Originally posted the day after Mom’s Day, 2007

Oh yeah, Alex can projectile. He was out of sorts last night, and I wondered where he was putting all his food. Would settle him down, put him down, he?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢d wake up about the time I got the covers pulled to my chin. Went through that routine a few times, then he was settled long enough to hear that ?¢‚ǨÀúurp?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢. By the time I made it across the room to pick him up to clean up the mess he shot what looked to be the last 2 feedings out with some distance. So it?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s on him, in his hair, all over the bed. I got Scout, and started ripping the nasal aspirator out of it?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s package, because whatever hadn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t shot out his mouth had gone straight to his sinuses. Gross. So several minutes of screaming followed by a prompt zonk out on me.

All of this woke Scout completely up and I was still sleepy, so he?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s been up all night, payback may be hell.


It?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s always the dumb things that make the big events sink in. I can?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t remember what randomness made me realize Scout and I were married – but last night I was fixing my address book and searched our last name and there was my name and Scout?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s name. Like I haven?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t seen this a million times. But something about seeing Scout?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s name in my email takes me back to when we were early dating and the excitement of seeing mail from him.

Today we got Alex?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s Social Security card in the mail. Same feeling of OMG WTF I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢m the parent of someone, I have to be responsible for keeping track of someone?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s social security card.