Seriously, How Do You Say "Get Your Sticky Mitts Off My Son's Soother?"

Meh

Not much of anything to say - I just needed to get the picture of my poor old dead kitten off the top of the page.

Looks like I needed a bit of blank space...

Goodnight Moon

Mom and I euthanized our cat Moon today. 

She was 18 years old and had deteriorated rapidly in the last few weeks. She used to be such a vibrant and beautiful cat.

She was vocal, proud, picky, loving, a drooler, a complainer, a barfer, but mostly just a big bag of jelly.

Sometimes she looked like a douf...

And sometimes she was just plain stunning.

Though I am glad she is not in pain anymore, and that my mom is not constantly worrying about her, I will miss Moonie cat pummeling the extra skin under my chin, drooling away in ecstasy, while we passed our afternoons snuggling each other on the couch, and our evenings spooning under the covers.

Bathroom Break (Up)

So I was looking for my 5-year-old nephew in my mom's house. I found the guest bathroom light on and the door cracked a bit.

I knocked.

"What?" said a small voice.

"I'm looking for Kiefer," I said, pushing the door in slightly catching sight of his little bod perched on the can.

"Don't come in here!" he said urgently, "...I have a penis!"

Three Things One Should Always Have In Bed

Despite the horrifically frequent night-time baby upping and downing that followed, last night's festivities were...well...awesome.

We found ourselves in bed with my Mac, a Dexter season 2 CD and

wait for it

a huge whack of sliced ham.

It was heaven!

I Don't Even Know What To Do With Myself

Baby in bed by 7:30, husband out having a drink with a friend...HOLY CRAP!!!! Me time!

So, I've eaten dinner, fed the babens (cereal!), medicated the babens (ear infection), boobed the babens and cribbed the babens. I'm so excited to have some time to myself, I'm not really sure where to start.

Do I do the responsible stuff, like pay bills, clean my closet, organize the overflowing freezer? Hells no. First order of business? Get to the magnifying mirror and have the pickfest of a lifetime. I had so many unattended to black and whiteheads that I could barely keep my fingernails steady with anticipation. It was brilliant. Though my face is almost as swollen as a car accident victim's, it is mercifully clean of dirty blemishes.

Yahoo! What next? BLOG!

Okay, I really meant to get right to it, but my responsibility gene flared for a moment as I passed the dishwasher and laundry room. Just a quick detour, that's all it was. A few dishes into the machine, one load of whites and we are on the way.

Comfortably nestled in front of Brett Michaels and the Rock of Love Bus (that's right, I have a little trailer trash in me - I do live in Florida, remember?) I am ready to roll. I've got a bit of Top Chef catching up to do and then I am going to bed to catch up on that far away old friend known as REM...

Oh, and for your viewing pleasure: 

I Haven't Died

But how busy should these holidays be...for real? Family here, family there, oh hey I have guests and then more guests and a house to keep clean for the guests and underwear to wash and baby clothes to clean and toilets to wash and enough drinking glasses to keep clean, tree up, tree down, needles to sweep, umm, where did all the cookie crumbs come from? More guests? Wash the sheets! Strip the fridge of leftover leftovers...what's that smell? Toss some lemon down the garbage disposal, seriously, what's that smell? How did this wrapping paper get back here? Is this tinsel from this year?

So we escaped. We went to South Beach last night with Mario and Daniel. It was great fun...only after the great Hotel Debacle of 2009 (yes, we had one already) was settled. Something about a broken door, no more rooms and having to transfer the boys to another property, blah blah blah. Once we got to The Delano for drinks and Emeril's for dinner, everything smoothed out just fine. The guys stayed on to go to Key West the next day and we drove home to rescue Mom and Dad from the babens. Actually he was a peach. It was we who needed rescuing in the middle of the night. Is it normal for a 5 month old to still wake every three hours in the night? Please, someone, tell me this will stop eventually. I need some REM sleep - desperately.

How is your 2009 so far? What are you looking forward to? Here are my few, not so well thought out tidbits:

More sleep (HA!)

Meeting The Muse

A crawling baby boy

Italy in late April with Grantie and Gruncle

Grandma's 100 birthday in May in Cornwall

A walking baby boy

K's first birthday

Brooklyn and Manhattan

Classes of some sort

cK's wedding to The Muse

Faria's wedding

Turning 40

Another baby...maybe?