Miss T is officially four months old now. When we went for her 4-month checkup, the doctor suggested starting her on solids soon. Not as a source of nutrition so much as just to get her used to the texture and feel of eating from a spoon. It seems early to me still, so I checked AE’s baby book to see when we started him on solids. He was four months and one week old exactly. Hmm, I’m thinking NOT SO MUCH this time around. I don’t think Miss T is ready (and neither am I for that matter). She is a horrible eater. Even if she is starving, she fights almost every single bottle you try to give her. Pushing the bottle out of her mouth with her tongue, then crying because WHY IS THE FOOD NOT IN MY MOUTH WOMAN. Taking two swigs then turning her head. Kicking her legs and flinging her head back and forth the entire time. Trying to sit up instead of just cooperatively relaxing in your arms. Dribbling half of the formula back out of her mouth and onto her clothes. Feeding her is a nightmare most of the time, particularly in the middle of the night when I just want to go back to sleep. I just can’t imagine that things will improve once we’re dealing with a spoon. GAH. I’m getting twitchy just thinking about it. Must change the subject immediately.

So! When I was flipping channels while up with Miss T at 5:30 yesterday morning, I ran across the movie Torque. I actually watched this gem in the wee hours a few weeks ago. HA HA HA it is so BAD. No surprise that IMDb only gives it 3.4 stars (out of 10). I was watching it with the sound muted and the captioning on so I’m sure I wasn’t getting the full effect, but WOW. The movie opens with these two tricked-out cars drag-racing on a desert road. A motorcycle then blows in between them and the wake created causes a street sign to spin around and display the phrase “cars suck”. I’m not explaining it well, but it was very lame. That set the stage for a cheesy movie that had a scene where two bikers had a fight on their motorcycles. Like, popping wheelies and using the front tires to smack the other bike. God, it was stupid. So stupid that I can’t even write a coherent review. It was dumb. The end.

I took the time this weekend to sit down with an old favorite. While the boys were monopolizing the TV in the living room, Miss T and I retired to the bedroom. She slept while I watched Jurassic Park, one of those movies that I can watch over and over again. I first saw it the day it was released in 1993 – the very first showing of the day, even! It had definite shock factor – I remember everyone in the packed theater jumping and screaming during the attack scenes. Obviously after repeated viewings it doesn’t have that same effect, but the computer-generated dinosaurs and special effects have held up nicely even over 15 years. To be honest, I’m not quite sure what it is that I like so much about this movie. Maybe the original concept? Or the nice tropical backdrop? I did have a minor obsession with dinosaurs as a kid so maybe that’s it. Either way, it is one of my all-time faves. And if you haven’t seen it, you must be living in a cave because I am quite sure that everyone that was around in 1993 has seen this movie. Oh, and by the way, this is a case where I think the movie is better than the book although I did like the book as well.

Time to wrap up this train wreck of a post. I’m just all over the place today, probably due to the four cups of coffee I’ve had so far. The sad thing is, I managed to pull my thoughts together fairly coherently here as opposed to the pinball game of insanity that is currently bouncing around in my skull. I probably shouldn’t even hit “publish” on this one.