See y'all at the Reception!

Fabulous, fabulous getaway thus far here in Santa Barbara. I've not put up anything in the way of adorable pics (of which there are many) or insightful commentary (of which there is much less), but you can rest assured that the goods are a comin'. The fly in the ointment is that out of the huge bundle of cords and AC adapters we brought along, I once again forgot that one most important link for all of Maya's fans - the USB connection from the camera to the computer. I got one at Radio Shack yesterday, but given that the minimum wage distracted youthful geeks working at da Shack couldn't point me toward the right sized cord (and that I didn't bring the camera with me) I of course ended up with the wrong sized one. Admist our travels today I'll do the exchange and put up some photos. Promise.

To step back a smidge and do the tale of the tape from our Friday pediatrician visit - once again everything looks "stupendous" for Maya. Her specs currently are:

Height: 2 feet and a 1/2 inch
Weight: 14 lbs., 9 oz.
Hat Size: 42cm

All of her growth curve, percentile measures, yada yada yada, are looking spot on. She got another bevy of shots followed by the 5+ hour ride in the carseat down to Santa Barbara, so at times she was as pissed off as a pissed on cat. But Maya settled down quickly and has been a charmer ever since. We brought her along to dinner out at the always delicious Via Vai last night, during which she filled another epic diaper to the pleasure of the entire table (the obvious joke was that Italian food always does it to her). And today we're prepping to try her first first when it comes to solid food - rice cereal. Yummy. The time has come - she grabs for food whenever she sees it in front of her and our pediatrician said that 4-6 months is the target timeframe. So we'll cover ourselves in plastic and give it a shot. Check back to see how it went.

For anyone that watched Matt Cooper yesterday on "Meet the Press" - I'm looking forward to the uptick of pressure on BOTH Rove and Scooter Libby (Cheney's Chief of Staff) this week after being outed as Cooper's sources. This story isn't going away. Well, at least until the Bushies put up a Supreme Court nominee. At which point no one will give even a wet diaper about the whole fandango.

As a delightful diversion yesterday afternoon, we all headed to a matinee while Nanna watched Maya. No art house fans in the summer Sunday mix of this crowd - we chose "Wedding Crashers". Vince Vaughn's a wreck no matter how much make-up you pancake on his melon. Owen Wilson's well-lit and perfectly-timed throughout, but I've always liked him and his whole family. The cast of players surrounding the Boyz otherwise squeeze their underwritten roles to the hilt to surely satisfying degrees. An over-the-top uncredited cameo from Will Ferrell should wash the bad taste of "Bewitched" from the handful of mouths that have bothered to see it. And when the rapid-fire shtick is firing, it's as funny as any truly R-rated goofer since...well, in quite a while. My rating - a solid B. My sincere recommendation. But as an aside, I suggest that those getting married or attending weddings this summer be very much on the lookout for second-class, copy-cat attempts at such tomfoolery. I give my highest guarantee that we'll see much of that. Gawd knows I'm gonna give it a shot with my best friend, Pauly Shore.