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Hey Jakey,

You are a freakin' crack-up! So, you love the movie "Napoleon Dynamite." I don't know why. It's on cable all the time, and you always manage to find it. You used to be entranced by Napoleon's big dance scene.

Now you actually dance Napoleon's big dance scene. Right before the scene even starts, you've got your hands in your pockets and you're swaying back and forth. Okay, so you don't have the whole routine down move-for-move, but you hit every highlight. The quasi-moonwalking, windmill arms, falling to your knees.

And get this, you do Summer's dance scene too, complete with sign language, jazz hands and a big finish.

I don't know when exactly you were practicing, but you sprang (sprung? sprought?) this on your daddy and me a couple nights ago, and we couldn't stop laughing at you. Also couldn't stop rewinding Tivo and making you do it all over again.

Speaking of Tivo, here's me and your daddy's blonde moment of the week:

Daddy bought a new Tivo for the TV in the bedroom. The TV, the Tivo, the DVD player -- everything -- is housed in a fancy armoire. Now, the new Tivo's front panel lights up and casts a powerful non-stop glow that lights up the entire room at night. Very annoying. You sit there and stare at it when I try and get you to sleep. I myself find it hard to doze off in its glare. I had your daddy online trying to find a techie board with advice on how to disable the light. I hung a magazine over the top of the machine to block it out. I imagined sewing together a more permanent solution out of leftover antique linen hankies and buttons. This went on for about a month. Oh, did I mention that everything is stored in an... armoire? An armoire with doors? I accidentally bumped into one of the doors a few nights ago on my way to the bathroom, the door swung shut, and VOILA... the bedroom went completely dark. Your daddy and I have been ribbing each other about this and shaking our heads in wonderment for days now. We're so THTOOPID!

You've been under the weather the past couple of days. Only four days at school so far, and you've already come home with a bug. You've been feverish and grumpy, and you may have a sore throat.

You were a bit better today, but still not 100%. Incidentally, or coincidentally, you were a little angel to be around today. No tantrums, no manic mess-making, no fighting with you over silly things.

Actually, though, I think you and your baby sister had your first fight early this morning...

When you woke up this morning, you felt like crap. Daddy gave you some Tylenol, and I stayed in bed with you to try and get you back to sleep, rocking and shushing and just generally trying to get you to quit sobbing. I finally laid down flat on my back (excruciating when pregnant) with you sprawled out on top of me, sobbing and snuffling and moaning and groaning into my abdomen.

This apparently woke your sister up, and she began violently kicking up at you. So I've got you squirming on my belly, her squirming in my belly, and both of you pressing firmly downward on my vena cava... I just wanted to heave you both across the room and wretch.



All the rest of the day, you were snuggles and sunshine and naps. The perfect child. I paddled around in the baby pool today, my belly bumping along the bottom, and you played quietly beside me in the grass, occasionally babbling softly to me, or spraying me with the hose, or going inside for a few to watch "I Love the'70s" on VH1. The day only got better when daddy came home with a Hazelnut Moo-Latte (large!) for me, and a Dilly Bar for you.

Now, I wouldn't wish illness on ANYONE, much less my own son, but when a bug turns you into a dream baby that doesn't talk back, doesn't throw his lunch on the floor cuz he doesn't like it, and who crawls into bed by himself three times in an afternoon to take hour-long naps... sigh. It's just a well-deserved respite in the exciting whirlwind of a storm that is YOU, dear heart.

Anyway, love you, and as much as it doesn't sound like I do... I really do hope you feel right as rain tomorrow.