Wondering just how you'll find the “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire” broadcast that features this blogroll's Becky J Sacto? Her episodes (she spilled over into a second day) are scheduled to air January 7-8. In the interest of keeping you as informed as I possibly can, visit this site to find out when “Millionaire” airs in your city!

Other than that, there's tons that I need to catch you up on and about a million pictures I should be uploading, but I'm swamped. Sorry.

I'm crossing things off my list right and left. It's remarkably admirable.

Today, I was gone all day but it saved me from spending a week on it in February, so yay.

Early next week, Mom will be in her splendid new place. I was telling Anne about it and she said, “*I* want to move there,” and she wasn't kidding. All we have to do now is move her and she's golden. Mom, not Anne. Who's got a pick-up truck?

Last Sunday, Team Monstro/Motormouth and offspring portrayed the Holy Family and the angel of the Lord in our church's Christmas pageant, and I'll tell you something: Once you've done that, you've done Christmas, so I'm not really stressing about gifts this year.

And all the client work will get done (yes I say yes I will Yes) and then I shall be on vacation, wearing a black hat with large round ears.

The baby rolled over today — tummy to back. His sitter had left him on his mat just for a second to get a burp cloth, and when she returned, he was on his back. She raced to my office to tell me the news and I raced to the baby to nuzzle him. He didn't really understand what all the fuss was about. Ah, babies. So naive.

So another Thanksgiving has come and gone. This one was a little more exciting than most because 1) my mom was here with us and 2) I got my boss an interview with the New York Times, and it ran on Thanksgiving day. See for yourself here. So that was pretty stellar.

My birthday was good, too. We had the sitter until 11:30 but came home at 10 because neither of us was feeling that great. Someone in this house has been sick for the past 8 weeks. We just keep passing it around between us, with Lex bringing home new strains of illness from his thrice-weekly preschool. Swell. But, my darling Monstro gave me a birthday gift that surpasses all gifts I've received pretty much ever. Now I just need to read the manual. 🙂

Went out of town Saturday night and visited the capitol city of Concord, NH. Had a great time. People there are very friendly, and strangers started up conversations with us. Quite a difference from the chilly Happy Valley of MA.

Oh, and Postsecret jumped the shark two weeks ago with that larvae breast postcard, not only the stupidest entry I've ever seen but also creepy to the point that it affected my breastfeeding of the baby. Sickening. Boo, postsecret.

Other than that, work is busy and the baby is thriving and Lex is hilarious and Monstro got two big to-dos off his plate yesterday, so here's hoping December lacks the drama so inherent in November. Crossing fingers.