A month, huh? Who'd have thought? Now that we've finally figured out IDVD, movie-making has taken precedence over blogging; a few of you might be getting something in the mail soon. The dada's also put together a fairly complete slideshow, so now we'll have some memoriable that's a bit more polished, and, ahem, up-to-date, than my sorry excuse for a blog. Ah, well.

In other news, Reed's truck/Caterpillar obsessions continues toward its pinnacle (though to be honest, I don't see that in sight. I think he might never outgrow this). Today, as we speak, he's at Grandma and Grandpa's playing with his new remote control excavator (one of his favorites, if not THE machinery of the month). A remote-controlled piece of machinery for an 18-month-old. While a bit frustrated with it, he seemed to be handling it fairly competently when I escaped for a few precious hours of alone time. Last weekend, on the one drizzly day the parched, barren landscape we call home offered, I took Reed "hunting" for excavators -- not plastic remote-control-operated fascimiles, but real, live, heavy yellow machinery. Did we find it, you ask? Have you been out here, to French Valley? Land of unfinished stripmalls and half-graded landscapes?
There's a big one right up the street on Auld and a very small one a few more streets to the west, one parked so close to the road that, were it not for the rain, would have easily been accessed. Did I ever imagine I'd be devoting a good part of every day to something monster-truck or machinery related? And could I imagine not doing so at this point. Reed continues to inquire as to when we might go "eggagator huntin" again. I don't know, sweetheart, but soon. Soon.

In the meantime, a new monster truck shirt and "vehicle" sticker books are subbing for live experience with the backhoe and the bulldozer. Were our DVD player not shot, he'd probably be watching "truck movie" -- a performance-based ode to all of Caterpillar's different machines, in action. This beauty came with some truck book or another. Did I mention I'm glad the DVD player's broken? Not sure I'm going to get that fixed . . .

I'm off soon. Reed's beloved Shelly is coming over so we can watch Twilight. While he won't get to pal around with her, I will. It's good to have someone to indulge my vampiric nonsense with and even better to have such a good friend, one who's willing to spend time with and watch our son when his mama simply has to go to work in the afternoon rather than waiting for evening. Mama's about to get a whole lot busier with work, if that's even possible, so here's to blogging in, what, 2010? I'll leave you with this and Reed, with buckets full of love and . . . amusement. You're a real kick in the pants, as they say. . .