Charles Owen Tolan, 2/27/08, 8:29pm. 8 lbs., 3 ozs.
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So we're at the OB for our last checkup and to thin the membranes. Lisa has heard that this is a painful process. The doctor starts in and Lisa isn't feeling much, at which point this conversation occurs.
Lisa: Are you doing it?Dr.: Yep! You're very ready.
Lisa: Wow I heard it was really painful!
Dr.: Well, for some women it--uhps.
Lisa: ... Did you just break my water?
Dr.: ... So let's get you to the hospital!
So. Here we are at the hospital! Wish us luck!
38 weeks and counting, Baby Vou remains an internal baby.
So in the meantime, some random Max fragments.
Tonight he was raging on something (chocolate mousse cake?) and refused to go to sleep. Eventually I got him down at 11:45pm, on the living room floor. When I picked him up to move him he said, calmly and in a steady tone (though fast asleep), "Why? I'm sleeping there."
Earlier, while watching American Idol with us, he was making up random and interesting stories about why Josiah was kicked out.
"It's because his middle name is Oscar," he assured us. As far as we know, Josiah's middle name is not Oscar.
Later he had a more dramatic reason. "He was going to have a party," he told us, "and he went to get drinks. But there was no bourbon in the pantry. There was no bourbon because his mother had drinked it all."
Good to know.
It has become a tradition at the Youngblood Sunday Brunch to open the festivities with a song by our very own Matt Schatz. Matt is renowned for his exquisite comic rhymes and his aw-shucks performance style.
EST Board member Ken Mandel became a big fan over the course of several brunches (falling in love with the lyrics "My family went agnostic 'cause/The world was full of swastikas"), so when he received a troubling diagnosis he came to Matt to co-write a song to help him deal with it.
I was just reading exit polls to Lisa while Max played with his puzzle. I think he's confused about the political process:
Daddy: It looks like Hillary is going to take New York.Max: (looks up, startled) Hillary is TAKING us?! What is she going to DO to us?!
Daddy: No, no. I just mean she's going to win the election in New York.
Max: She's TAKING the state?
Daddy: Taking just means winning, in this case.
Max: Is she taking it HOME with her?!
Mommy: No, honey, she's just getting more votes.
Max: (calmer, but still worried) Is it still attached?
Mommy: Yes, buddy. New York isn't going anywhere.
Welcome to Super Tuesday. Let me tell you how mine started.
First, I woke up three and a half hours after I went to sleep (show opened last night - huzzah!) and staggered out into the kitchen, blinking and clutching my head (wine and cheese reception and only-ate-olives-for-dinner hangover - huzzah!)
And, barely awake, I stumbled into this dialogue:
Max: Mommy, are we voting today?Mommy: Yes, buddy. Do you want to come with us?
Max: Yes. I want to vote.
Mommy: Okay. You can't vote yourself, but you can come with me.
Max: Okay. Do you know who you're voting for?
Mommy: Yes. We're voting for Obama.
Max: Daddy, you too?
Daddy: Yep.
Max: (Thinks) I'm voting for McCain.
Unbelievable. How do they find these ways to hurt you?
Of course I have a conniption like he's just unleashed a newly learned curse word. "WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?!" I holler. "WHERE DID YOU EVEN HEAR THAT NAME?!"
Sigh.