The Child is Here!

Finnian has made his long-awaited arrival!!! Hip-hip-hooray!

He was born last night (Sunday, March 28), at 6:19. He was 7lbs 6oz, and was 20" long. A real tiny thing. :-) I mean, not so much, but he sure seems tiny! The last baby in our house was Fisher, and he was huge! He's got long reddish-blond hair and his eyes seem to be blue. You never know if they will stay that way, but it seems likely.

Him and Mamma came home today, around 6. I got to hold Finn for the first time, as we weren't allowed in the hospital, because of H1N1 lockdown. :/ Grrrr. Anyway, I held him when they got home, and he is absolutely the most perfect little thing ever!

I am so glad to have him. :-)

Kidnappings, and Shankings, and Boredom.

I am terribly bored right now. Which is terrible. I absolutely despise being bored.

My mind wanders to very odd places when I become bored. And I start wishing that someone would try to kidnap me so I can shank them, and other peculiar things of that sort. Morbid things. Things that one should probably not think.

Or I begin to think of covetous things, like I wish I had a car. Or a driver's license, at least. Or a job. Or a trip to the mall. Hmmmm...

I have officially come to the conclusion that boredom is a very unhealthy state of mind. I must do my best to escape this trap.

Joyous News.

I just realized that I never shared my wonderfully exciting news with the world of Blogger. Which is... I recieved a letter on Monday from the grand cosmetology school, and they accepted my application and I am allowed to participate in the test, which is taking place this Saturday! That is to say, tomorrow. Isn't this positively joyous news?! I want to run through the streets shouting, "hurrah, hurrah!" at the top of my lungs, but I don't think the neighbors would appreciate that very greatly.

Neverland.

Why does everyone have to grow up?

I think growing up is a horrid thing.

I think we all should move to Neverland, where we never have to grow up and do grown up things.

(Of course, this is only a "phase," as grown-ups call it. I am quite sure that probably by tomorrow I shall wish to be grown up again.)

But for now, I'm going to make believe that I'm in my own Neverland.

I'm never growing up!

Reunion.

Edward and Martin are planning a reunion for tonight.





This way, if everything goes according to plan, Edward and Martin will be reunited this very night.





Planning a reunion is a great way to reunite two people, such as Edward and Martin.





Edward and Martin are eagerly anticipating being reunited at the planned reunion.





By this time, my talk of reunions and reuniting of Edwards and Martins and plannings has probably brought you to one of two things :





1 : tears of frustration and/or confusion, OR





2 : laughter. Just laughter. OR





3 : you may be shaking your head in puzzlement at my stupidity and idiocracy.






I'm just guessing, but I would guess that the majority of you are participating in that third action that I listed.





Maybe not. Maybe you are participating in the first one, or the second one. After all, they are options. Valid options.





Oh, never mind.

Innocence Again.

INNOCENCE AGAIN – switchfoot

do you remember when you were way back then?
you held the world inside your hands.
when you told me love was the strongest stuff.
your strength was innocence.

but, oh man, the signs of the time are omens.
you're starting the day in no man's land again.

who are you gonna be?
when you're on your knees, who do you believe?
fear is lonely, man.
you've been given innocence.
you've been given innocence again.

you should know by now that the darkest hour is when your broken heart goes down.
it's a bitter end, when the sweet begins.
grace is sufficiency.

but, oh dear, we'll never deserve it.
no dear, we never could earn it.
now, here the choice is yours.

who are you gonna be?
when you're on your knees, who do you believe?
fear is lonely, man.
you've been given innocence.
you've been given innocence again.

grace is high and low.
grace is high and low.
grace is high and low.
we'll never be the same.

A Note to Finnian.

Mister Finnian has yet to make his long-awaited arrival. I have grown quite tired of waiting.

Though he seems to prefer taking his own sweet time, it is my opinion that he has deprived the world of himself fully long enough, and should quit being such an unobliging young fellow instantly and make his appearance soonly. I should rather like to see him, and any time this weekend would be positively ideal.

Finn, if you are reading this, then - oh, wait. Nevermind...