Made in Richmond

Ross and I have been spending an embarassing amount of time watching back episodes of Battlestar Galactica in efforts to be caught up when the series finale airs in a couple weeks. We *might* have spent his sick day yesterday watching 6 episodes in a row. Possibly. Could be a rumor.

You may or may not know that it stars Edward James Olmos as Admiral William Adama. I have to say that I came into my consumption of this show already loving him. Helloooo, Stand and Deliver! A negative times a negative equals a positive. You don’t got a ticket you don’t go to the show. Coooooooooool. Sigh, I think only my brother and sister will care about what I just said. Trust me. Watch it.

Anyway, my constant watching of Mr. Olmos on Battlestar might have altered my understanding of reality a touch. Why do I say that, you ask? Well, I spent much of the day yesterday singing this in my head…

You say Obama,
I say Adama,
Adama, Obama, Obama, Adama,
Let’s call the whole thing off!

Yes. In my brain I am equating a fictional space admiral with our history-making President.

I mean, look at him! That is a man ready to make some hard decisions. He’ll put you right out an airlock, he doesn’t even care.

1. Mothers don’t get sick days. Oddly though, fathers do. Hmmm.

2. Babies don’t care if the dishes are done.

3. All of those people on Inside the Actor’s Studio who say their child’s laughter is their favorite sound aren’t BSing.

4. If you don’t feel 5 steps behind at all times, you’re probably deluding yourself.

5. Sometimes things they don’t like really are good for them (examples: tummy time and nasal aspirators).

6. The one time you don’t have a burp cloth over your shoulder is when they will vomit all the way down your back.

7. Your personal grooming will forever take a backseat to your child’s. Because who cares what you look like? You don’t want people thinking you don’t know how to take care of your kid.

8. Days where you both stay in your pajamas are essential for your sanity because it’s one less thing you need to do.

9. Peeing in the bath tub happens. So does pooping. And both are nothing to get all in a hissy about.

10. Babies. They are awesome.

Friday: Up to nurse the baby. Was pleasantly surprised when the hubs told me he was going to walk to work so I could have the car. Ate breakfast, got a shower, put the baby down for his morning nap. Once he was up, headed to the bank, Trader Joe’s, and Once Upon A Child. Got tons of clothes for the baby on the cheap. Home to play, nurse, and rest. Out again to pick up the hubs from work. Home. In-laws came over for dinner. Much cooing at the baby. Fed the baby again. Read some Twilight. To bed.

Saturday: Woke up from really not sleeping well at all. Nursed. Got myself showered and what not. Put the baby down for his nap. Relaxed and watched TV. Got the baby up again to nurse and get him ready to have his pictures taken by Jake. Had fun showing the little guy off to the camera. Photo session ended when the baby switched from charming to HOLYCRAPIMSOTIRED. Watched Gone With the Wind. Nursed some more. Took a short nap. Welcomed some friends for dinner. Read more Twilight while they played DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS. Nursed again and put the baby down for the night. Read some more. Was awakened at around 11:30 by a very snotty baby. Suctioned some boogers out. Put the baby back down. Went to sleep.

Sunday: Up at 7:30 to feed the baby. Called my mom to wish her happy birthday. Headed out to run bulletins for church and stop by Target. Back to feed the baby. Family snuggle time in bed (I read a book, hubs read the Internet, baby gummed a rattle). Put the baby down for a nap. Took a shower. Had a nice chat with my friend Stephanie who stopped by on her way through town. Church. Potluck after church. Wrangled a fussy baby all through after-church meeting. Home exhausted. Ate a small and quick dinner. Doing some work. Might watch the Oscars. Definitely will go to bed soon.

Have a great week!

I am not playing and claim no responsibilty.

Don’t worry, he’s not really stoned.

What are your middle names?

Mine is Lynn. His is Adam.

How long have you been together?

We started dating when I was 15 and he was 16. We broke up a year later and got back together a year after that. So we’ve been romantically involved in some way for twelve years HOLY HELL.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?

I think we met freshman year of high school maybe? So like a year maybe? Clearly it happened before I was capable of formulating memories.

Who asked whom out?

I didn’t ask guys out, so I’m assuming he asked me.

How old are each of you?

I’m 27. He’s 28. WIN.

Whose siblings do you see the most?

Definitely mine as he is an only child.

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?

That would be raising another person. And how he can’t remember anything. Ever.

Did you go to the same school?

Middle school and high school, yes. College, no. He went to Virginia Tech and I went to the University of Richmond.

Are you from the same home town?

Nope. Ross was born in West Virginia and grew up all over. I’ve been in Richmond my entire life.

Who is smarter?

Ross is smarter with numbers and logic and general nerdery. I’m smarter when it comes to words and remembering important things like who was in that movie one time with Edward James Olmos.

Who is the most sensitive?

That would be me. Not because I’m overly-sensitive, but rather that Ross is a robot.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?

We’re too poor to eat out. SOB.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?

Dominican Republic

Who has the craziest exes?

Well since Ross dated everyone IN THE WORLD, his exes are more likely to be crazier because there are so many of them. Odds and all.

Who has the worst temper?

Me. I’m a yeller, a door-slammer, and walker-offer.

Who does the cooking?

Ross. I make toast. That’s about it.

Who is the neat-freak?

Neither one of us, really. This is why we don’t have people over much.

Who is more stubborn?

Probably me. Except when it comes to calling for pizza. Ross just won’t do it. He says it’s because he’s afraid he won’t be able to answer any questions they ask them. Because pizza places are known for their interrogation skills.

Who hogs the bed?

Neither one of us. In fact, I sleep on the very edge of the bed for some reason.

Who wakes up earlier?

Me because I have to feed the hoss-child with my body.

Where was your first date?

We ate at Applebee’s and saw a movie. YAY SUBURBS!

Who is more jealous?

Me. Jealousy is not a rational emotion. Ross is not programmed for irrational processes.

How long did it take to get serious?

Not long, I guess? But we were 15 and 16, so what does that mean?

Who eats more?

Lately me because of the whole pregnancy thing and then nursing thing.

Who does the laundry?

I do. In fact I seem to recall a situation in which Ross and his dad were fixing something on the washing machine and they had to call me into the room to turn it on and check to see if it was working. BECAUSE NEITHER ONE OF THEM KNEW HOW.

Who’s better with the computer?

He is. I would hope so, too, because he’s a web developer.

Who drives when you are together?

Me. Ross gets nervous when driving. Then again, he also gets nervous when he’s just a passenger. Our rides are often peppered with exclamations of “OHMYGODWEAREGOINGTODIE,” and “WEWILLNEVERFINDPARKINGLET’SJUSTGOHOME.”

I’ve tried about 50 times to write a post about how overwhelmed I am feeling right now and how I’m constantly feeling like I will never be everything that everyone needs me to be, but who wants to hear about that? All that would end with is me sounding whiny and being frustrated for not having articulated myself properly. So, until I’m a little bit less in my head, I figured I could placate you all by throwing some baby pictures at you and running away.

So without further ado…

LOOK, GUYS, A BAYBEEEEE!

Chubby cheeks, chubby wrists, and comically over-sized glasses. TRY NOT TO SMILE.

Mr. Punkin Head himself

When Scott is out of town, we need to call in contractors every now and then. Obviously we will accept any skill set.

Snuggling his lovey, a gift from his grandma. What can I say? He is a fan of luxuuuuuuurious fabrics like synthetic fur and fake satin. His mother’s son, for sure!

I’ve started contributing to a parenting column over at RVANews. The format is basically two sets of parents (Ross and I, and the fabulous Jorge and Patience) talking about various parenting topics.

Last time we talked about raising kids in the city. A great conversation started from that.

This week we discussed co-sleeping, something that EVERY parent has an opinion on, as they should. Head on over to see what people are saying and let us know what you think. Only one rule, though: BE NICE.

Friday: Went into the office with the baby for a little while. Got a few things done. Met my tall drink of water friend Hayley for lunch. Ran some errands. Back home so the baby and I could both take a quick nap. Back into town to pick up Ross. Stop at Kroger to buy nutritious things like Doritos, Oreos, and Pizza Rolls for our carpet picnic dinner. Home to eat, cuddle with the baby, and watch lots of Battlestar. Bed.

Saturday: Up at 7:30 to feed the baby. Ate some breakfast, cuddled. Went back to sleep for a bit. Up to play with the baby some more and clean. Finally got in the shower around 2. Dropped the baby off in King William for his first sleepover with Grandma. Cried a little. Headed to Cha-Cha’s for the Robot Hearts Happy Hour. Finally met Jack. Had too much to drink. Might have sent about 1,000 text messages letting lots of people know that. Home to drink lots of water and take Advil before going to bed. Up off and on all night with a belly ache because I am officially old to eat crap and drink a lot on the weekends.

Sunday: Finally up at around 9:00. Paced in front of the window waiting for my mom to get here with the baby. Loved on him and cuddled him when he finally arrived. Spent some time watching TV and relaxing. Church. Stopped by the grocery store. Home to eat dinner and deal with a fussy baby. Watched some Battlestar. Read some Twilight. Bed feeling sick.

Hope you have a great week.