and a half months into this gig, but I'm remaining sure that being a parent is part of what I was meant to do. The Squiddle is starting to vocalize actual sounds now that will lead eventually to speech, and they're just the sweetest little things. This week he's been working on "boo" and "bwoo" and trying to do raspberries. Of course, he's also having "oh god, how did you even manage to poop that way??" moments of self-expression, as well as defending his superhero sidekick title of The Spit-Up Kid. But it remains hilarious when he pulls his pacifier out of his mouth, reinserts it, pulls it out again, then spends the next several minutes trying futilely to shove it back in again, hitting just about every spot on his face but his mouth.
