Jack said, "I'm too tired to come upstairs to bed." So I called his bluff and started story time without him, figuring he'd drag his sorry butt upstairs once he heard all the fun and excitement. Eli and I read our usual 4 stories, I tucked him into his crib, filled up his sippy cup and looked downstairs to see Jack, fast asleep on the couch. He'd made a little bed for himself with a pillow and the throw blanket. Poor pumpkin, he wasn't kidding. It's really fun carrying a 40 pound kid upstairs when you're 37 weeks pregnant. Really, really fun.
Did I mention we went to see Igby Goes Down? Go see it. I've always really liked Claire Danes, I used to watch My So-Called Life religiously -- I just have a thing for teen angst. Anyway, she's all grown up but in a good way. Also, I just really like the name of the director: Burr Steers. That just has to be a made-up name, don't you think? Oh wait, I found him! And he looks oddly like Bill Pullman, who plays the schizophrenic dad in Igby. Kinda cute, actually. Gore Vidal's nephew, too. Ya learn something new every day.