I'm throwing up this post, to keep the world updated on our goings-on, while I work on some more thoughtful drafts I have going. The Thoughtful & Crafted post is my new thing. We'll see if it sticks.
*Jo has acquired many nicknames; some are variations on his actual name and can't be shared here. (I have started a document to keep track of them; after all, I have such a document for Maggie.) Bloggable nicknames thus far: General Fusster, Boychik, Little J, Flipper (yeah, still), Milk-pig, Milkenstein (in response to a post-nursing position in which his head was slumped, eyes closed, arms sticking straight out. If we can get it on camera, believe me, you will get to see it.) Co once called him a hit man sent to suck the life force out of her boobs, but that hasn't stuck.
*I got Maggie a braided bull stick, as opposed to her regular single-link. (Bull sticks are a dog treat fashioned from....well, you probably get the idea.) It looks like a Havdalah candle. It does not smell like one.
*The above purchase was definitely a big-sister present, but let me assure you, Maggie is not being neglected. Many predicted she would be. My best friend A., ever wise, said that she knew how hard core I was and wasn't worried (Co is pretty hard core about Maggie too). Maggie adores Jo: she checks on him when he cries and curls up next to him and at his feet in bed. She steps very deliberately around him when he's lying on the bed or the futon. Furthermore, Maggie now has both mommies at home with her hanging out all day. Co works from home, but she doesn't give Maggie as much attention when she's working as she's able to give now. And I'm not usually home all week. Finally, the best perk: because Jo has us awake at all hours, she regularly gets breakfast at 4:30 or 5 a.m.
We got this pic of them the other night (sit down, the cuteness may affect your balance):
*We have discovered VH1 Classic. (Yeah, it's upsetting when the stuff that you feel is supposed to be on VH1/MTV is labelled "classic.") That means the top 100 songs of the 80s, hour-long elegies to hair bands, and...Pop-Up Video. The only drawback is seeing what some of these people look like today. Ignorance is far preferable in this case, I think.
*Ohchicken told me that Jo looks like me. Nonbio moms (by which I include adoptive moms, foster moms, anyone who is not genetically related to their children) will understand how deeply and wordlessly this touched me to my very core. I do not know that it is true, but I don't care.
I will break my longstanding rule of not posting pictures of myself on this blog to show you the picture she referenced. (I have the rule to protect anonymity, and frankly because I am not the biggest fan of my physical self; I like my words a whole lot better and would prefer to represent myself through them on this blog, since it's so rarely we get the chance to do that. Usually that physical self gets in the way of my words.)
I won't be posting any more pix of me, I don't think, and I'll keep 'em friends/family on flickr. But a wise blogger pointed out that you can't Goo.gle pictures. And if I look at all like Jo, well, that makes me a bigger fan of my looks.)