Monday, September 20, 2010

My Daddy Taught Me Good

After putting off going to the eye doctor for three years, I finally got my eyes checked and it turns out that my right eye corrected itself to almost perfect vision which is why I've been feeling all jacked up, seeing-wise. I didn't know that was possible. Pregnancy, is there any bodily mechanism it doesn't fuck with? Still I needed a new prescription, and they couldn't put new lenses in my old frames so I have new glasses that I don't like. I liked them at the store, but now that I have them I have reservations. I miss my old glasses. That reminds me of one of my all-time favorite Homer-and-Marge exchanges on The Simpsons from the "Bart's Girlfriend" episode:

Marge: Have you noticed something different about Bart?
Homer: New glasses?
Marge: No. He just seems disturbed lately.
Homer: Probably misses his old glasses.

Did you know that one of my life's ambitions is to be a comedy writer? If you didn't, now you do. The subtle brilliance contained in just four lines is so inspiring to me, and keeps me loyal to that show even when it's not especially sharp.

Anyway. This past couple of days went rather fast, no? HR was a joy as always. Even when he wakes up at 6 a.m. (which happened only one morning and it was this one) and proceeds to have an apocalyptic blowout from which no surface, body part or piece of clothing is safe, he's still the best part of my day. We got outside a lot, adventuring around the city. He can't get enough of rubbernecking now that he's able to face out in the carrier. He's the nosiest baby, most content when he's watching the world go by and occasionally communicating with his environs with delighted, high-pitched gibberish. Some friends came over last night and we grabbed some takeout dinner and played "pass the infant" before he had to go to bed and Mike had to go to work and it was a lovely way to put a cap on the weekend.

Now it's Monday and I have no choice but to be OK with that. If you're not OK with it, try watching this amazing clip (courtesy of my brother) and see if it doesn't turn your whole day around. I will caution you that you'll be singing "backin' up backin' up" for the next year.


  1. I love you for sharing that video.

  2. Your brother is having some real issues getting past this video. Haha. I've been watching it on pretty much a continual basis since it was bestowed upon us.

    I'm singing it as I type this.

  3. Oh, thank you. I was having a crap day and that made me laugh so hard I'm crying.