jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

This dog is cracking me up.

Reply to this post, and I’ll tell you one or two (maybe even three) reasons why I like you.
Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love.

I wish someone were here to take a picture for stuffonmycat.com. I’m sitting cross-legged on the couch. Sam is taking up my lap and then some. On top of him is a yellow striped throw pillow and on top of the pillow is my laptop. I’m typing this with my arms pulled way up like chicken wings. But now that Fat Sam is only about 20 days from moving to his satellite location I really can’t refuse him anything. I do wish someone would bring me a glass of water, though.

I have babies on the brain this weekend, and not even my own potential babies. Dear friends had their little girl on Friday, which completes the girlie trifecta for my Atlanta friends. Now we have an Eirinn, a Lucy and a likely Harper (still TBD for sure.) I feel that Harper (if Harper it is) and Roan Atticus should have a special bond.

On a totally different note, my web editor Lily is carrying twins and was admitted to the hospital on Thursday because she was having contractions at about 24 weeks. They put her on many drugs to stop labor, but I haven’t heard how it’s going in a few days. I’ve been trying to call this afternoon but the hospital phone lines are screwed up. I admit to being a little bit apprehensive about what I might hear.

And now I will use the medical theme to make yet another transition. I went to an acupuncturist for the first time in my life on Saturday. My attitude can be best described as acupuncture is the thing in my life that I understand the least but still believe in. My doctor is absolutely lovely and I left feeling sure that I would never feed myself into the maw of western medicine again without taking eastern along too. Some elements I expected to love and did. There was a lot of conversation before any needles came out, and he took a completely holistic approach. He wanted to know how I sleep and eat and carry stress and much more. But what was unexpected and totally disarming was how affectionate and paternal he was with me. I’ve never fully registered that my doctors would only touch me when absolutely necessary and then only in the most clinical way possible. When Dr. Pai wanted to reassure me about something, he would put his hand over mine for a moment. And there was a moment when I was describing a particularly weird habit of mine. He made big eyes and I said, “Dr. Pai, I’m crazy!” and he put his hand on top of my head with a big smile and said, “I’m crazy too. It’s okay.” Love love love. And the needles were fine, hardly stung a bit — and that was mostly from apprehension. Once I adjusted they didn’t hurt a bit.

UPDATE: I just got an email (with photos — hooray!) from the new mom. Harper Noelle it is! She looks like her dad, which is fitting as she was born on his birthday. I guess he can kiss any special b-day treatment goodbye. Which, I am sure, he will be happy to do.

I was going to talk about mustard now, but I really can’t top the baby news. I’ll move on to that later.