Springing Forward

I love Daylight Savings time.  I know that many of you upon reading that will go, "Blech!  Daylight Savings is the worst!"  But I still love it.

I know that the length of the day remains the same in Daylight Savings.  But that one hour shift makes all the difference.

I love the sun.  So very much.  A night owl I am not - which is interesting when you consider that I suffered from insomnia for several years.  I like to get up early in the morning and I like to play all day and bask in the wonderful, wonderful sun.

And in Daylight Savings, the sun is still up later in the day and night than it otherwise would be.  With Daylight Savings, I am not wasting as much precious sun time by sleeping in a bit or taking my time to get up and at 'em.

And then there is camping.  We Youngs love to camp.  In the summer - ideal camping conditions - sunrise is around the six o'clock hour.  Without Daylight Savings, that sucker is rising around five.  I don't know how many of you camp, but when you do it is really hard to do two things.  1. Go to bed at a reasonable hour.  2. Stay asleep after the sun gets up.  Lack of sleep leads to sluggish minds.  And you really want your wits about you when you're camping.  There could be bears about.

Daylight Savings can save you from bears.

When I was a kid my siblings and I were sometimes allowed to stay outside and play until sunset.  Without Daylight Savings, we would have been inside a lot sooner.  A whole hour sooner even!  Without Daylight Savings, we probably would have rebelled and ignored our mother's directive to get our hides inside at sunset because we felt it was just too soon.  This inevitably would have led us down the wayward path of miscreant behavior and eventually drugs.

Yep.  Daylight Savings can save you from drugs.

My parents live in Uruguay, one of approximately 70 countries that celebrates Daylight Savings.  Except they are also in the Souther Hemisphere, so they fell back last night instead of springing forward.  That means that they went from being five hours ahead of me to just three.  This means they have better opportunities to bond with their grandson over the Skype.  Daylight Savings, you've done it again!

Daylight Savings brings people closer together.

Daylight Savings can also potentially provide a set of twins with a freaking awesome story.  Say the mom went into labor on the night that Daylight Savings ends.  And she gave birth to Twin A at, say, 2:55 AM.  But then we repeat the two o'clock hour and Twin B is born at 2:15 AM.  Twin A is technically older, but on paper it looks like Twin B is older!  Wouldn't that be an amazing story to tell?!


Daylight Savings creates magic.


My point is this: Daylight Savings is just best.  Think about the dark, drug-filled, magic-free lives we would all live without it.  No wait, you can't.  You've already been eaten by a bear.

Kiss Me, I'm Old

Yesterday I was driving around town behind this Jeep.  When we stopped at a stoplight I saw the driver (a man), turn to the passenger (a women), whip off his sunglasses, and start kissing her.

I chuckled a little to myself and reminisced about when I was unwed and my boyfriend and I at whatever time would engage in such activities.  We were so twitter-pated that we couldn't bear to not be kissing at any moment that kissing while stopped at a stoplight was a thing.

Lewis as my boyfriend was no exception.  Man oh man, we loved the kissing.  When I think about that time in my life it seems so... so...

Exhausting.

How did we do it?  Don't get me wrong, I love me some kissing, especially when it comes to Lewis, but how on earth did we do it?  Lewis and I dated for nine months before we got married.  Nine months!  If you've ever been pregnant, you know that that is a long time.  And I know that we kissed lots throughout that time.  How did we kiss so frequently for such a long period of time?  Do people who date even longer than nine months kiss like that the whole time?  How do they not drop dead?

I hope it works out for that couple.  I really do.  And I hope that four years from now they will see a couple in a car in front of them kissing at a stop light and I hope they feel the same wave of nostalgia and exhaustion that I did yesterday.  Bless them.  Bless all the single college kids and teenagers who are so thrilled about their relationship status that stoplight kissing is simply a given.  Bless their precious little hearts.

Eager to Please

Jack is such a good little boy.  Since he was born we've developed quite the relationship.  Gone are the days where he didn't listen to me.  He is now very obedient.

When I asked to him to please slow down because he was growing far too quickly, he listened.  It was very sweet of him, but I meant it only as wishful thinking.

At his four month well-baby doctor's appointment, Jack was 13 pounds, 10 ounces - 25th percentile.  He was already pretty skinny back then.

Today he had his six month check.  He weighed in at 14 pounds, 11 ounces.  Yes, he gained a pound and an ounce.  That's all.  He is now in the 10th percentile for weight.

Jack, dearie, I am so glad that you have established yourself as a baby who will listen to me.  But even though I am enjoying you as my little squish, I hereby give you permission to let this one go.

In other news, um, Jack is six months old.  How did this happen?  I'm pretty sure the first six months of my pregnancy with him did not go by this quickly.  Is someone messing with time?  I think someone is messing with time.

Rill Still

Lewis and I have not been to the movie theater since September 5th - the day before Jack was born. All the movies we missed over the last six months have been slowly making their ways into our local Red Box machines, so we have been renting them one at a time to make up for what we missed.

After watching The Green Lantern a few weeks back and Real Steel tonight, one thing was made clear to us.

We didn't miss much.

I shouldn't complain though. I saw into my future the other day as a family in front of me at the Red Box was debating which movie to select - Alvin and the Chipmunks : Chipwrecked, or Mr. Popper's Penguins.

Yay kids.