and now back to our regulary scheduled programming

I worry about what the world is coming to when I get a washingtonpost.com news alert about the Obama's dog. Really? Really, does that warrant "breaking news?" Am I the only one that finds this frightening? Or how about when my president, in a display of his immaturity and unceasing desire to appear "cool" gives the Queen of England an ipod, and all the media outlets report it in praise of his "hipness." Or how he preceeds to make a mockery of the United States throughout his entire European tour, and thinks we are stupid enough to believe that WASN'T a bow (and quite frankly, I don't care, but don't lie about it.) How about when he equates his bowling skills to the Special Olympics (on Leno, no less), and every media outlet defends him? Why is he on Leno in the first place? I don't need my President to be a "celebrity." How about when the first lady, apparently very proud of her upper body, wears impractical sleeveless dresses all winter and is hailed as a fashion icon? Really, or is she just in cahoots with J-Crew to make bland clothing a national phenonema? How about when Biden's daughter is caught on tape snorting cocaine, and the story dies in a day? Remember when the Bush twins got caught with a fake ID?

Here's the interesting bit: I didn't get a washingtonpost.com email about the Navy SEALS saving Captain Richard Phillips from Somali pirates yesterday, which I think actually warranted breaking news. The media has become obssessed with this superhero of a president they created during the election, and that is what is actually frightening. The fact that people really do care about the dog, about her dress, about their love life--- that is frightening. Take off the rose-colored glasses and take a step back. If any of the gaffes the President has made thus far happened to anyone else, they would be discussed for weeks. Instead, I'd be surprised to see them show up on the obnoxious scrolling ticker.

On Monday, Chris kept telling me he wanted to take pictures of Claire surrounded by Easter eggs. I didn't say anything at the time, but I was a little worried--- thinking he was channeling the Office moment when Angela photographs Astrid in a cornucopia . It was a good thing I didn't try to stop him though, because the eggs were actually for a "hunt" for clues to a romantic weekend. Yesterday morning, I woke up to the first, which instructed me to find the other three hidden around the house, which contained the details to the getaway. It was probably one of the sweetest things Chris has ever done for me, and definitely the pick-me-up I needed after the last few exhausting weeks. Anyway, he made dinner reservations, massage reservations, and a night at the Trump Tower for the 16th. It will be the first night we leave Claire with my parents, which will be a little hard, but I can't wait to have some time without worrying about spit-up and poopy diapers.

Moral of the story: Chris is really special and I love him alot.