I am so excited. Today is our Special Punk and Mama day! We have been looking forward to it for a week.

Punk gets out of school at 11:30 today, so I didn't go to work. Well, I wouldn't have gone anyway because my work school district doesn't have school today, LOL. But anyway. Tukey is at day care today, so I am going to pick Punk up and take her out to lunch and a movie. I don't know who is more excited, her or me!

With two kids, we have a lot of one-on-one time doing things like running errands or reading an extra story, things like that. This is like a special treat for us, to have outings.

I think we will both have big smiles on our faces when we pick up Tukey this afternoon. :)

Bogo went to his first movie today, at 13 days old. He saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part 1). Not bad for less than 2 weeks, you know? He slept through most of it, grunted a couple of times, cried for about 15 seconds, nursed, and had a bottle. Good times. I dropped popcorn on his head a few times (whoops) and he got startled by some of the noise. The movie was very loud, so I covered his ears.

Speaking of the Bogo, he was weighed today and was 10 pounds on the dot. Not yet two weeks old. Punk was 9lbs and change at one month, and 11lbs and change at 2 months. Yikes! Big baby!

We had to take him to the pediatrician today to check weight because he was still under birth weight last week and because of all of the nursing issues I had with Punk (when she lost so much weight and got dehydrated and sick). We ended up meeting with a new nurse practitioner instead because the doc was super busy. She was very nice and very sweet and very pro-breastfeeding. Which is nice, because I'm pro-breastfeeding. But she kind of was crossing that line between "supporting breastfeeding" and "making women feel like they are never doing enough." She just kept hammering me with ways to increase my milk supply and stop supplementing, and was full of "How do you know you won't make enough for this baby?" Because, lady, I /know/. I know like I know that I'm breathing. I know that my kid nurses without swallowing. I know that my kid nurses for 30+ minutes and pops off STARVING. She told me to cut the amount of supplement in half so he would wake to eat more and therefore nurse more and therefore I would magically make more milk. Except I won't. I'm maxed out on galactogogues and I won't. Aah well. She should just be happy that we were proactive and our kid is gaining weight and being healthy and thriving.

Also, I like the longer stretches of sleep when we give him formula bottles at nighttime. ;)

Last night during American Idol (I think), I saw a commercial for Kung-Fu Panda! I was so excited I nearly pooped my pants!

I always get excited when my good friend's movies come up. And this one was totally his idea!

Yay, Mr. Winky!!

Our day of doing nothing was a complete success. I didn't take a shower until after 4pm. I got up at 8:30, ate breakfast, then got back into bed with Jen for a while. Then we sat around like sloths and watched some television - we caught the two episodes of "Top Chef" that we missed. Jen made me lunch, and we sat around some more, then did some more nothing.

Eventually we took showers, got some dinner, and went to the movies. We sneaked DQ Blizzards into the theatre - awesome. We saw Knocked Up. It wasn't as terrible as it could have been. Although some air conditioning would have been nice.

I don't know why I let Jen talk me into going to Chili's for dinner. I freaking hate the food at Chili's. Oh well. Half of the big Jehovah's Witness convention was there for dinner and the place was PACKED.

Also, people apparently love to stare at you when you dare to go out in public with a big, round belly. Or maybe just when you walk around like big old queers? I don't know.

The end.

Man, I am Burned. Out. Whose bright idea was it to have a "long weekend of work?" Oh wait, that was me.

After finding unsatisfactory lawn mowers on Friday, we painted some stuff for the kid room and then I framed some more art that a nice friend of our friend Melissa sent us. And it was hot and sweaty and nasty and I was a cranky turd.

Yesterday we spent some time looking at lawn mowers online and trying to find local dealers (we were thinking refurbished) but instead said, "Eff it," and went to one of my least favorite places ever, Home Depot. (I find it thoroughly chaotic and overwhelming, not to mention C-R-A-Z-Y.) We checked out some lawn mowers and ended up getting an electric one. (Good call, lizardjee, though I didn't get your comment until today.) On the plus side, it is SO light and SO quiet and you don't need any gas or oil (so no smell). On the down side, you need a long cord to use it. We ended up getting a 50-foot cord and apparently 50 feet is not long enough to get to the far back of our back yard. Whoops. I think we're going to try to Freecycle a weed whacker.

I also attempted to plant some of the perennials we'd bought for the front of the house, and I am going to stop being smug about being all small and bendable or whatever because HOLY CARP, bending and crouching to weed the garden and dig holes KICKED. MY. ASS. I began to get all hot and cranky and out of breath and ended up on the couch like a wilted flower. Jen finished the plants and put the mulch down, thank goodness. Later that night we hung everything up in the kid's room: shelves, art, you name it. I have all the baby laundry ready to go, and we took the car seat out so we can install it in the car. I also went through the breast pump we bought from a friend and tossed all of the parts that I replaced with new ones. And then? Bed.

This morning Jen got us some Dunkin Donuts breakfast and we finished the back yard (well, as far as the cord would reach) and got 789798798432798 mosquito bites. We went to the mall to return some stuff, ate a quick mall lunch, and saw Pirates of the Carribbean: At World's End. It was entertaining, and it was nice to sit and not do yard work, but it was not my favorite of the series for sure. I felt like it was kind of jumbled and just tried to do too many storylines at once (same thing I thought about Spiderman 3, actually). And it was LONG. We got delicious DQ Blizzards after the movie and then went to Trader Joe for some groceries. And now? NOTHING.

Well, Jen is preheating the oven so we can cook some stuffed clams and I will microwave some vegetables, but other than that we have a big fat ZERO planned for the evening, which is just how I like it after all of the work this weekend.

Oh wait, I have to do all of that dang laundry. DRAT!

Friday: early showing of Spiderman 3, call from Grandma that as of right now nothing dramatic happened during her procedure (some polyps removed, she'll find out more later), and an impromptu sushi dinner at Osaka because nothing else sounded good.

Saturday: Lazy morning, trip to BJs to acquire party food for next weekend (my freezer is now so full of meat it is freaking me out!), a little lounging at home, weird crampy feelings that had me kind of concerned, and then 5 hours of working at the UMass Queer Prom. Where there was dressing up, sparkly decorations, lots of snacky food, and fun with coworkers.

Sunday: Nice morning with cards, impromptu trip to outlet mall in Lee to raid many baby clothes outlets, gratuitous spending of money on adorable little bits of cloth, nice ride home in the spring sun, a stop at the ice cream shop, quick trip to the grocery, and some grilling out before enjoying the Survivor finale.

We are running out of weekends. Must! Have! Weekend! Full! Of! Work! Soon!

Emmy is here visiting and I hope we haven't bored here to tears with our old fogeyness. She is heavily Benadryl'd because of cats and I'm hoping her zombie-like state means she hasn't noticed that she is bored to death. She has been petting cats and even let Ralph lay on her jeans, so maybe she's being won over to the Dark Side.

We attempted moviegoing last night, but Emmy has seen every movie so we saw Stomp the Yard. I am a sucker for all of those dance movies but I think I should stick to DVD rental and/or television because I spent two hours beside a very loud, overly energetic teenage girl who alternated between screeching and crying, "Oh, that's my baby!" whenever a certain young man came on screen. Thankfully she had a smarter friend next to her who kept telling her to shut up.

I am getting old and crotchety and teenagers in movies are wicked annoying.

Jen threw me a little birthday party last night and it was great fun. There were two distinct subgroups of folks - the Boston TIM crowd and the coworkers. eeka and Molly bravely straddled the two groups and I felt a little bad that they were so segregated. My coworkers tended to dominate the kitchen and kept close together, mostly, I think, because Former Coworker Nicole was in town from New York and everyone wanted to catch up with her. Evil Jason stopped by on his way back from the airport (and Puerto Rico) making him the furthest traveler, along with his friend. Always a good time. So for everyone that stopped by, even for a minute - thank you. And a big thank you to Jen for orchestrating the whole thing and even calling my work! (And here I thought they were all going to Movie Club.)

I ate way too much junk yesterday, although I didn't eat much of the party junk. We had cheese and crackers, chips and salsa and dip, lots of candy, a strawberry pie, more chips, and of course cake. Jen and I ordered pizza before the guests arrived so we would have something that vaguely resembled food before we chowed on junk all night. I actually didn't eat as much as I usually do - a couple of chips, a few pieces of candy, a bite of pie, a slice of cake. Not too shabby... but man I need some vegetables in my life.

Jen and I went to see Jesus Camp this afternoon and it was incredibly riveting and frightening. I encourage all of you to see it, especially my smurfbrother who lives smack in the middle of Jesusland. (A lot of the movie was filmed in Missouri.) Then we headed to Roslindale to pick up a bunch of cardboard boxes that some dude listed on craigslist. Yay, boxes!

I tried to take this digital pregnancy test that Jessica gave me last time we were in Northampton looking at houses. It was left over from some of her friends. Anyway, I put the stick in and NOTHING HAPPENED. After about 6 minutes, the screen said, "see leaflet." WTF??!!? I looked on the box and saw that it had expired in Jan. of '06, maybe that's why? I don't know, but I keep cracking up every time I think of "see leaflet."

I had an appointment at 9am in Waltham for a blood draw to see how the current dose of Follistim is working. For the first time ever in my life, my alarm clock did not go off at 7:30 like it was supposed to. I know that Fin woke me up in the middle of the night and had been stepping all over the nightstand, but I don't think he could have messed with the clock. I'm not sure what happened. Thankfully I managed to spring awake at 8:36 and we raced out the door. We got there at 9:10, not too shabby.

We met up with Joe (bluekniggit) for breakfast since we were in his town, and it was delish. I had cranberry pancakes made with real cranberries. YOM. I hereby name this weekend All Joe All the Time because we spent last night at Shakespeare on the Common with him, and he is coming by this afternoon some time so we can trek to IKEA to help him shop for his new apartment. We will also be eyeballing bedroom sets for ourselves although IKEA doesn't usually have the best assortment of king-sized stuff. I love looking at their pet supplies, though! :)

I went to Jeff (volumeat11) and Melissa's house on Friday night to make homemade pizzas and watch movies. It was a great idea - Melis put out a whole host of ingredients and we made personal pizzas. I made a hawaiian pizza (tomato slices, pineapples, turkey bacon, sauce and cheese) and some other random pizza and they were so good. I want to have a make-your-own-pizza party, too! We watched Serial Mom (my contribution) and The 40-Year-Old Virgin (which I had never seen). It was a laffriot.

Aside from the fact that it is COLD outside (so cold last night, in fact, that Daedalus came to sleep under the covers with me), this is gearing up to be a perfect weekend.

Aah, the beach. I so love the beach, with its beachy smell and its beachy breezes. I'm so glad that Marti Maraschino gave me a last-minute phone call. (Seriously, people, I love the last-minute plans, because I HATE planning.) I had just pulled out all of my geocaching stuff and was getting ready to go check some out, but the beach offer was much more tempting. So I whipped out the I'm-too-big-to-wear-this-in-public-but-I-will-anyway two-piece bathing suit, got a bag of stuff together, and waited for Funk and Marti to arrive.

We headed off to Nantasket and spent probably 2.5 quality hours at the beach. There was some laying around happening, with Marti reading us ridiculous sections of her most recent fashion magazine (gah, really). There was some submerging in the frigid water where I almost lost my prescription sunglasses in the ocean (oops). And I was clever enough to bring a frisbee so Marti Maraschino and I got in the water and threw the frisbee around and gabbed while Funk napped on the rocks. And yes rocks, because the tide came in so much that there was no beach left! Ha ha, Nantasket, you are so weird.

I'd put on a ton of sunscreen before I left and I don't think I got a single smidge of color, which is sad but oh well. I got to play frisbee in waist-deep frigid ocean water, so it all evens out. Good times.

Movie Club saw The Hidden Blade which is SO not a movie I would ever have seen on my own. I mean, it was okay and it wasn't terrible, but I really was just waiting for it to end by the end of it. Parts of it were funny and there was a flying body part, but yeah... not the best $9.25 I ever spent. Afterwards we went to Cambridge Brewing Company where we had such terrible service because we were a party of seven and the gratuity was going to be included. I HATE THAT. It took us over two hours to eat, so we all had to pay for extra parking (the movie theatre validates for 4 hours). Grrrrrrr.

I got painfully little sleep last night so I'm going to call this one an early (yet still eventful) Saturday.

And I can't believe I spend so much freaking time with my coworkers. I am SO WEIRD but they are SO FUNNY.