Last night Lansing was hit by a series of severe thunderstorms, which this area has been waiting for for several days now. Well, I'll rephrase--I've been waiting for these storms now that I've planted a late-season vegetable garden and really want to get it moving. All yesterday evening the threat of rain persisted, but it didn't really get started until right before bed last night. Adam said there was some pretty powerful thunder in the early morning hours, which I missed while sleeping between nursing Bryony. We all ended up staying in bed far later than normal--Adam brought me "breakfast in bed" at 1pm--but it was such a good day to just sleep in, so I did.
Right now Adam is reading "The Last Days of Krypton", someone's idea of what happened to Superman's home planet, to Bryony. He's been reading this to her all day--on the couch, in bed, and now in the rocking chair in her room. It's very cute, and I have to give him credit, she hasn't cried at all since she's been read to. Either she really likes books or she's going to be a total comic book geek like her dad. A few minutes ago, she took a major explosive poo in her diaper, which evidently interrupted Adam's reading session. I heard him exclaim "Ewwwww!" when he opened her dirty diaper, followed by "What are you eating, little girl???"
A couple nights ago, I heard the funniest story that I've heard in a long time. Our friends were over for dinner, and the husband was recounting a recent visit he'd made where he'd encountered two guys, one of whom was on the (very) heavy side. The two guys got into a play tussle, and the one guy grabbed the fat roll on the back of the large guy's head, and said, "This feels like a package of Ball Park hot dogs...do they plump if I squeeze 'em???" I guess the story is a lot funnier if you know that the fat guy is a prisoner, the guy grabbing is a security guard, and things at the prison are lax enough for guards and prisoners to hang out and play wrestle with each other. I guess this should be worrisome instead of funny, but I'm still laughing everytime I think of it.
I just booked my ticket to see my family in the D.C. area in a couple weeks. I'm super excited to bring the little girl with me so she can meet her aunts, uncles, cousin, and see her Grandma again. Even better, the lady at American Airlines said that the diaper bag doesn't count as one of my carry-on luggage pieces (yeah!). Even better better, I was able to use airline miles I've accumulated on my credit card over the last 10 years, so this flight only cost me $60 in taxes and fees.
Last night, Adam and I finally got around to watching the movie that we've had lying around the house the last few days, "Into the Wild." This is the true story of Chris McCandless, the young 20-something who, in 1990 after graduating college, donated the $24,000from his trust fund to a charity, hitch-hiked across the U.S. and made it to Alaska, where he lived his dream of escaping into the wilderness. He survived for four months (without a map,compass or any contact with the outside world) before dying of starvation due to his misidentifying an inedible plant and consequently being poisoned. The movie was really good, and was made under the supervision of his family, so it was a deeply personal account of their family dynamics in addition to the story of his trek across country, and the many interesting people he met and made an impression on (and made an impression on him). It's always strange to read a book or see a movie about someone who died; I always wonder what they would think about the way their life is portrayed by the director or how they would appreciate all the people who are interested in them now that they're dead. Thing is, Chris McCandless was really anti-establishment, anti-society, anti-material goods; how would he have felt about a big-budget movie being made about him? But then again, he was a 24 year old guy; he'd probably have thought it was cool.
Last night Adam thanked me for a wonderful date night (I cooked dinner and was responsible for the movie choice).
*content sigh*
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