Random thoughts after midnight

I was awakened by my newborn son about a half hour ago for a diaper change, and I haven't been able to fall back to sleep. I figured maybe if I jotted down some of the random thoughts that are currently disturbing my slumber then perhaps I'll be able to get back to sleep soon. Here goes:

1) Why do babies poop so much? Seriously, they drink milk, and milk is liquid...shouldn't this come out of their bodies in the form of urine? Maybe I'm over thinking it, but I'm dumbfounded with this.

2) Babies have the best life ever. They get to sleep whenever they want to. A loving care-giver is always available to watch after them, even to the point of wiping their bottom when they need it, and mommy's breast is always available to provide an all-you-can-eat meal anytime you get hungry...they don't even have to burp themselves...Upgrade!

3) I wonder what Jesus was like as a baby.

4) My goatee is now an inch long. It's taken two months to get there. Maybe by March I'll be able braid it. Some of the students in the ministry ask to touch it every time they see it now. You might think that's weird...I do too. :-)

5) I have no idea which presidential candidate I'm going to vote for. And as for this little ongoing argument between Hilary and Obama...Praise God the debates finally have some entertainment value. I say bring in the Jerry Springer studio audience to provide some sound effects for the next debate just to spice it up a little bit. Who knows, it could be fun.

6) Sylvester Stallone's neck is significantly thicker now than it was 5 years ago. Seriously, have you seen the Rambo previews? His neck looks like he tried to swallow a tree trunk that got stuck in his esophagus. I'm no medical expert or anything, but he needs to get a doctor to check that out. That thing could explode at any minute. Wait...maybe that's how the new Rambo movie ends...

7) What is up with all of the reality "love" shows on vh1. Flava Flav needs love, New York needs love, and now Brett Michaels needs love...And what's worse, Flava has tried 3 times, New York has had 2 chances, and Brett is now on his second round of ladies...Dude, why does America care that much about the love lives of "c-list" celebrities. Come on, people!!!! That's like junk food for your soul.

Okay, I'm tired again. G'night.

ps - I warned you that they were random thoughts :-)