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Two quick things for today:

Thing the first: JB recently got a Macbook, after years (YEARS) of kvetching about how superior PCs were, and now of course he’s in love with having a laptop that actually, you know, works. One of the nicest things about us both having computers that don’t suck is that we can easily do videochats without the million and one technical problems that always came up before. So I got to chat with Riley last night and receive video kisses, which was awesome.

Thing the second: I made a little movie to commemorate Riley turning three years old. Which, uh, happened in August, but I figure as long as I got it done before the end of 2008 I still get the medal.

What? There’s no medal? Well, fuck. Here it is anyway:

Riley: 3 years from Linda Lee on Vimeo.

Made in iMovie, and featuring the saptastic tunes of Ben Folds (“The Luckiest”).

I had just given Dylan a bath earlier tonight and dressed him in his pajamas and I set him down for one minute while I got into my sweatpants and he barfed an enormous Lake Eerie of creamed corn all over himself.

I got him cleaned up and ready for bed — he’d been spending the better part of an hour yawning and rubbing his eyes — and as soon as I got him situated in his crib with the lights off and the white noise machine on he started screaming. And screaming. I went in, I came out, I went in. He finally quieted but I am watching him on the monitor and he’s got that gritchy sort of unrestful look to him that tells me there will be more screaming to come, OH YES THERE WILL.

This, after an entire night of going in every two hours to see what in HELL his problem was, even bringing him to bed with me at one point (where he thrashed, howled, and kicked me like a jackrabbit); after a full day of being unable to put him down without loud complaints. I’m tired and cranky and this isn’t the entry I planned on writing but, well, here is the open text document, here is what my fingers are typing.

We had good moments today — a stroller-walk around the neighborhood, a leisurely browse through a church holiday bazaar — but man, it’s hard doing this by myself. It’s unexpectedly hard not to have a chattering toddler nearby, as chaotic and frustrating as that can be; it’s hard not having JB around. I’m lonely and there’s no one to complain to.

Well, except you. Aren’t you lucky?

So! Let’s talk about something cheery, okay? I need some ideas for homemade type holiday gifts that even craft-deficient dumbasses like myself can handle. Any suggestions?

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