I eavesdrop. There I said it. I eavesdrop. Tonight at supper I was listening in on the conversation the couple in the booth behind me were having. He was explaining he could get her a better job at the J.C.Pen.ny’s where he worked. It would pay her $12 an hour versus the $8 she is currently making. She politely thanked him and expressed what seemed like sincere interest went on to explain that her car uses a ton of gas and she can’t afford to commute any further than she is already. I just about dropped my fork. They were talking about adding a grand total of about 20 miles to her daily commute. David pointed out that once you figure in taxes and gas she wouldn’t really come out that much ahead.

I realize the current government is thinking things look great, but I think we might be in a little deeper than they imagine. We paid $4.09 for gas this weekend. I took pictures because it’s the first time we’ve ever broke the four-dollar mark:

We had lunch with my dad today. He is getting on a sailboat tomorrow and spending the next six-weeks sailing to Mexico. Tough life. Anyway, he wanted to say good-bye to Nathan so we had lunch. Later he called and raved about how smart is Nathan. How observant is he. How he seems so alert and interested in everything and everyone. I just listened and followed up with, “Yeah, but I gotta go because right now he is eating his ‘Good Night Moon’ book.” For every spark of brilliance he brings us right back down to earth with something like trying to ingest a book.

Oh and no he isn’t crawling yet. And I know it is important that he learn how to crawl. I promise we won’t send him off to college either still nursing or without the ability to crawl. So stop asking when I’m going to wean or when he is going to crawl. Have we met? Have you met my child? The answer is “when he is ready and a not a moment before.”

And so I don’t end this all angst-y: We got a Dyson. I want to marry it. Seriously