When our lovely, perfect little girl was born, my husband held her and cooed affectionately, "She looks just like a little Ghoulie!" Ghoulies, apparently, is a B (or perhaps C?) movie from the mid-80's. I know this now because he made me watch it with him, just to prove his point. There I sat, bored to death by the same tired haunted mansion story, when onto the screen pops -- my newborn?! No, a "Ghoulie"! But man, what a resemblance.

Friday, June 02, 2006

everything is relative -- sleep especially

Glory hallelujah. Last night the air condition-less bedroom cooled off enough that we could swaddle the Little Ghoulie, for the first time this week. As a result, she slept for three and a half hours in a row, from 3 am to 6:30 am. I awoke feeling like a new person -- albeit a person with very, very low standards.
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