God said something to the extent of “thall shalt not covet”, right? Drat. Too late.

me: Laura let me play with her iPhone this morning.
me: now I covet. dammit.
Kate: think of the monthly charges!
me: I know.
me: forget the monthly charges, think of the up-front charges. doesn’t stop me from coveting.

Laura did let me play with her brand-spanking new iPhone this morning, and boy is it nice. If I had several hundred dollars to burn and nothing better to do with it (like feed my family), I’d totally pick one up. Kate is right, though. It’s the monthly service fees that are killer. Starting at $60/mo. That’s like twice what I pay now. Kate and I share a cell phone. That means my fictitious iPhone would spend all day in the diaper bag and/or Kate’s purse. Doesn’t that defeat the point? Kate probably wouldn’t mind, though.

Still, from my 15 minute trial run, I have to say it is certainly the sexiest cell phone I’ve ever laid hands on. Apple knows user interface design. Damn.

Kate: Simon, if you had a little sister, what should we name her?
Simon: Albert!

And for all of you who are totally going to read into this, KATE IS NOT PREGNANT.

Technically this was overheard OUTSIDE my house (I was out there watering plants), but whatever.

Random Kid Passing By: Hey
Me: Hey, how’s it going?
RKPB: Good.
–pause–
RKPB: Do you like Star Wars?
Me: Umm… Yeah, I suppose I do.
RKPB: Cool.
–pause–
RKPB: You know, you kind of look like Obi Wan.
Me: *chuckles* Heh. Thanks.
RKPB: No problem.

Now if only I could learn to use the force to suppress the weeds.

Last night, after Simon fell asleep, Kate was enjoying the sounds of sleeping baby on the monitor while she was sewing.

Kate:I’ve been downstairs listening to Simon fart in his sleep.
Me: Really?
Kate: Yeah. It sounds like this:THHHHBBBBPPPPTTTT.

Simon is at that age where the developmental changes are coming fast and furiously. Every day it seems that some other little connection in his brain is being made and he’s putting together something that he hasn’t previously known how to do or say.

When I came home from work yesterday, Kate was very eager for him to show off his latest word – potato. He says ‘tato. It’s very cute. Quite possibly the cutest word that any baby anywhere has ever uttered. I am in no way exaggerating, it really is THAT CUTE. Tomorrow I’ll have to break out the camera and see if I can get it on video to share the cuteness with the Internet so you can all see how completely unbiased I am. Seriously.

The other piece of Simon cuteness this week was at bath time yesterday. He had made it clear to me earlier in the evening that he was very, very excited about his bath.

“Dath, dath,” he says.”Yes, that is a bath,” I reply “but right now it’s time to eat dinner. Come downstairs with me and we’ll eat and THEN you can have your bath.” (I pick him up to take him downstairs).

“WAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”

This protesting didn’t last to long and dinner was delicious, but relatively uneventful. After dinner, Kate took Simon back upstairs and began to run his bath. I hear a cry of protest and then a shout – “Pat, come look at what your son has done.” I entered to find this scene:

Not your typical bath time blackmail photo, huh? But there’s no doubt we’ll be showing this one to some girlfriend in the future.

I was doing the dishes last night, thinking about what I was going to put in my lunch for the next day. Kate and I had a conversation that went like this.

Me: Is there any chicken salad left?
Kate: No, and if there was, it would be a week old!
Me: Okay. Hey, wait. You put chicken salad in my lunch yesterday!
Kate: Well it was only six days old then.

It’s a fine line between lunch and food poisoning. . .