Happy Two Weeks!

...to the sunshine of my life, even though all you do is summon blizzards!

A few rough nights...

...makes for dizzy daddy. Between baby and perpetual snowstorms, there is no routine left. Just as things got settled in the house this morning, around 6am, a city plow went up and down our street three times, blaring it's airhorn each time it came across the one car that was not moved off-street. How is that helpful? I went to work and Val texted me later to say the plow had come by two or three more honky times until she called Public Works to complain. They said they would tell the plow driver to stop honking, but if we happen to see the neighbor with the unmoved car, could we ask them to move it? That's what tagging and towing is for, bitches! I know they get a little overzealous with it back in MN, but here it seems to be empty threats. Anyway, it only took me twice as long to get to work this morning, after saying goodbye to sleepy Val and wide awake Vivian. There was an upside down Jeep Wrangler on the first half of my commute, and two spinouts on the second half, and that's just with 2-3 inches of snow during morning rush hour.
Tomorrow is supposed to be 7-11 more inches of snow, with or without "wintry mix" included.


At least she's cute, right?

A Birth Story

Here is Val's accounting, for your reading pleasure. I will post my notes soon.

http://navigatingthemothership.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-sisters-birth-story.html

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Then I woke up

1/1/11

I dreamt last night that Val and I were attending a benefit wine dinner. Sharing a table with us would be some complete strangers, Eric & Jen Maschwitz, and Stephen Colbert and most of his production crew. Entertainment was to be provided by Luther Vandross. We arrived, found our table, said hello to Jeneric (Colbert wasn't there yet, but his placecard was on the table) and I was spotted by one of the organizers, walking around with a clipboard. She approached me and said that my $50 cash that I paid for my ticket had been lost and I needed to pay again. I lost my shit and went off on her on how that was not my problem, until she dropped her clipboard and ran away. I returned to the table and enjoyed the wine and food and Vandross.

Somehow, there was a Vandross afterparty we ended up at where someone's grandma was instructing me on how to make paella (sp?) for the entire party. She was barking orders at me about what to cut up and add to the mix. I performed admirably enough apparently, grandma smiled and nodded, and we all sat down to another meal.

Then I woke up.