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Tuesday, May 04th, 2010 | Author: Erika

Wes is mad at me, and considering changing the password on our Netflix account.  It all started out with such good intentions…

Our Netflix queue was getting a bit bare, so I started adding movies I knew we enjoyed to it to ensure that we wouldn’t run out of quality entertainment.  Some of the movies I added:

  • Love Actually
  • Memoirs of a Geisha
  • The Proposal
  • Mr. & Mrs. Smith
  • The Day After Tomorrow
  • 2012
  • Gamer

Now, Wes considers the top four movies on that list to be chick flicks, even though Mr. & Mrs. Smith is most definitely not a chick flick because it has guns in it.  When the fourth so-called chick flick arrived, Wes started getting ever-so-slightly annoyed.  After all, he is not a chick, and can be relied upon to consistently ruin a perfectly good cry by making sarcastic jokes during emotionally charged scenes.

Then, the two disaster movies arrived.  I love The Day After Tomorrow, while Wes merely thinks it’s tolerable. He chafes at thinly veiled environmental propaganda.  2012, we both agreed, was a phenomenal waste of time.  I love me a good disaster movie, but it has to be at least somewhat plausible or I just plain stop caring.

The last movie to arrive before Wes completely lost all faith in my Netflix queue ordering abilities was Gamer.  I do not recommend this movie.  I’d read the synopsis and thought it sounded interesting, but we made it about a quarter through the movie before turning it off in disgust.  It is a foul film, and deeply unsettling, and not worthy of anyone’s time.

That last movie was the nail in my movie-picking coffin.  Now I’m consigned to watching Miami Vice (the show, not the movie {a show I couldn’t be less interested in watching}), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (vapid, annoying, campy, though Wes assures me the second season is better than the first), and JAG (I already know it won’t be as good as NCIS, so why bother?).

Marriage means sharing the Netflix queue, even if it means watching things you have no interest in.  Le sigh.  The chick flick marathon was good while it lasted…

Monday, March 15th, 2010 | Author: Erika
Fuzzy and soft and WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD.

Fuzzy and soft and WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD.

I’ve been a parent for almost three weeks and it’s abundantly clear I’m not an expert.  In fact, it seems to me that parenting, at least at first, is more like alchemy than science.  You follow your instincts, try strange things someone’s aunt’s chiropractor once told her worked wonders, and keep trudging on through the dirty diapers and sleepless nights just hoping that this next thing you will work.  That this will be It.  It being, of course, The Thing Your Child Loves That Helps Him/Her Sleep.

So far, we know a few things about our little Aidan boy.  One of those things is that he loves being held.  By everyone.  The boy has yet to start fussing after being held by a stranger (except on one notable occasion when he was hungry).  He loves being held so much, in fact, that for the first two and a half weeks of his life he would only fall asleep if he was being held against a warm body.

He’d eventually fall deep enough asleep that we could transfer him to his bassinet, but this was always a tricky proposition because if he wasn’t deep enough asleep he’d scream like an ever-loving banshee about two minutes later (approximately right when my head hit the pillow).  There was one night in particular when he refused to be put down from midnight to 5 in the morning, and I fell asleep holding him and very nearly dropped him.

This is right about when I told Wes something needed to be done.  The baby was getting plenty of sleep, but it was getting dangerous for me to keep trying to hold him all night.

Enter the swing.  The beautiful swing.  The transcendent, made-of-rainbows-and-unicorn-dreams swing.  It’s the Fisher Price My Little Lamb Cradle Swing (no, I’m in no way getting compensated to rave about this thing) and it is the reason I’m sitting here calmly blogging as opposed to rocking back and forth in the corner licking the decals off the walls of the nursery.

I feed Aidan, burp him, cuddle with him for just a while (he’s delicious, you’d cuddle with him at 4 AM too) and then I tuck him into his swing and let it rock him to sleep.  It’s fuzzy and cozy, so there’s not a rude transition from warm mommy to cold swing.  It’s given me two decent nights of sleep so far, and I feel like three quarters of a million bucks.

Even if there were a handbook on how to be a new parent, it probably wouldn’t apply to you and your baby anyway.  Alchemy, I say.  Wandering around the house with your fussy baby in the middle of the night, rocking, patting, swaying, turning on faucets, waving around fuzzy stuffed animals and hoping against hope that something, anything will work, then celebrating like crazy when you find that one thing that at the one moment in time makes your baby happy.

Monday, November 09th, 2009 | Author: Erika

Things I’ve learned from buying maternity pants:

  1. All pregnant women are rich, and therefore do not mind paying twice as much for their jeans.
  2. When you get pregnant, you magically shrink/grow and no longer require such frippery as sizes that come long/short.
  3. Pregnant women are not interested in looking attractive, and would, in fact, prefer their pants to gape as much as possible in unflattering places such as the hips and thighs.
  4. The only people who sell their maternity jeans to consignment stores are tiny.  Tall and/or larger women like to hoard their clothes.
  5. Pregnant women will get desperate to buy your crap once they get large enough, so never offer to sell your stuff on sale.  It shows weakness.  They’ll come knocking once their pants are biting into their rapidly ballooning mid-sections.

As you can see, it was a very informative weekend wherein I may or may not have found myself frustrated to the point of tooth-gnashing by the expensive and limited nature of maternity jeans.

What, if anything, have you learned from going shopping?

Wednesday, October 07th, 2009 | Author: Erika

I don’t have anything cohesive to write about, so I thought I’d just throw a whole bunch of random thoughts together and see if anyone cares.  It’s like the whole seven quick takes thing, but not nearly so organized.

  • Wes and I saw “Inglourious Basterds” on Friday.  I enjoyed it fairly well, but it was definitely a Quentin Tarantino flick.  Not that that’s a bad thing, but it’s starting to feel a little rote to me.  Wes reminded me in the car on the way home (we discuss every movie we see ad nauseum on the way home) that there were several scenes in the movie that were particularly artful, and I do agree.  It would just be neat to see Quentin plumb the depths of his creativity instead of pacing the rut he’s created for himself.
  • Consignment stores are awesome!  It’s completely hit-or-miss, meaning there’s by far no guarantee that when you stop by to shop you’ll find something that will work, but when you find something that’s perfect?  It’s like the skies open up and the sun itself beams down upon your face.  I found another $5 pair of jeans at a consignment event yesterday.  With finds like this, it’s small wonder I balk at the prospect of paying $30 for jeans, no?
  • Is it just me, or has “Grey’s Anatomy” gone completely off the rails?  Wes and I started last year’s season last night (he watches it to humor me, but in no way has he ever enjoyed it) and I could have sworn I was watching a high-budget soap opera.  I mean, the main character (Meredith) has always been whiny and self-involved, but it appears her malaise has spread to the whole cast.  Even well-developed characters are behaving like complete morons and the plot points have all the authenticity of a fat-free, sugar-free chocolate bar.
  • The new Muse album, “The Resistance”, was a hugely pleasant surprise for me.  I’ve been a rabid fan of the band for years, but I have to admit their last album, “Black Holes and Revelations”, alarmed me a bit.  It was just so synth-heavy, I yearned for that raw, virtuoso sound they had when you could clearly tell there were three men playing a variety of instruments during songs.  With “The Resistance” though?  It’s a really cool new direction that shows that the band has grown and developed (there’s a freaking symphony on this album!) but hasn’t lost sight of what they’re really good at (rocking out and making it sound really good).
  • My grandfather mailed me a book of my Russian great-grandmother’s hand-written recipes two weeks ago and Wes and I tried out our very first one over the weekend.  We made pelmeni (tiny meat-filled dumplings, you boil them and then eat them with sour cream) from scratch and oh my gosh it was a lot of work.  It took us three hours to make them and it’s extremely likely that, unless I have at least three more people helping me, I won’t be making them again soon.  Yes they were delicious, but you can also buy them pre-made and frozen and they taste just as delicious and only take about ten minutes to make.
Wednesday, September 30th, 2009 | Author: Erika

Wes and I finished the fifth season of House last night and I don’t mind telling you I was disappointed.  Major spoilers ahead, so I’m going to put a little break between here and there so if you haven’t seen the last season of House, meaning the one from last year that everyone’s already finished buzzing over, and you don’t want spoilers you don’t have to see them.

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