My Favorite Things
1. Titus is walking!!!! Last night I picked Christina and the boys up from the airport. Their plane was late, and their luggage was mixed up, so we left the airport at 7:10 (church starts at 7:00) and didn't arrive at church until about 7:45. One of our volunteers was with the teens in our fellowship hall and we got to just hang out for the remaining 15 minutes of class. I put Titus on the floor in the middle of a circle of chairs and he took a few PURPOSEFUL steps to one of the teens. Then he just kept walking to people. He can stand up on his own and walks like a champ, although he only takes a couple steps at a time. I know this complicates things as far as further baby-proofing the house, but for now we're just excited that our little guy is getting SOOOO big!
2. I really believe Lost is the greatest television series of all time. I'm a big Seinfeld fan, I liked Cheers, but Lost is just an incredible show. It lacks the over-dramatic, somewhat poor acting of 24; it lacks the sexually-charged story lines of Grey's Anatomy (although it occasionally has both); and it's creative, suspenseful, and incredibly addicting. Sure some of the sub-plots leave you scratching your head (polar bears, giant man-eating monsters, etc.), but wow, what a great show.
3. The Yankees. Oh the Yankees. Swept in Boston, then swept in Tampa Bay. Everyone on their pitching staff is either too old or too inexperienced. Maybe Roger Clemens will come back, maybe he won't. A-Rod is on fire, but every other bat is cold as ice. They're now in last place in the AL East.
BUT...it's only April. Nothing matters in April, or before the All-Star break, for that matter. Teams as recently as 2003 (Florida Marlins) were in dead-last place before The Break and ended up winning the World Series. Still, there's this feeling that this year's Yankee's aren't headed in that direction. Mariano Rivera has blown two saves already, Carl Pavano is back on the DL, as is Moose. Wang returned from the DL to get shelled by the D-Rays, and now our pitching staff looks like the patchwork quilt I sewed in 3rd grade art class - ugly, mismatched, awkward, and coming apart at the seams.
Nevertheless, life in the Jones camp is pretty good these days.