iPhone

August 2, 2007 will go down in history as the third happiest day in Mark’s life. He bought an iPhone. I have mentioned before that he is slightly obsessed with all things Mac. When it was first announced in January that Apple would be releasing a phone this summer, Mark checked several DAILY websites for updates on the iPhone, listened to multiple podcasts about the iPhone and even went so far as to print out a paper model of the iPhone. After playing with his new iPhone for several hours on Thursday night, he finally came to bed and said, “I love it even more than I thought I would.” I am really happy for him. It is pretty cool.

Two weekends ago we attended my ten-year high school reunion for Kingwood High School. I figured it would be weird and awkward—and I was right!! Perhaps it was a self-fulfilling prophecy—but I did not enjoy my time there. All my old high school insecurities returned in full force. But I’m not sorry we went, because I think I would have always wondered about it if I hadn’t gone. The best part was that I got to spend quality time with my best friends from high school before the reunion and I rarely get to see them.

So it was worth it just to see them. Plus, I did see some people I hadn’t seen since high school, so that was fun. But you can only catch up so much at a reunion. I was so thankful I had Mark there to talk to and pretend like we were really engrossed in conversation so I didn’t feel like I should be mingling. It really reiterated my desire to find someplace (neighborhood, suburb) to live permanently, so Luke and our future child can really feel like they are from someplace. My friends have lived in Kingwood since early elementary school (at least) and they saw friends and people they have known since they were little. I moved there in ninth grade, so I really don’t have the history they have. I always say, when asked, that I am from Kingwood, but I really don’t feel like I am from anyplace. So, I want to put down roots somewhere so our kids can know they are from someplace and go to elementary school and high school with the same kids.

Luke is almost 11 months old. I can’t believe it! He is standing on his own quite a bit. He pretends like he needs something to hold on to, but really he can stand on his own just fine. He also stands on his tiptoes and can reach pretty high. I learned that the hard way when he managed to reach the cord for our iPod radio player that is on our kitchen counter. It fell on his forehead and made a bruise.

I still can’t believe he pulled it down. He went to swim lessons all last week and caught a cold somehow. So we didn’t get to go to the second week of lessons. He seemed to enjoy the lessons. He has learned to “jump” off the side of the pool when I count to three. He is so much fun. I just love his little personality.