Noah:1, Mom and Dad:0

So Noah is getting better, and Max and I are now getting sick. Yay.

For weeks we planned to have the babysitter come watch Noah this afternoon so we could have a day to ourselves. It was so crappy to wake up feeling sick, but we went out anyway. It is just too rare that have the opportunity, so we said screw it. We ended up going to see Crazy Heart, and it was so good. A slow, quiet story with tons of heart and heartbreak. The New Mexico landscape is unmistakable and there were so many moments where I couldn’t help but say, “Nice shot,” out loud. If you’re a Jeff Bridges fan, this film will not disappoint. He is charming, vulnerable, disappointing, gross, pitiful and beautiful all at the same time. It’s sort of like a Leaving Las Vegas country-style meets Walk The Line tale. The music is really good, and the supporting cast is just incredible. Maggie Gyllenhaal is enigmatic and breathtaking, showing her unusual talent of seeming strong and soft simultaneously. Bobby Duval has never been bad in anything – period. And the biggest surprise for me was Colin Farrell. I have always found him annoying and one dimensional in the films I’ve seen him in, but this time for me he shone bright. Like a true, gritty, manly music man. The music has stayed with me all day, and this film (unlike sooooo many) does not tank in the last 5 minutes. Bridges’ oscar nom is well deserved.

We also tasted Teacake cupcakes for the first time today, and I was frightened by how good they were. I regret finding out that there is a location near where we live, and hope to find the strength to avoid driving there everyday when I take Noah to Gymboree classes.