Pontificum Scriblerus

How I Met Your Mother is actually a great show. It's funny because technically, the guys on that show are older than Friends were when they started, and yet, when I watch Friends, I still see them as sophisticated grownups living in New York, and when I watch How I Met Your Mother, I totally relate and see them as peers... Frames of reference change, I suppose. The thing common to both (other than the whole young singles/couples living in NYC and hanging out at the same watering hole day after day thing) is that they have great quotables. My Gmail status has said "Miss Chnandler Bong" on it for a week, and I consistently repeat to myself: "You've been Bamboozled! You're gonna be a terrible mother!!" How I Met Your Mother had a great quotable concept last week: "The Graduation Goggles." That's like when you hate summer camp (or high school, an example used in the show), you wish for the entire 8 weeks that you could just go home, but tha...

Can't think of a goshdarn thing to write about... Except this, which I've been thinking about literally every single night because it's so funny. So, Munchkin, like, HATES getting dressed and undressed. I mean, you would think I was torturing him, the way he wails when I am putting on his little onesies, or whatnot, each morning. The same thing happens every night when I put on his footie pajamas. And the absolute pitiful show he puts on when I try to decorate his head with any kind of head-dress? Securing the velcro under his chin is just absolutely contraindicated! Let me tell you, it's not just some softie protests; the kid sobs with tears, turns red in the face and everything. Booohoohoohoo... And I ask myself: why do babies hate getting dressed? Then I remember. Very vaguely. But definitely present somewhere in the recesses of my memory. Someone dressing me. And the absolute horrible feeling of having a shirt upside down on your head with the buttons pressi...