Meanderings

Things on my mind this morning:

So on LOST, we finally know why John Locke was in a wheelchair. I couldn't believe he fell eight stories and lived, but the fact that his own father did it to him, wow. Ben gets credit for some of the funniest lines of the night: "No, we don't have a code for 'There's a man in my closet holding a gun to my daughter's head,' though clearly we should." But he also had the dumbest line of the night. How did it make Locke feel to be pushed out a window by his own father? Um, just peachy and wonderful, I'm sure! And finally, poor Jack! He never liked Locke much to begin with, and I'm guessing the fact that Locke blew up his only means of escape isn't going to do much to cement their friendship.

Next, AI. I have to say for Tuesday's performances, Stephanie really deserved to go. She killed one of my favorite songs. Of course, so did Sanjaya, but no one seems to care about that, so long as he smiles and looks cute. And, much as it pains me to say it, Haley actually deserved to return next week. And finally, it's lucky for Lulu the judges aren't allowed to critique the celebrity guests. Talk about pitchy! And Peter Noone finally corrected Simon: it's NOT a singing competition, it's a voting competition. Thank you, Peter!

Why is it that the dog would rather eat cat food, and the cat likes dog food?

The toddler is learning new words every day now. He's twenty-eight months. My oldest son was doing that at eighteen months. No wonder it seems like he's been a baby forever! It has to have been getting frustrating for him, not being able to communicate. And it still is. Lately, he's been pointing to the center of his left palm. What in the world does that mean? Any suggestions? I would say it's "Give me..." whatever he wants, but he's never done it when there was something in my hands, so I'm stumped. But he does now say: ball, puppy, no, whee, poopy, wheel, whale, hole, and (since he has older brothers) butt.

Okay, I'm done now. Have a great day!