Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Slow November

Huh. Slow November, I guess. Though if you look back through the archives you'll see that November is historically a slow month here at wonderland 2. It's true. This time of year makes me feel all yearn-y and homesick for places I've never been, and blogging is less of a priority. So what? So you actually had to do work instead of read my drivel between visits to Fleshbot.com and fine-tuning your fantasy football line-up. I probably saved your job last month!

The boy! He is walking everywhere! Non-stop power walking, too. he doesn't stop. If he's not strapped down or asleep he's going somewhere, doing something. He has shoes! Two pairs of sneakers, and he walks just fine in them both.

And the talking! It never, ever stops. He's talked in his sleep a few times here lately. Unfortunately, very little of the talk is in English or any other language known to man. He has a few words we understand. "Dog" is his favorite. Also mama, balloon, and bye-bye. Dog, though, is the workhorse of his vocabulary. Dog is always an appropriate response.

"You hungry, John?"

"Dog."

"Is your diaper wet?"

"Dog."

"Did you kill that hobo?"

"Dog."

Let's see...we went to Memphis for Thanksgiving. There was a lot of turkey. My father in-law actually fried a turkey, which was crazy good. We visited with family and friends. John ate everything in sight. Watched the LSU-Arkansas game with the father in-law, too. It got to be a blowout, though, so he changed the channel. We had John's big birthday party the Saturday after Thanksgiving at my mom's house. Many people showed up, John got a lot of swag. It was a good visit.

We have a Christmas tree! It is fake, but very nice for all that. Sunday we left the house, intending to stop by the Wal Mart for a few essentials and then go on to the Christmas tree place. But! But Wal Mart had a fake six-foot tree for fifteen dollars. Cheap, and we whittle down our running around to one stop. We covered it with lights and our extensive ornament collection. It's amazing how much Christmas crap you can accumulate over a decade and change, huh? So now we have one more place in the house where Sonya and I have to play defense against John's unending curiousity. But it is totally pretty.

Anything else interesting? We went to City Park Saturday night to drive through the Christmas lights with my former co-workers Mark and Ann and their little girl, Shelby. We all rode in their huge, comfortable and swank new minivan. The womenfolk were up front, the kids were strapped into carseats in the middle and Mark and I rode in the back. Luxurious! Buttons everywhere! And the lights were pretty.

"Pitty! Pitty!" Shelby said. John looked, wide-eyed, at all the lights and then fell asleep as soon as we left the park.

Before we went to the park we went to a Chinese buffet to eat. Me and Mark were at the table with the kids, who were running their yaps and smearing macaroni and cheese everywhere.

"Two loud, messy children," I said, "this is what people fear when they go out to eat."

"Fuck 'em," Mark said, "it's an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet. How nice can they expect it to be? It's not like it's Commander's Palace or something like that."

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