Archived: When I was a young...warthog?

Original Post Date: October 5, 2006
It’s been a very exciting and productive couple of days in Houston (YES, Sarah, we are here to recruit). We’ve been to three fairs in two days and seen about a billion students. It’s been mostly uneventful, though I did get in some good smack talk with the Auburn rep at the fair this evening. The funniest thing that happened was when a young man sat down to visit with us, saw our brochures and said, “Oh, you’re the warthogs!” The WARTHOGS? Autumn and I nearly went over the table at him. I almost didn’t let him have the brochure after that. Seriously, warthogs?
During our break this afternoon, we came back to the hotel to watch the season premier of my favorite show, Lost. We watched it today because when it was on, last night, we were working (get the picture here, Sarah? We are WORKING.) After it was over, my punk friend Brad text messaged me to rub it in that he saw it and I hadn’t. Even my own husband told me I was missing a great show. Well, they were right, the show was awesome. We have a discussion board for the show here on nwa360, and I can’t wait to get to it.
In other news, my husband informed me tonight that our son started crawling today, while I am in another state. Would it have been too much to ask for him to keep this from me and pretend that he started the day I got home? Apparently so. Well, he is playing Mr. Mom while I’m gone, so I guess I won’t be too hard on him. I am freaked out, though. Abby didn’t crawl until she was 11 months old. I am NOT ready for another mobile child in the house—one is plenty, thank you. It’s the great irony of parenthood—with the first, you can’t wait for them to do new stuff and it takes them forever. Then you realize how quickly they change, so with the second you want them to take their time, and they’re walking before you’ve recovered from childbirth. I can’t be expected to handle this well.