Mish Mash

A few unrelated thoughts for you today:

1) Lucy has discovered her feet. M. and I are both amazed that she is able to reach around the chub of her thighs to hold them. Is there anything cuter than a smiling baby lying on her back, holding both her feet? Insanely adorable.

2) Finn has taken to calling us "Mama" and "Dada." A sign of regression, of course, as he has been using "Mommy" and "Daddy" for years, with even the occasional "Mom" and "Dad" thrown in. Regression or not, though, it's just so endearing! This morning he woke up and shouted from his room, "Mama, Mama, I don't want to sleep all day!" See above re: insanely adorable.

3) Am I the only one who is astounded by how much radio play U2 is getting lately? Maybe it's just the DC area, as they were here recently in concert. Or the lack of variety in the radio stations set in my car. Regardless, I just, I don't know - I can't help but roll my eyes every time one of their songs comes on. Sure, a great band, lots of great songs back in the day, but I just can't take it anymore. Maybe it's because Bono was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize. Am I to take him seriously as a musician or a humanitarian? Because I'm not sure I can do both.

4) As M. and I are in the market for a new car, it has become a habit to check out all other vehicles on the road for consideration. Hence my discovery yesterday of the latest in a series of "They named the car WHAT?" observations. Joining the ranks of vehicles like the Nissan Armada (an unsuccessful [in 1588 at least] Spanish naval fleet?) and the Hyundai Genesis (getting back to our biblical roots, yo) is the Isuzu Axiom. Not a new car, as I discovered when I Googled it (produced from 2002-2004). But I guess I don't know anyone that actually drives an Isuzu, so new knowledge to me. Seeing the car, I was instantly transported back to high school mathematics. Which I'm sure is exactly what Isuzu was going for, right? Just the association you want with a rugged SUV. What's up next, a pick-up truck called the Isuzu Postulate?

5) The title of this post brings back another memory of my youth. MASH. Ah, the hours wasted coming up with different choices for career, husband, places to live, salary, and various other minutae of your supposed future life. If it was your own MASH, you try tried to make every option better than the next. But in designing your friends' MASHes, you always had to throw in a couple of real lemons. Then there'd be lots of squealing about, "OMG, I'm going to live in a shack with Weird Al and 10 kids?!" Good times.