Mommy brain

Prior to Momma J and I bringing home the little fella, I remember conversations about how I thought the concept of mommy brain was something that women who spent too much time with their children just talked about.

Now, after pulling three frozen beer from the freezer, I think I’m starting to think there is some merit to this concept.

After spending ten wonderful minutes chatting after dinner while the little guy slept in his magic vibrating chair, I was feeling like our lives may be returning to some sort of normalcy.

When he woke up, I promptly bathed him and then gave him to Momma J for his pre-bedtime fix of boob juice. I then moved into the kitchen to fix his supplemental bottle of formula.

While doing this, I decided to open the freezer for some reason, and was completely surprised to find three bottles of completely frozen beer there. When I asked Momma J why they were there, she said she put two in to cool down for dinner and had forgot about them.

The really funny part of the story is that she tried to blame me for putting the third beer in the freezer. Having not been home all day, and being a guy who drinks any beer that has been put in the freezer for a quick cool down, we both knew this was impossible.

In the end, we both laughed and wrote if off to forgetfulness, but I think we’re both starting to believe she not herself these days.

Christmas fun

I wonder what the founders of the Internet think when they see stuff like this.

I’m sure it never crossed their mind that people would use it to stick their newborn’s face on a dancing elf. Nor did they think it would become a tool for sharing nasty up-skirt photos of Britney and friends.

Nevertheless, the little guy wishes everyone a happy holidays.

Back to work

Holidays are over and so is my cold.

The past few days have been spent watching TV and drinking lemon tea to boost my immune system. Luckily the little fella is still not showing signs of a cold. Unfortunately his mom is coming down with something, so I may be speaking too soon.

During my convalescence, I watched the entire first season of the HBO series Deadwood. I hadn’t heard about it before, and I was quite impressed by the production quality, acting and writing. Westerns cost big money, so it is pretty amazing HBO keeps this show going.

I recommend it to anyone looking to spend a few days on the couch doing nothing. The only problem with the show is the swearing. If you have a young child who is beginning to acquire language it would be best to put them to bed before watching any of the shows.

The little fella was watching some of it with me, and I began to worry his first word would be cocksucker. If this is the case, I probably won’t be able to blame the show considering this is one of my favourite cuss words. I tend to use it a lot when I’m driving around town in the crummy traffic these days.

I’m now addicted to Firefly, another series that our pop culture guru friend lent Momma J to watch during her time at home with the little guy. It’s no Deadwood, but I’m weak when it comes to these things.