Yeah! Aidan's walking on his own! He walks like Frankenstein and thinks it's a fun game, but not really a way to get around. But he will take up to about 20 steps on his own, provided we're watching and ready to applaud. I was worried we were going to have to send him to kindergarten with his little push toy, which is the only way he'd walk up until now. He's 15 months today. And, to top things off, he saw Santa, sat on his lap and smiled! OK, he cried at first, but then when I crouched down and said, "I'm gonna come give you kisses!" he grinned as you see. He's a sucker for the kisses. Tonight we went to the Old Spaghetti Factory with sister Robin, her DH Steve, and their kids Kyle and Arianna. I thought Aidan was particularly attached to me lately, but imagine my surprise when I look over and he's giving the same, lick-your-chin/kiss he gives to me to Robin! Hmph! He's just such a little lovebug. Greg was describing my blog to them and said I had a "surly, but in a nice way" tone. Surly? Me? I always imagine a short little "Danny DeVito as Louie in Taxi" kinda guy when I hear surly. Sarcastic, maybe. Sardonic, hopefully. But surly? I'm going to have to start growing out my eyebrows nice and bushy so I can fit the part.

Hola! Hopefully this will be my space for learning web editing, writing and getting some "me" time. I'm a psychotherapist and a mother, so lots of my energy goes to others. I'm in danger of becoming one of those women whose major topic of conversation is whatever was on Oprah or Dr. Phil, so I hope it's not too late to save myself.

My current favorite blog is Jenny's Blog. I like to fantasize that I have time to do all the stuff she does. I also just think the site's really cute. Speaking of cute, my one-year-old son, Aidan is adorable. I know it's true because other people have told me. There are more photos here.





This is the biohazard posting currently in the doorway of bedroom. We had asbestos removed from our attic in anticipation of our new furnace. After they remove it, they test the air and will give us the results tomorrow. If they find any asbestos in the sample, they have to come out and vacuum again. I feel like we're in that scene in ET where ET's sick and the house is quarantined. We can get into the bedroom, it just looks like there's a plastic shower stall attached to the closet.

By the way, the title of this blog comes from a BNL song on a rockin' kid's CD Aidan and I listen to. Got it for $3.50 used at Amoeba. Verrry exciting. I'm bummed, though, because we're going to miss them when they come to Berkeley. They just went on sale on Sunday and are already sold out. As luck would have it, they'll be in Portland during Thanksgiving. And, of course, it's not our year to be in Portland for Thanksgiving. Grrrr.

Well, I think I've done pretty well tonight, what with posting photos and links and so on. Not exactly anything a 5th grader couldn't do, but it's a start. Maybe tomorrow I'll have time to add a scrolling marquee. Or one of those cascade things that follows your cursor around with moving stars or hearts or something. Just kidding - I hate those.