1) Crash. Fantastic movie. Definitely in Oscar line-up, in my opinion. It was nominated for a couple Golden Globes. I feel like I need to watch it again. My brother even said it was better the second time through. If you haven't seen it and are in the mood for an extremely well-done, albeit pretty heavy, movie, then head to Blockbuster and pick it up.
2) I spent much of my day sorting, washing, drying, folding, and putting away a bunch of baby clothes we have received as hand-me-downs. As I was filling up dressers and shelves with onesies and sleepers, a funny thought crossed my mind. Baby clothes are sized according to age. For instance, they are generally 0-3 months, 3-6 months, 6-9 months, and so on. Wouldn't it be weird if adult clothes were the same way? "Hi, I'm Erin, and I wear a size 25 years." And just like some babies are wearing 12-month clothes at 8 months, many adults would be wearing clothes outside their age range. "Yeah, I'm in 37-year clothes right now, but my goal is to be in a 32-year by summer."
3) The arrival of a changing table on Wednesday and a dresser this morning means that Jackson's room is officially complete! And adorable, I might add. So he can come any day now. Except that he'd only be about 4 pounds right now. That wouldn't be good. His lungs need some more cooking time. The cats are still pretty sure this is all for them. In fact, the bassinet in our bedroom has clearly become Ruby's favorite bedtime spot. We've got a cat hair-filled lint remover to prove it. And they are still absurdly fascinated with the mobile in the crib. Oh, cats, you have no idea how your world will change in a mere 7 weeks.
Then again, neither do I!