Thursday, April 21, 2005

How much longer?

I think I'm going to have morning sickness for the rest of my life. Seriously, I'm ready for this crap to be done with. I'm over 14 weeks now so any day would be good.

Joseph has been working on a plan all day to try to get into the Scooby Doo world. He has tried leaning against the tv, closing his eyes and singing the Scooby Doo theme song and laying on the couch with his Scooby Doo books covering him. He told me I won't have to miss him because I can watch him on tv every day.


Anonymous said...

I don't mean to state the obvious, but Joseph brings new meaning to the word "weird". But let me know if it works. Because I will be all over that.

Eliza said...

Awesome. My sister wanted to marry Scooby-Doo when she was little. She sometimes insisted on eating under the table because she wanted to be a dog, too. We went to Hanna-Barbera Land (or whatever that amusment park in Ontario is called with all the cartoon characters and mad Scooby stuff), and I had to get her on the Scooby Doo on the merry-go-around and she was so happy when she got to (um) ride Scooby that I didn't even care that, once I got her settled, there were no good characters left and I had to sit in some stupid whale that didn't even go up and down, even though I was only eight and probably should have.

But eventually she grew away from Scooby and now she has a real-boy fiance and owns a house, and so probably won't marry Scooby unless she wants to be a bigamist, and, damn, we're old. Maybe if she'd figured out how to get into the television, things would have been different.

Also: congratulations! Yay, new baby. (I found this through TWoP. I was Kelizascop there, hanging with you in the SO thread, until I got banned for I-still-don't-even-know-why-with-no-former-warnings).

Anonymous said...

Somehow this kind of reminds me of a Twilight Zone episode. I'm not sure I could have come up with those rituals. I suppose it says something about his imagination.