Posts from — January 2008

Gosh, Bug sure was cute when he was two. You know, back in 1981.

Last night my sister came over to babysit Bug so that Lorso and I could go see Spirit of the Marathon. Bug luuuuuuurvs his Aunt S, and was anxious for her to arrive, so to get him to stop whining his mind off of the wait, I told him that she would arrive when the clock said six-oh-oh. And man, he was on that clock like white on rice. Every number change was announced to me loudly, like “Mama! NOW it says five-E-L! Five-E-L, Mama!” which, of course meant 5:37. He did this for 25 minutes, I kid you not.

The movie was one Lorso had heard about and wanted to see, since he runs half-marathons and whatnot. And I’m always a sucker for a documentary. I mean, it doesn’t really matter what the topic is, if you have good voice over and dramatic music, I can be ALL ABOUT volcanos or toy poodles or Millard Fillmore.

This one did not disappoint - it followed 6 runners as they prepared for the Chicago marathon and interspersed marathon tidbits along the way. All with a full orchestra score. It was awesome. It was only being shown for one night (although at the end it said that due to popular demand there would be an encore performance) and all the runners of Atlanta were out to see it. There were those “26.2″ stickers scattered all over that parking lot. You know, they should make you have to register to get one of those things. I mean, it would be awfully easy for just any old person to just slap that on their bumper and reap the image benefits. Whatever those benefits are. I think marathon runners are straight up crazy, so it’s not going to improve my view of anyone.

The movie was inspiring though, even for me. I turned to Lorso when it was over and said, “That movie has given me a goal - I am going to hand out water at a marathon. I mean, I’ll have to start small, you know, with a couple of 5Ks, then maybe a 10K, but maybe by summer I’ll be in the big leagues!”

But now that I think about it, you have to get up awfully early for that.

For those of you who haven’t met Lorso, well, let’s just say I’m glad I don’t know any Hadza women personally, or we might be having a throw down. He’s my hunter, bitches.

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My parents gave Bug a collection of episodes of The Electric Company for Christmas, which he is slowly becoming acquainted with. And I tell you, they just don’t make shows like that anymore. I mean, it’s got Morgan Freeman! And Bill Cosby! And Rita Moreno! And crazy special effects! And awesome clothes! And the Silent E song! I highly recommend that you type the title into a search on YouTube and watch 3 or 4 of their sketches. You won’t regret it. Hey, and you just might learn something. I’m pretty sure the Electric Company was responsible for a good portion of my reading skills. I KNOW it is responsible for making my dad yell “Hey you guyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys!” for my entire childhood life. Regardless of that fact, I have fond memories of it. I used to watch it after school, happily licking my daily spoonful of peanut butter. I was a weird kid.

Last night we finally broke out the space heater for our Siberian bedroom. Our house was already dry as a bone with the heat on, but this morning when I woke up, I felt like Arnold Schwarzenegger in Total Recall when his helmet breaks on the surface of Mars and his eyeballs are sucked out of his head. It was DRY, y’all. (By the by, I saw that movie at a very young age, and it traumatizes me TO THIS DAY. And that is why I can’t ever go to California.)

Anyhoo, I’m pretty sure the dryness was affecting Bug too, because he climbed into bed with us at 2am and kept waking up and whimpering and saying things in his sleep like “No more kisses!” Man, I sure would love to see the dreams of a three year old.

So today at naptime he was a wee tiny bit REALLY FUSSY, so to defuse the grumpy mood, I set up his tent to make nap super fun! And exciting!

And fortunately successful.

Happy kiss-free dreaming, Bug.