In sticking my head in the sand and ignoring the troubles of running a business (while hiding out in my room to escape the chaos of my house), I’ve discovered – courtesy of hubbs – the absolutely awesome-ness (is that a word?) of the TV show Lost.
That’s right. I’m 4 seasons behind. We’re just about half way through the first season. And we’re loving it. This baby will be known as the Lost baby, because all day long while I nurse him, rock him, wait for him to nurse, you’ll find me and hubbs in front of the screen glued to Lost. And all I can say is, thank goodness we don’t have to wait a whole week (or more!) between episodes