04-05-06

Please let me point out the significance of today: 04/05/06. How cool is that?

And at 1:20:03 a.m., it was 01-02-03-04-05-06. Run for your lives. It has to be some weird cosmic thing signifying the end of the world.

Or, just the end of my maternity leave.

Today, I went back to work.

OK, so I simply put on my workout clothes and sauntered over to the desk instead of the couch, but damn it, I am working again. Wah!

So now instead of playing with Jack all day and going for walks, I code html and read e-mails. I suppose it's time. I have been off for six months, what with the bedrest and the popping the kid out.

But all good things must come to an end, they say.

I want to do fun things with Jack. Instead, he'll just have to go out and about by himself. In preparation for that, we gave him permission to ride the El and hang out downtown last Friday.

First, he commuted, with his iPod, naturally.


"Haha, that Mommy is stuck at home working. Sucker!"

Then he stopped for a rest and a view of the skyline.


"I'm just a guy out on the town. Now where are all the ladies?"

He wanted to make sure he got the lakefront in the background.


"Navy Pier? That's for tourists. Not baby pimps."

And then, because he was all alone, a dinosaur tried to eat him.


"Oh shit. Mooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm! Help me!"

See, that's why babies can't be trusted alone. They get eaten at museums.