yeah, yeah, i know the title for my post is the name of an REM album. deal with it. if michael stipe liked women, i would want to marry him. what a great band...their music is certainly a part of my inner-soundtrack. if i made a record with music about my life, i would cover like 8 REM songs. ok, it would be more like a boxed set of records about my life, and since i'm such a rotten guitar player, the odds of me actually learning to play a quarter of those songs moderately ok is slim to none. and that's ok.
so, tuesday was quite the day in my little life. the morning started out like any other...hanging out with baby a and stinky j, trying to get a 15 minute power nap between the time stinky j got on the bus and when i had to put baby a in the shower, i was kept fully awake by stinky j's guinea pig (remind me when i have children to put a firm and solid ban on vermin as pets...), who kept banging on the bars of her cage (i know if i could hear her talk, she would have been chanting "attica, attica...") until i gave her some timothy grass. and then around 10 am, i got the call that little old me had been hired to be camp director for the summer at my old camp. you can read all about the things we do, etc. at www.campcapers.org
needless to say, i am ridiculously excited. and a little nervous. and that's ok. all will be well.
the world's fattest baby and finest purveyor of neck cheese weighs 15 pounds now, and is rolling over. and his parents reported that he has begun verbalizing in response to their talking to him. i am expecting him to speak any day now. i told you he was advanced. supposedly he's coming to visit in a couple of weeks. that will be a good weekend. i will be coaching him on his speech. i'm trying to decide which word i'd like to teach him first. as his aunt, i feel obligated to warp him in a loving way as soon as possible. like my friend e-beth, who taught her nephew to say "take a dump" instead of "go poo-poo". it was a big hit a day care. i can only hope that when my time comes to teach my nephew, i can do as well.
that's it, really. kind of boring, i know. but it's been a kind of boring month, except for the last week, which was nice. surreal, but nice. and i don't mean that in a notting hill sort of way.
mil besos--rmg
