End of Summer

Okay so summer ended some time ago... we're running alittle behind around here. however, just 3 weeks ago richardson, texas hit 90 for the last time (fingers crossed) this year... jackson and i had a pool party and then said a sad farewell to mentioned pool. the little pool in the back yard was a dear and gracious friend to us this summer... he will be greatly missed. not too greatly though because he's been replaced by a killer cozy coupe... awesome.

Welcome.

The story goes...

Moses Andrew Robertson was born Sunday, September 7th. I went into labor at 35 weeks and Jesse and I headed to the birth center at 9:15... at 10:15 it was determined that I could not deliver there due to the fact I wasn't yet 36 weeks AND the little man was breech... and at 11:29 Moses was born across the street at Baylor hospital.

Goodbye serene, comfy, cushy, birth center with your plush four post bed, selected ipod soundtrack, low lighting, memories of the birth of our first son, and the intimate ease of just my husband, midwife and doula cheering and encouraging me along... HELLO operating room. Yep, operating room... complete with the thin strap of a hard table, stadium lighting, a staff of about 12, and my husband head to toe in scrubs and a plastic eye sheild (dressed as if I might at any moment spew something toxic at him). It was entirely overwhelming, everyone was rushing, the lights were really bright...

I was told I could not deliver in a regular delivery room because the baby was breech and there was the possibility of an emergency C-section (at which time I would have been immediately drugged unconscious). Alas... there was no unconsciousness... we had a 'natural' birth amid wildly unnatural circumstances. Moses came out backwards inch by tiny inch. Oh, I was there, I remember all 19 of those inches... but it went fast. Fifteen minutes I think. The most painful part was he was taken away from me shortly after the birth for over two hours. Moses spent 48 hours in the NICU under observation and we spent a total of 4 nights and 5 days in the hospital. I didn't like it, not one bit. But praise be we are both happy, healthy and feelin' good.

We think this little man is destined to be a warrior... as my magnificant husband stated "the first thing this baby decided to show the world was his ass and balls."
I think its a telling commentary.

We came home Friday evening and are enjoying our newly expanded family. Big brother Jackson is very gentle and interested in the little guy. He's also been sick with a fever spiking to 102 all weekend (complete with nasty snotty nose), broke out in a rash today, and has about 30 ants bites on his right leg.

We're surviving.

8-8-08 LAUNCH!!!! Houston, We Have Genocide!

For those of you who still frequent this blog (both of you), I thought you might like to be privy to some extremely thrilling news. In conjunction with the (sic) joke that is the Beijing Games, the Hamster and I have launched the glorious:

http://thegoldeneight.wordpress.com

A discussion on all things Beijing while Beijing is the thing!

GO! READ! JOIN IN!

Badaboom Badabing Beijing!!!!!

A Short Genius

(Though Short On Hope) Another Dead Genius

Rock The Vote To Sleep

This morning, over eggs with THIS, I read THIS. It got me REAL steamed and I (again) jumped with both feet into THIS. But then I read THIS, and started to once again believe that, as my friend Pepe is prone to say, when it really comes down to it, the Great American Political Pastime is really just the same guy in a different THIS.

So now I'm back to THIS.

Drinks on me.

And now, an off-topic before and after montage:

Lakers-Celtics: Danielson Takes Game One

The NBA/ABC/ESPN machine has managed to get me pretty stoked about this year's finals. It all started here for me:

Actually, it probaly started here:

How historically white are the Celtics that the NBA's first hip-hop ad stars two white guys? How white are the Celtics currently? o% white. Only NBA active roster with no white or European players.

Now, I could care less, except that Paul Pierce's 'tweaked knee-carried to the locker room by teamates-only to return triumphantly and lead my team to victory'-performance last night was wildly reminiscant of, that's right, yet another certain white guy:

Who will be the hero of game two?