Don't We Love It Now?

I lost count of how many times we listened to "This is Halloween" today - i guess somewhere around the 15th re-start. I'm still not sick of it. Especially since Vivi is doing her best impressions of all the characters.

I bought the soundtrack, but... well, I miss the olden days when you purchased a soundtrack & you got the actual audio from the film. Not select tracks. So, to that end, I used garage band to split off the audio of the entire film & burned it to a disc for our driving pleasure. "This is Halloween" is so much richer with Foley! Ah! The sounds of pumpkins smashing on spikes! Lush!

A rustling sound, then from the backseat, a little voice says, "Sally is picking plants!" The sounds of clinking, "Jack is doing science. He doesn't understand!"

It's endlessly fun.

People tell me princesses and pink are inevitable & around the corner. Well then, I won't waste time dreading it, or spend energy raging against the storm. I'll just enjoy this moment in time with my daughter & our misunderstood Pumpkin King & hit repeat again. And again. And again.

Cause when you think of me... think, "football."

Lately I've been working with the very funny Jeff Sloniker on a series of sketches for "The Daily Habit" on Fuel TV.  My idea is always "Kick someone in the balls." 

Did you know that I'm the reason people can SAY balls over on G4? I fought for it.  It's important to have a legacy.


By The Way...

I er... had the baby.  In case you totally rely on this blog for all things Kristen.

It was 6 months ago today so it seems like the right time to post this. 

Vivienne Ripley Rutherford was born on September 8, 2009 at 12:43 a.m..  She weighed 7 lbs exactly and measured 19 inches.  And, yes, Ripley is from Alien. We figured if she wants to be a fancy lady she can be Vivienne Rutherford and if she wants to be - I don't know - a race car driver or something - she can be Ripley Rutherford.

I have been having the love affair of the century, so forgive me for not blooooooooooggggggggiiiiing more.

Here she is at about 3 days old:

...and here she is a couple of weeks ago:


She's totally awesome. 

You know, they tell you to sleep when the baby sleeps, but nobody tells you that what you will want to do when the baby is sleeping is STARE AT THE BABY.

Which sounds like a delightful idea! I'm off to go do that very thing.

I confess to you...

...that the other day I became "One of those people that I hate." But I really, really, really didn't mean to. You have to believe me. 

I was just kind of in my own world, floating around in my head - and I swear to you that I didn't notice that there was someone in one of the bathroom stalls.  And I totally took the stall next to them - even though the ENTIRE bathroom was empty! By the time I realized what I had done, it was too late. 

I thought about hanging around the sinks and apologizing to them when they came out of the stall -  but then it dawned on me: That is a really bad idea.  So I washed my hands as fast as I could, and got the heck out of there. 

Mystery person trying to do your business, whoever you are, I am SO sorry.

Hey - while we're on the subject of bathrooms - what do people think about automatic flushing toilets?  I'm currently loathing them. It could have something to do with the fact that, being 37 weeks pregnant, I'm like a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon floating around in the stall - and so they flush repeatedly.  I find it insulting and alarming.

All Time Number One Superstar Mom!

So we took a class at the hospital yesterday called "Infant Care."  I was amazed at how many people seem to think they're giving birth at Seattle Grace. Good LORD people! Put down the television remote and pick up a book!

But despite that, I must say that nothing - NOTHING beats the woman in our Birthing class that was not only shocked and horrified to find out that there were muscles in the anus - but was indignant when it became apparent that the rest of the class was not having the same epiphany.  "You all act like you KNEW about this!!"

Now, I always go into any kind of *class* with a bad attitude -- and then come out all pleasantly surprised when I've gleaned interesting information and learned something. 

But I think those years and years of being a nanny in NYC give me an edge - plus, you know - my natural maternal instincts.