Today I drove to Beverly Hills to see a spine doctor about why my back hurts so effing much all the time. I'm positive that most of it is from being rear ended by everyone in L.A. because they're all too busy talking on their cell phones to be driving safely. But he said that the reason my hip hurts is a crappy side effect of childbirth. The Dr ( Read more... )

Did you just grab my ass?

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Last night was so great. Julian dressed up as a lion and walked around going, "RAWR RAWR!!". He looked so cute! We went trick-or-treating at about 5:00 in the neighborhood, and Jules was a total chick magnet, which meant that he got tons of candy. And you know what that really translates into. It means that I got a ton of candy, because candy ( Read more... )

Yesterday we got some good news from Wade's doctor: This thing with Wade's stomach is nothing more than a serious overgrowth of a bacteria that normally lives in the large intestine, but in some people freaks out and takes over the small intestine too, causing all the symptoms Wade has been having ( Read more... )

Poor Jules had such a hard time tonight. Wade had to go to a movie screening tonight, and Julian cried so hard for him at bedtime.

So after a few rounds of singing "Rainbow Connection" and rocking back and forth, the boy is finally down for the night.

Babies are some serious work, man.

I've decided that having a toddler is not really that different from living with a drunk, Schizophrenic midget.

Three Names You Go By ( Read more... )

Tonight, after I gave Julian a bath, we were playing in his room and I heard a knock on the door. There was a woman there to deliver flowers to me, from my mom.

I cried to her on the phone last night and told her how sad I am. And she sent me flowers today.

I have the best mom ever.

The other day while I was waiting to see a doctor to find out if my sore throat was strep (it wasn't), some creepy old dude came up to me and started talking to me the way most old dudes do since I am an old dude magnet. But he must have thought I was like 15 or something, because he looked at me and then asked if I was old enough to have a chest ( Read more... )