So E either let me sleep through the night (or woke me up only once). I can't remember being woken up, which is a good sign. So I feel pretty good.

We watched Welcome Home, Roscoe Jenkins on HBO last night. (We recently got HBO just for the Big Love season.) I really liked Roscoe. Despite watching it HBO-style (i.e., missing the first 45 minutes), I knew what was going on and it was funny but not crude (well, it had a couple of moments, but they were still somehow wholesome). Martin Lawrence tends to be wholesome, I think. So does Queen Latifah, actually.

E watched the movie with me. I realized the key to E's movie happiness is to remove the batteries and small plates from a couple of remote controls and give them to him. We also have a phone we don't use, so I gave him that as well.

I also found out that my inner child is male. I like the idea of having an inner child all fierce and wild :) It also explains why I don't like shopping.

Comments

Anonymous said…
How does one find out the gender of their inner child? Ultrasound?

I think kids are universally attracted to remote controls. My friends' 2-yr-old was left unsupervised for less than a minute and he managed to get a hold of the remote, press several buttons in the direction of the TV, and order some Latin porn.
8:24 AM
Bearette said…
Hehe...Latin porn. I once watched Basic Instinct in Spanish.

Visualization :)
8:31 AM
This suzy said…
I'm jealous you get to watch Big Love!!
10:49 AM
Roxanne said…
I just finished watching the 2nd season of Big Love (borrowed from the library). Boo...I have to wait til it comes out on DVD.

Yeah to sleeping through the night with a lil' one in the house.
2:53 PM
G said…
I love Big Love too! We just got HBO for that very purpose (oh, yeah, and watching Entourage too...)

We'll have to discuss.

Oh, and as for your question about names...we are keeping it under wraps for now due to opinionated family members. :)
3:48 PM
Bearette said…
I still have to get around to watching the 2nd episode :) Gotta love the on-demand feature.
3:50 PM
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