I installed a new stats counter on the blog on Friday night, after reading about how much fun Jen and Travis were having with it on their blogs. It took approximately 3 minutes, including the fact that their directions for typepad didn’t really work (I posted it in the template ‘description’ instead of typelists, and it works much better).

Wow! There is so much info out there that can be tracked, it’s a little creepy. But SO interesting!

I had readers from Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, and Australia yesterday!!! And 5 from Italy!

Credit for that has to go to another blog I’ve recently started reading, My So Called Lesbian Life. In the last few days, she’s generated more hits to my blog than searches by students trying to cheat on book reports.

We had a super-productive day yesterday, scoring a new baby bathtub for $4, from Craig’s List, dealing with the ginormous pile of mail that was threatening to take over the front room, discovering my new favorite dessert, and seeing "Good Night, and Good Luck." What a great movie! Go see it, go see it now. Great acting, great cinematography, great plot, with intriguing sub-plots.

We now have almost everything on our "things to buy before the baby comes" list — the only substantial thing I haven’t got yet is a changing table/dresser to replace the wobbly one currently in the baby’s room.

There are a few other small things, but I think all or almost all of them will be available at the lactation consulting office at the hospital. And since they provide their services for free, I’m happy to spend money there to keep them up and running.

Fruit & Veg Count, 1/7: Err. None. At all. In fact, while I didn’t drink any jello yesterday, I may have had even more sugar than the days that I did. (Yes, that’s days. I drank the cherry jello on Friday night.)

The carmel cake from Southern Sweets was so good that I ate a slice which normally would have been a full serving for both of us, with maybe half a serving left over. All Jill got was one bite. And that, with a glass of milk, was my dinner. Three bites in, I told Jill that I wanted this for my birthday cake this year.

I installed a new stats counter on the blog on Friday night, after reading about how much fun Jen and Travis were having with it on their blogs. It took approximately 3 minutes, including the fact that their directions for typepad didn’t really work (I posted it in the template ‘description’ instead of typelists, and it works much better).

Wow! There is so much info out there that can be tracked, it’s a little creepy. But SO interesting!

I had readers from Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, and Australia yesterday!!! And 5 from Italy!

Credit for that has to go to another blog I’ve recently started reading, My So Called Lesbian Life. In the last few days, she’s generated more hits to my blog than searches by students trying to cheat on book reports.

We had a super-productive day yesterday, scoring a new baby bathtub for $4, from Craig’s List, dealing with the ginormous pile of mail that was threatening to take over the front room, discovering my new favorite dessert, and seeing "Good Night, and Good Luck." What a great movie! Go see it, go see it now. Great acting, great cinematography, great plot, with intriguing sub-plots.

We now have almost everything on our "things to buy before the baby comes" list — the only substantial thing I haven’t got yet is a changing table/dresser to replace the wobbly one currently in the baby’s room.

There are a few other small things, but I think all or almost all of them will be available at the lactation consulting office at the hospital. And since they provide their services for free, I’m happy to spend money there to keep them up and running.

Fruit & Veg Count, 1/7: Err. None. At all. In fact, while I didn’t drink any jello yesterday, I may have had even more sugar than the days that I did. (Yes, that’s days. I drank the cherry jello on Friday night.)

The carmel cake from Southern Sweets was so good that I ate a slice which normally would have been a full serving for both of us, with maybe half a serving left over. All Jill got was one bite. And that, with a glass of milk, was my dinner. Three bites in, I told Jill that I wanted this for my birthday cake this year.