Flabby Graduations

Mostly due to LG's arrival, everything related to my graduation has gone on the backburner, and I didn't have the time to waste any money on fancy graduation announcements. So this will have to do. I am graduating with a B.S. in Psychology and (permitting I finish a paper this weekend) a B.A. in Japanese. To celebrate, N and I are getting a babysitter, going out to lunch, and going to see Spiderman 3. Batman is still my favorite, but Spidey gets a close second.

Also--a comment on N's amazing metabolism. After only three weeks, you cannot tell that she just had a baby. Even the somewhat elderly washing machine repairman Don commented on her figure. In the hospital, I noted that her belly looked somewhat like mine (a little flabby). However, three weeks later, and with nary a sit-up or run on the treadmill, she nearly has a six-pack again. So I'm back to being the flabby one in the family again. Although LG is trying his best to gain a few more chins.

No Hawaiian sunsets for me

I guess I won't get to be an extra on 'Lost' anytime soon.

"The Committee was unable to act favorably on your application and regrets that, because of the competitive nature of the selection, they must disappoint a large number of promising individuals..."

I am still waiting on two more law schools, and I have an interview with a counseling program next week.

"Standing Room" Only

Here’s one for the “lazy Dads file.” I have been telling myself repeatedly ever since I took a Fatherhood class at the U two years ago that I was going to be an equal contributor to the parenting relationship. Well, late last night, while N was feeding Little Bug (for what seemed like the fifth time in four hours) I made a little mistake and fell asleep on the couch. Wait. My first mistake was laying on the couch. Second mistake, falling asleep. And when I fall asleep, whether it’s in high school physics class or at home, I’m really asleep. I wouldn’t wake up if a train came through the room. Often either my head tilts back and puts my mouth in a sort of quasi-open position, or alternatively, I am face down and drooling (both are embarrassing in class, I might add).

So, after N was done feeding him, apparently she went in the other room to change him and he was screaming about something or another (which I didn’t hear of course). N came back into the room and gave me a (very deserving) stern-yet-kind-as-she-could-muster reprimand about helping her. DAAAAANNNNGGGGGG! And I was trying so hard to be a helpful husband. Thank goodness for repentance. From now on a will not sit or lay down past 10 pm. I’m pretty sure I can’t sleep standing. I hope so.