Staring at the sea

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We're back home on Long Island this week and having a fantastic time. Mom and I took Connor to the beach today and he did pretty well. Was NOT okay with the water; never even touched it. He got as close as the wet sand and that was close enough, thank-you-very-much. He wasn't cool with me standing in the water while he was safely on-shore. I think the sound of the waves crashing was just too much this time. He loved playing in the sand, though. Even dug himself up a cigarette. No syringes, though. There's always next time. Aaah, New York.

Current mood: Contemplative

Just sitting here in the quiet house, kinda taking stock of things and feeling pretty good this evening. Many years ago, I dated a generally all-around pretty good guy. We went our seperate ways but keep in touch every so often. We're both happily married now (him to his high-school love and me to my college-love), and we've both got a new little boy (though his is newer than mine). Anyway, his son is really pretty sick; he was born with a heart defect that's required a few surgeries and has provided him and his wife with more than their share of worries and heartache. I follow the little guy's progress through his mom's blog and I'm always amazed at her ability to keep positive through all the craziness. I worry about a baby I've never met, born to a woman I've never met and a man I haven't seen in 12 years...I can't possibly imagine having to hand Connor over for surgery, seeing him with tubes and stitches...I feel a little sick just thinking about it. I guess you do what you have to do in order to make sure your child has the best possible chance, but I just wish everyone was as lucky as I've been. Knock-wood but Connor is as healthy as can be, and I couldn't be any more in love with Nick if I tried. Maybe it's the good Liberal in me, making me feel just a little bit guilty for having it so good. :-)

Eat a peach

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Had a great Sunday with the little guy. Took an 8 mile walk around town, and he slept through just about all of it. Gotta love the jogging stroller! After dinner, we went to a local playground and ran around like nuttos. He just gets to be more and more fun as he gets bigger and bigger. Just another day in the (extremely blessed) life of yours truly.

Goin' Turtlin'

Connor and I were on our own again today, so we decided to go hiking at Griffy Lake Nature Preserve.
So we pull into the parking lot and immediately see a big ole Chevy and a moped parked by the water. "Looks like some good-ole boys doing some fishing", I say to myself. We went for a nice long, uneventful hike. Saw some geese (Connor likes to scream at these) and pulled on some tree-limbs.. a good time had by all. Upon our return, the guys are still fishing, Connor notices the bright shiny moped and makes a bee-line for it. The guys mumbled a hello and seemed nice enough, so I figured he could go be friendly. As were approaching, I notice two big 'somethings' sitting there on the ground next to the moped. Theyre covered with mud and theres a swarm of flies...turns out theyre turtles. HUGE turtles. One of them has his head bashed in (fresh red blood which is probably whats attracting the flies) one of the guys yells {this must be read is if you're Boomhauer}
"Hey, don lettim near them turtles. Theys dead, but they c'n still bite". Um yeah, okay. So I thank him for his concern and steer Connor away from the corpses. I say something like 'yuk' or 'gross' and he replies "they look bad, but theyre good eatin!". We all have a good laugh and Connor and I head back to the car. As were getting into his car-seat, I notice that Mr. Moped is leaving. So, he picks up the biggest turtle (were talking like 1 ½ foot diameter shell) and puts it belly-down on the floor of his scooter, where his feet go. Then he bends over and picks up the smaller turtle (maybe 1 diameter, still not small) and I see the gears turning in his little noggin, wondering what hes going to do now. Looks at the turtle, looks at his lap, then looks back at the turtle, back at his lap.So he yells to his friends "Hey, whatm I gunna do with this'n"? To which his friend responds without batting an eye, "Putim in yer seat". So, Mr. Moped gets off the scooter, flips up his seat (where the helmet is usually stored) and drops in the dead turtle. He fires up his ride and heads off, presumably to make some stew. Do I need a better reason to love Indiana? Who wants to visit first???

Aunt Natasha and Uncle Ed

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Tonight we had Ed and Natasha over for a belated celebration of their first anniversary. It's so funny how much Connor loves them! Having them here was great for everyone; they get some kiddo-time, we got 4 extra eyes to watch the dude and Nick and I got a chance to hang out with actual honest-to-goodness adults for a change! It's wonderful being in our little cocoon, just the three of us, but sometimes you don't even realize how much parenthood can isolate you. It's nice to be reminded that the rest of the world is out there.

insomnia makes me think maybe i can be productive...then i find my laptop and dreams of accomplishing meaningful work go poof! i get crazy creative ideas and run with them...then ignore them for months at a time...then pick up where i left off and start running again. since i've been toying with the idea of blogging for eons, I figured that would be where I'd start running this time. Now that I can't sleep (but everyone else can, so I have to be quiet) I'll give it a whirl.