Oh yeah, watched "South Park" tonight.

Immigrants were coming from the future to get jobs in present day, so these communities of rednecks and currently unemployed men were getting together to have gay sex so that they could not have children - thus ensuring there would be no future for the immigrants to come from.

In one shot, there was a big old pile of men engaging in anti-immigrant behavior.

My jaw still hangs in disbelief that was on Comedy Central.

Funny though.

As Alex is making his usual sounds in the backseat, it suddenly came into my head - it's generally the baby's job to sound like he's on fire occasionally to show his displeasure. This is demonstrated by the the "ahs!" and "ehs!" coming from the backseat, and from time to time he would do a raspberry or two to tame the flames. But seriously, he was a pretty good boy tonight, and cute to boot.

We were at Baskin Robbins, taking advantage of their free scoop night, and we each got ourselves a single scoop of joy, watching all the other people enjoy their free treat. It seems as if for a day, at all the Baskins Robbins in the world from 6pm to 10pm, everyone turned into a happy little kid again. There was no one worrying about how much it would cost, how fattening ice cream would be, or whether you had time to go get a scoop. It was like all these people turned into kids again and went to the ice cream store just to enjoy a moment of nostalgia. I dunno, there was something inherently beautiful about the experience. Alex was too little to get a scoop, but my wife caved and gave him a bite of chocolate. I gave him a taste of my Jamocha, and he must've enjoyed it because he grabbed it and shoved his mouth into it and wouldn't let go. My wife laughed at me. I know she enjoys it when I go into a feigned, slightly disheveled mode of panic - somehow my freaking out just cracks her up. That or when I hurt myself - she seems to get a great big kick out of that as well.

We went to Brendon and Maralises to visit for a while, then came back and I downloaded the newer version of iTunes. More features, very cool. Although I think my computer is getting older and older. The next release of anything from Mac, and I'm almost certain that I'll be left behind. It's a little sad, really.

This morning, when we went in to check on Alex, the little guy was standing up in his crib - it was a little freaky to see, being how he was basically a little legume 7 months ago, unable to do much else except look indifferent and cry, and now he's pulling himself up to the crib, standing there, and ripping his mobile apart Tigger by Tigger. It's both a proud moment and a sad one. It's both an indicator of how fast he's growing and some of the other things he's outgrown.

I loves the baby.

The thing that's more noticeable now about Alex is that he's starting his slow and impending transformation into a toddler. Perhaps it's the stronger intensity of noise that's coming out of him, or his utter lack of interest in anything more than half a minute. Or maybe because he's responding more to smiles and other attempts at humor and is more likely to smile back at a happy face. But definitely because he's starting to scream and holler more when he doesn't get what he wants.

It just seems like yesterday when he took two two-hour naps per day. Oh wait, it was the day before yesterday. Yesterday, he attempted one nap, which makes for a cranky little boy because he's fighting sleep but trying to rule the world at the same time. He's also starting to eat Cheerios, which is kinda fun to watch because he grabs it with his whole hand, and then attempts to shove it into his mouth. He misses 9 times out of ten, but the one time he does get it in his mouth, he gives me a proud little grin. Then he proceeds to gum the Cheerio to death.

His latest thing, according to the wife, is his tendency to stand up in his crib using his arms to support himself. He can't actually stand by himself yet, but he's sure pulling himself him and bouncing around, avoiding sleep. Pesky little guy!

So, as Alex is slowly becoming the man of the world, we're enjoying/dreading it more. He's more responsive than ever, but he's also starting to develop something that parents are always afraid of - a brain.

A good memory - There was one time, when he kept crawling away, so I stepped on his pants to keep him from crawling away. When I looked down, his pants were off and he was still crawling away.

So now I step on his hand.

Just kidding!

He got all hyper when you gave him a pillow.


Look, I've got my teethies in!


That's the smile that'll melt some lady's heart one day.

Just a short photo post.