Hello, baby!

There’s another life in this world tonight.

Congratulations to Chris and Shelley, proud parents of a new baby boy.

All are healthy and enjoying their first night together as a family.

Can Auggie come over and play yet?

The taming of the luddites

This weekend, after years of resistance, after taking so much pride in our luddite-ness in this one area, we joined the wireless phone masses. But we went about it in the squarest, most risk-free way possible — we bought a Tracfone. You know, this is the thing where you buy the Nokia 5125 and prepay for your minutes.

I’ve only placed one call on the thing so far, and I diligently pulled over to the side of the road (in our subdivision) to do it.

Now, if you know me (and Tim) at all, you know that we get excited about new technology. Sure, we don’t have the bucks to go out and buy everything right away, but we admire them from afar and then pounce when the price is finally right.

Another development over the past week is Tim’s scoring of a sweet IBM ThinkPad on eBay. I guess the seller listed the processing speed way lower than it actually was, and my sleuthing husband checked out the specs for the model number listed on IBM’s Web site. He ended up winning the auction for about half the price that the other auctions for the same type of laptop were going for.

So we now have more computers than we have people (including Auggie). And that’s just the ones that are currently on! We have at least one more downstairs that Tim can putter around on. And that’s not even counting all the printers…

Mommy gets a night off

Thanks to my wonderful husband, I’ve just returned from a delicious night out with a couple of other mommies from my playgroup. Without August.

Woo hoo!

We went to see My Big Fat Greek Wedding, which was pretty funny. A nice, light, airy, cheery movie with that guy who played the quirky DJ on “Northern Exposure.” (We don’t have cable, so I just remembered that he played Carrie’s fiance on “Sex in the City.”) Then we got some coffee at a local coffee shop. No big whoop. But I got to drive around, listening to my Beulah CD as loud as I wanted, singing along, not rushing. Very nice.

At the doc’s the other day, she asked if August was talking at all yet. I said that he says “Ma,” “Da,” and “bye,” but we weren’t really sure if he was saying “bye-bye” or what. (My mom contends that he is barking.) Anyway, she leaves and we’re waiting for the evil shot-administering nurse. We’re looking out the window at the parking lot below and a cab is driving away. Auggie sticks up his hand, waves and says, “bye.” Who knew? Has he done it since? Heck, no! Does Daddy believe this story? Heck, no!

So I’ve started reading this book called The Emperor of Ocean Park. I’ve heard really good things about it and I haven’t read a good thriller in a long time. So far, so good. I feel like the author is just kind of dropping little breadcrumbs of suspicion here and there. Half the time, I’m going, ‘What? Did I miss something?’ Then, within the next few chapters, I’ll be like, ‘Oh… Hm.’ I guess I’m just used to the Mary Higgins Clark-type story where you get the whole deal laid out in the first few chapters. I’m over 100 pages into this one and I still have no idea what is going on. But neither does the main character, so I don’t feel too dumb.