Baby Registering.


We spent yesterday with Grandma and Grandpa, registering at the two places pictured above (with free gifts!). It was fun but hard work. I guess you have to earn your gifts? :)

It’s tricky, thinking of what you might need, what you want, what you’re willing to admit that you want, what you’re willing to “let” people buy you, etc. Mama and I are generally not wild about people going all out on our behalves. Not that we’re ungrateful. You know what I mean. So we feel like there’s supposed to be some kind of balance. We’ll register for expensive diapers and glass bottles, but not a playpen and glider rocker. Etc. But, you know, we have to make sure we have everything we need. Yesterday, that meant clothes, toys and cool socks that Grandpa picked out.

Tomorrow, we visit the OB for a follow-up to the abnormality that was there last week when Mama was very sick. If you’re the praying kind, the metta kind, the positive energy kind, the luck kind — and you want to share it — that would be lovely. And you would be lovely. And I will owe you coffee, tea and homemade cookies one day.

New camera, someone else’s new computer.

I am at my family’s house in Hampden, in my old bedroom, on my Dad’s new computer.  (I’m seriously stealing this frikkin monitor when I go back home.)  After much drama, research and, well, bullshit, I have a new camera.  It’s sitting here in the tiny (and kinda over-priced) case I bought for it, charging.  Did three test black shots, and there was a weird spot in the first one.  I almost pooped.  But I took three.  And the others were fine.  Took two photos of the wife and put that baby on the charger like it told me to.  It’s tiny.  About the size of a deck of cards.  I can actually carry it around!  I didn’t check to make sure there’s no crap under the LCD, but that’s only happend to me twice (knock on wood), both with a Canon.  The same one that died twice on me.  Four of the same model (!).  And the other dead pixel one and my favorite old A60 which up and died totally, else I’d probably still use it.  With the luck I have with digital cameras, maybe I shouldn’t check?  (Kidding.)

I am going to my brother’s house for Christmas Eve, and I’m stoked that I will have a camera.  Enough eggnog in my baby brother, and I’d be a fool to miss it.

I should really post more candid photos of people on here and Flickr.  But I don’t take a whole lot.  I’m photo shy.  I used to sneak photos of people and call it a pretentious name (look it up with the search function!).

I can’t sleep and didn’t eat much for dinner because I’m pooping myself with excitement over Christmas.  I think being away from my apartment and job (and bike, poor thing) and seeing the presents I have for people is infecting me.  I wanna wrap and give and take pictures of people opening the awesome shit I got for them.

I went shopping with my Mom yesterday like I used to before I started my VISTA year.  People were nuts.  You know, proof of the existence of God might lie in the way that more people don’t either die or kill each other over the stupid things people do when they are lurking and speeding their metal cages around with them.

You might think it’s weird to spend one’s day off with one’s mother, but I don’t give a shit if anyone thinks that.  Hell, I like my parents a lot.  I have fun with them.  I feel badly for people who don’t enjoy their parents’ company, and that is at least half of the people I know.

Mrs. P. and I went shopping with my Dad tonight for a camera and other things.  When I was in college, my Dad and I used to go shopping just days before Christmas and do all of our purchasing.  I don’t think anyone really did online shopping back then.  When I was living away, Mrs. P. got to come along, which was supposed to be understood as an honor.  With the advent of online shopping and DOORBUSTERS, we’ve sorta fallen out of the tradition.  I was glad to revive it tonight, quite unexpectedly.

I have a little more shopping to do on the Avenue tomorrow, a half a block away.  And TONS of wrapping.

If you don’t hear from me before then, very happy holidays to you.  And to everyone else I love or hate.