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Needed more cowbell?

Sarah — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 18:13:08 +0000

The general consensus is that the music for the Papal Mass in D.C. was pretty awful. I will say only two things:

1) Everyone seemed to understood that the penultimate measure in the “gathering hymn” (Lasst uns erfreuen) had three beats (6, if you subdivide) just like the rest of the hymn. Good for them.

2) It wasn’t so bad that Pru couldn’t sleep through it.

Pru is sleeping

Sarah — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 17:08:32 +0000

… so that means: BLOG PARTY!!

Prior to Pru’s being born and our getting married, much of any given day could be spent composing blog posts in my head. I could roll around a phrase until it was polished enough for public consumption. I was able to really work through an assertion and get a final product that I was fairly confident would stand the critical eye of the hoards of people who frequented AGoCh. I could actually sit down and read Latin. It was a beautiful time for prose, really.

After Pru, however, my thoughts have been composed of lists of things I do/don’t want Pru to do. Samples from the last few days:

A List of Professions We Don’t Want Pru to Consider When She Grows Up:

Thief
Porn star
Welfare Queen
Contract killer
Lawyer

A List of Things We’d Like Pru to Do Right Now:

Nap
Sleep
Actually Eat and Not Snack
Doze
Nap

A List of Things Pru Does:

Smile
Be Cute
Be Super Cute
Pet Calvin (with help)
Eat

A List of Things Pru Doesn’t Do:

Nap
Nap
Sit Without Being Held
Nap
Nap

A List of Things That Just Don’t Get Done Around the Apartment Anymore:

Sweeping
Laundry
Sleeping
Kitchen counter cleaning
Sarah/Pru Getting Dressed (usually one or the other happens but rarely both See: A List of Things Pru Doesn’t Do)

So basically, blogging tends to get lost in the shuffle. Which is not to say there aren’t blog-worthy things happening. We have big plans for our pitch for C-SPAN’s primetime programming. (Teaser: it’s a contest reality show) We definitive critical takes on No Country for Old Men and the ending of There Will Be Blood. We have so much awesomeness to share it’s just insane. But, sadly, the blog comes last on the list of things we can do reliably. We can either feed the baby or we can blog. It is just impossible to do both. And if you think it’s an easy decision between the two, you’re wrong.

No Free Riders Here

Sarah — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 18:39:04 +0000

Under that band-aid is the proof that Pru is officially done with her first real battery of vaccinations. Sure, sure we could have relied on the actions of others but we’re weak-willed on top of being rational actors. Plus, what if we move to a colony of Christian Scientists and there is a Diphtheria outbreak? Pru just isn’t sold on the ontology of the Eddy crowd.

The relevant data from the Doctor’s office:
Height – 22 in. (33rd percentile)
Weight – 11 lb 3 oz (57th percentile)
Head circumference – 40 cm (78th percentile)

Pru is doing well with her shots, but she has needed extra cuddles and kisses today. Not that I’m complaining, but here is the view in Dwyeropolis:

Bad napper no more!

Sarah — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 17:58:33 +0000

As the blog may or may not have led you to believe, our Sweet Pea is not the world’s greatest capitalizer on the opportunity for naps. Up until today she just wouldn’t sleep during the day unless someone was holding her, preferably while they were standing upright. This was never the ideal situation, of course, but her parents were pretty indulgent because
a) she’s a cutie
and
b) they like not hearing their daughter scream.

Today, Angus’s paternity leave ended and Pru celebrated by taking a proper nap. Sure it wasn’t in her bed, but was a start. Mother is going to say a few prayers of thanksgiving now.

No TV and No Beer Make Angus Something Something

Angus — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 19:23:32 +0000

Some people (notably people who don’t have infants at home themselves) have politely requested more posting. We admit posting has been light, chiefly because a certain denizen of Dwyeropolis hasn’t been doing much of this lately:

And of course, when the baby doesn’t sleep (or, more to the point, doesn’t sleep unless she’s being gently cradled in the arms of one of her parents as she paces quietly about a dimly lit living room) we don’t sleep. And when we don’t sleep, taking cute pictures of the baby and posting them online with witty anecdotes takes a back burner to not going on shooting rampages.

Also, Sarah has come down with a persistent cough that’s keeping her up even when Pru’s down and generally making her feel lousy. And I cut my right index finger open on Christmas (ironically not on the semi-dangerous mandoline my beautiful wife got me but on our new vegetable peeler – note to self: when you replace old, dull utensils with new, sharp ones, the new ones are sharp) which has limited my ability to type. Further, we’ve had actual stuff we needed to take care of: dealing with Babies”R”Us’s insane returns policy (there’ll be a post on this later), making final arrangements for the Baptism, cleaning the house, and so-on. See generally.

In the meantime, if you’re still jonesing for a cute baby fix, there’s always Cute Baby Fix. And the Ellises have a bunch of cute pictures up. And author Regina Doman just had a baby, so that may lead to some more pictures in not too long.

Sorry For The Posting Hiatus

Angus — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 12:35:50 +0000

Pru has been quite a handful over the last week. Literally. She’s going through a phase where during the day and during much of the night she won’t sleep unless she’s being held. Needless to say, this complicates things like blogging, emailing, cooking, cleaning, and shopping for and wrapping Christmas presents significantly. We’ve more or less taken to eating in shifts, for example.

I’m not sure what the cause of this change is (when she was newly home, she slept all day long, and was relatively content to just lay in her crib even when she was awake so long as she wasn’t hungry or needing a change). I suspect it’s partially developmental – she’s presumably been going through her three-week growth spurt, which apparently increases discomfort and fussiness in infants. It’s also probably partially environmental – the heater in the bedroom stopped producing hot air about two and a half weeks ago, which made it very hard to keep her adequately warm. The heater is heating again now, sort of, but only after a still-unfinished series of tragicomic misadventures, which I may describe in a subsequent post, tentatively titled “Why I Am Withholding Next Month’s Rent On The Basis of a Breach of The Implied Warranty of Habitability”; nevertheless, I think she’s come to associate being in her crib with being cold and uncomfortable.

Anyway, she’s asleep now, as is Sarah; I’m up early to run some “have to be done before 8:30 am” errands. (Perhaps a nap this afternoon.) Speaking of errands, I should be off, but so as to leave this post not a total bummer, I’ll pass on some cute pictures of the Pru-bear:

Also, my ultra-cool birthday gift from Sarah: an Alton Brown-branded salt cellar