1. Mom home.
2. Baby born.
3. Trilogy Tuesday was a gutbuster.
I wish I could say that Tuesday was the best experience ever, but in the end it really felt like a trip up Mount Doom (god, I'm a nerd). Seriously, battling a month of exhaustion was not a way to go into those films. By the middle of Two Towers, I felt certain that I was going to have heart failure or pass out. In the end, I'm glad I made it through, because I feel like it was a battle scar worth incurring, but damn, I'm going to have to see it again, because it felt like I saw it through a periscope. I don't want to say too much about the actual film because some people I know and love don't know what is going to happen to our little hobbitses. I officially give you all one week, then this blog is open season for commenting on ROTK.
Oh and I have bangs now. Hair is dark, almost black, with thick heavy bangs. It's fun. Pics someday. Don't think I'll be posting pics of Omaha after all, it's entirely too grim. Maybe I'll get some more appropriate Christmas shots of mom.