Yes, the Week in Review is back. I didn't think it was fair to continue to punish a perfectly useful blogging device just because the subject of said device is a horrible, miserable, depressing excuse for a soap opera. And plus, with Robin and Patrick having a baby and Laura's brief return, General Hospital has decided to harsh my "I hate this entire show and everything about it and it sucks and is fat and ugly and mean and I want it to die" buzz a bit, so I needed something else to keep me going.
As you can tell, my positive attitude and generosity of spirit have returned along with the Week in Review. Rejoice.

At the risk of oversharing, I feel the need to share a bit of background on a particular issue. Here's the deal: I do not especially want to have children. If I meet the right guy and he wants to, I might, but I don't have that biological imperative thing going that many women do. I don't hate kids, but I don't crave being around them, you know? Mostly I think they're kind of perpetually sticky, and also sometimes dirty and stinky. They also don't have a lot of use for personal space boundaries, which is a biiiig thing with me. A few months ago while standing in line, a small girl mistook my legs for those of her mother and threw herself around me. I nearly had a stroke, and then wondered whether dry cleaning my pants would be an overreaction. Oooh, and the ones who fly around department stores on their little wheelie shoes? I have been tempted to stick out a well-shod foot to teach them a lesson. Judge me if you must, but you know those shoes -- and the parents who allow their rampant, indoor use -- are evil.
ANYWAY, none of this is relevant, really, because before they develop into children, babies are adorable (unlike Robin Scherbatsky, I do not have a baby phobia). I realize this is a controversial position, much like that puppies are cute, but I'm going to stick with it. So I did not expect to be especially moved by the birth of Emma Grace Scorpio Drake because 1) she is fictional, and 2) she is a TV baby so she's going to be at the extra-cute end of the baby attractiveness spectrum. And she was as precious as I expected.
That is a cute-ass baby, folks.
What I did not count on, however, and what has caused my knees to turn into a gelatinous goo on at least two occasions now, is this: Patrick Drake is, in the regular course of the storyline, required to hold Emma. And so it happened that these images:
...have caused me to call into question many of my existing theories about children. My god, they truly do have the power to make even already exceedingly hot men hotter! And I have never been one to buy into that cliché about men holding babies being sexy. I rebuke that cliché! But somehow, in spite of myself . . . gooey. Gooey knees! My ovaries might even have twitched. But I don't want to sound like an overly emotional woman, so let me break this down logically:
[Jason Thompson's hotness]
+
[adorableness of baby playing Emma]
+
[Jason Thompson hotly holding adorable baby playing Emma]
=
[Jason Thompson's hotness]10 (or maybe infinity)
Who said math isn't sexy?
Not one to stop at just hotly reproducing, Patrick did other things hotly last week. He: