Birthday, Belarus, and Cable TV

Cliff's 28th B-Day was the 17th. He got a tie, a book, and his favorite birthday cake. He says it was a perfect birthday.

Beautiful Isaac is 11 weeks old! He now can get his fist in his mouth, blow bubbles, smile, and lock his little knees so he supports his own weight (or resist a diaper change). Our baby books say he is supposed to love baths, but he doesn't. He spends the whole time eyeing me suspiciously as if to say, where are all my clothes, lady? He is such a little personality, and we love him so dearly for it. What would life be like without him?

Cliff stayed home with us last Tuesday to watch the inauguration. To this end, he called the cable company since our "free" tv signal ran out three months ago. I forget that we now have TV until I see the humongous remote control, at which point I think--oh yeah. Maybe I should watch something? But its hard to get into it again.

I've started watching "The View" because it coincides with Isaac's nursing time. What a gem. Who doesn't love watching Barbra Walters and Whoopie Goldberg ask stupid questions to Rod Blagojevich?

Wanting to take advantage of our insurance's yearly allowance, I got some new glasses. I don't see very well with them and am thinking perhaps I screwed up answering their "which is better, 1 or 2."

Cliff found out yesterday he has to be in Minsk on Monday. We panicked (via email) because Sunday is Isaac's blessing at 11am and family is flying here. Those with whom I chatted in the weeks leading up to Isaac's delivery may remember Cliff's Belarusian client initially wanted him there on approximately on my due date. We looked into retaining a labor Douala, just in case, and making other arrangements.

A couple weeks later, one of the partners on the Belarus case said she would see to it Cliff wouldn't have to go until after Isaac was born because she didn't want to be responsible for our divorce. (Very cool, i want to meet her). Not having him home next weeks seems manageable in comparison. I'm afraid Isaac and I will get bored of each other by Tuesday. If only the weather were a bit nicer.

Not much else exciting here. When Isaac cries in the night, i usually jump out of bed on auto pilot. However, there have been a couple nights I will find he is sleeping peacefully. Where are the shrieks coming from? I think its our downstairs neighbors, Cliff thinks its our next door neighbors, who have very noisy intimate encounters. So much for being able to distinguish Isaac's cries.