Observations

I only ever check the mail early in the day on federal holidays. It's uncanny. And frustrating.

I've been trying for nearly five days to remember my favorite romantic comedy. All I have so far is a vague memory of knowing this a few years ago and that it most likely had Hugh Grant in it, or Julia Roberts, but oddly I somehow remember that it pre-dates (and therefore is not) Notting Hill.

The above is proof that: (1) My mind is slowly going. (2) I tend to fixate on especially inconsequential things--like my favorites give some insight into "who" I am or something.

I really like the new Idol judge, and I, along with most of America it seems, re-he-heally dislike Tatiana.

Speaking of reality shows, I'm pretty sure I'll tune in to Survivor this year (after a few years' hiatus) because I got sucked into the season premiere. I like the sergeant who recently returned from Afganistan; he's one to watch, I think.

Since I'm on a TV kick, I still watch Psych (love, LOVE this show), Scrubs, How I Met Your Mother (legen-wait for it-dary!), and Monk. I don't watch Grey's Anatomy anymore but only because I lost interest during the writer's strike and don't have the time to get back into it. I don't follow Lost these days either; I was never as committed as most who watch it and I don't do well to go years without understanding one.single.thing. about WHATTHEHECK is going on!! I let Heroes go by the wayside for both of the above reasons as well.

By default, I also (and almost exclusively) catch nearly everything Noggin offers at one time or another during the week as well as a lot of PBS kids and early-in-the-day Nick programming thrown in there too.

We've just canceled our subscription to digital cable and must now say goodbye to the aforementioned Noggin. I'm not sad. Not sure how to break the news to Jackson, though. He just might notice, unlike the painless phasing out of Sprout that occurred last summer.

I've become very intolerant of winter. I don't like being cold. I need more sunshine than that. And the kids have GOTTA get outside on a regular basis (for my sanity and theirs) without freezing their patooties off (and mine) in the process. Spring can't come soon enough.

I've started treating Cooper like a "big boy" now that I have another baby in the house. I guess I wasn't ready for him to not be My Baby until I had someone else to fill that role. Uh oh. I'm gonna need to work on that. . . :)

The boys have a drop-off playdate this morning (as in, I take them and leave them, only to return for them in a few hours. It is MAGICAL. So excited!), so I better be about the business of getting everyone ready.

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