I’m Beautiful Like Me.

After flinching from the many, various noises from the fireworks last night, I decided it would be far more exciting to actually go outside and watch. One can better prepare herself for the bang when one sees the fuses being lit! So, I scooped up my Buddha and went outside to watch. He was terrified, the poor thing. He eyed the lights suspiciously and jumped with every pow, and then the pitiful babe would make this face of sheer terror. I had to convince T to come out and take some photos of us, ’cause she’s not terribly fond of fireworks, either. Later, I tried to leave him inside with T for a bit so I could get a break from holding him, but he wanted to go back out. Later, P brought her girls since they were rained out at her sister’s house. I picked on her a bit about George Clinton, but she was a good sport. Her girls would clap after every big mortar exploded and squeal with delight. It inspired the boy - he clapped and smiled with them, but was still very much afraid. Some pictures from the porch, before P and her girls came. He was clinging to me for dear life:

After the last sparkle fizzled, P and her girls came inside for a bit. The boy was so tired, we just skipped the bath altogether. I was tired, too, so I queued a movie in the DVD player and intended to watch Vantage Point while dozing off to sleep. That didn’t work. It’s so full of action and suspense that I was quickly engaged in the plot. The television distracted Buddha from falling asleep, too. I didn’t care, dammit. It had Edgar Ramirez in it! He’s so beautiful:

It was the best movie I’ve seen in a very long time. It had all the elements a good movie needs: action, drama, suspense, the whole whodunnit bit, a great cast and a decent ending.

Today’s been good, too. My mouse took a shit. Sweet Husband went to Best Buy to get me a new one. It’s got a tablet pad and pen, too, so I can practice drawing for iSketch! Yes, it’s lame but it pleases me. It also came with Photoshop Elements and Corel Paint and some other programs. I’ve played around in those in demos, so I know what great scores those are.

Husband has a light night at work, so he should be home pretty early. That thrills me, because the boy is really giving me a hard way to go about sleep again tonight. I sometimes wonder if he’ll be sleeping on his own by the time school starts. He’s just so different from Joy when it comes to nighttime and sleeping. I tell myself that he will be easy in ways that she’s been hard when I need a pep talk. A non-sleeping babe is about the worst thing I can think of, besides a sick, non-sleeping babe.

That said, I’m off to rock him in my arms while catching up on The First 48.

Curtesy of my new toy, my signature!