So I'm listening to my iPod, and I hear this:
Your movie's showin', so you're goin'
Could care less about the five you're blowin'
And I think...$5?
Old, dude. O.L.D.
[in case you're dying to know, I was listening to this:]
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Tomorrow's Ice Cream Flavors and a Little Math
Green Tea.
Honey.
Today we learned a little Baby Calculus. Observe:
As Decibel Level approaches infinity, Patience approaches zero. This is a fundamental law of Baby Calculus.
Honey.
Today we learned a little Baby Calculus. Observe:
As Decibel Level approaches infinity, Patience approaches zero. This is a fundamental law of Baby Calculus.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Wha?
I had some issues with my scalp.
So Mom put baby oil on it (at the recommendation of the pediatrician) and used a brush to gently massage my head.
Then she gave me a nice Mohawk.
You like?
Outings
Today we had two nice outings.
First, Iain finally got to try out his BOB. It's been hotter than the surface of the sun here, and blazingly sunny. So we waited and waited, sure that taking him out in a black stroller was a bad idea. Even the dogs, who are desperate for a walk, didn't want to run around the neighborhood in fur coats when the mercury reached 95.
Today, though, the temperature dropped. A storm brought heavy rains to us in the late morning, leaving behind humidity but only temps in the 80s. So when Iain was getting a little stir-crazy after lunch, I decided to take him out for a spin.
As promised, the BOB solved our sidewalk problems. Cracks and uneven pavement that made our little Click-n-Go have a breakdown proved no challenge to the BOB. I drove with one hand while wrangling the dogs with the other hand and talking on the phone with Miriam. Yes, I did. I couldn't find the headphones for my iPod and plus Miriam's charming. So eat it.
Iain seemed to like being outside. In some ways this was his first real walk. Unlike the Click-n-Go, in the BOB he can see ahead, and he's eye-level to flowers, mailboxes and shrubs. The unpredictable jerking motions caused by Boris or Juno freaking out only adds spice to the ride. By the time we returned, he was drowsy. So I popped him into his crib and ZZZZZZZZZZ.
Love.The.BOB.
Our second outing was more for the parents. The Bizzles called to see if we wanted to get dinner, and we leapt at the chance to Get Out of This House. So off Iain went to Callie's house, where he got to eat in her high-chair (padding! Fancy.), play with her mom, stare at her toys, and flirt. When we returned it was dark. Charles pointed out that we haven't really been out until after dark in a long time. Granted, it's summer. But still.
And just like the first outing, upon our return I changed Iain into his jammies, kissed him goodnight, and put him in the crib. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
First, Iain finally got to try out his BOB. It's been hotter than the surface of the sun here, and blazingly sunny. So we waited and waited, sure that taking him out in a black stroller was a bad idea. Even the dogs, who are desperate for a walk, didn't want to run around the neighborhood in fur coats when the mercury reached 95.
Today, though, the temperature dropped. A storm brought heavy rains to us in the late morning, leaving behind humidity but only temps in the 80s. So when Iain was getting a little stir-crazy after lunch, I decided to take him out for a spin.
As promised, the BOB solved our sidewalk problems. Cracks and uneven pavement that made our little Click-n-Go have a breakdown proved no challenge to the BOB. I drove with one hand while wrangling the dogs with the other hand and talking on the phone with Miriam. Yes, I did. I couldn't find the headphones for my iPod and plus Miriam's charming. So eat it.
Iain seemed to like being outside. In some ways this was his first real walk. Unlike the Click-n-Go, in the BOB he can see ahead, and he's eye-level to flowers, mailboxes and shrubs. The unpredictable jerking motions caused by Boris or Juno freaking out only adds spice to the ride. By the time we returned, he was drowsy. So I popped him into his crib and ZZZZZZZZZZ.
Love.The.BOB.
Our second outing was more for the parents. The Bizzles called to see if we wanted to get dinner, and we leapt at the chance to Get Out of This House. So off Iain went to Callie's house, where he got to eat in her high-chair (padding! Fancy.), play with her mom, stare at her toys, and flirt. When we returned it was dark. Charles pointed out that we haven't really been out until after dark in a long time. Granted, it's summer. But still.
And just like the first outing, upon our return I changed Iain into his jammies, kissed him goodnight, and put him in the crib. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
I Got My High-Chair!
My new high-chair has arrived. It's a steely grey, to match my eyes. You can also wipe it clean, to match...uh...never mind.
As you can see, I tested it out immediately. Also, note that contrasting stripes is the hot new look for fall.
As you can see, I tested it out immediately. Also, note that contrasting stripes is the hot new look for fall.
Plenty of room to stretch out. I have to talk to The Staff about the mess, though. Look how they left this filthy tissue on my desk! I hardly have room for my toy.
This guy's just jealous. Or hungry. Probably both.
Happy Birthday Nana
I'd sing you "Happy Birthday," but I can't talk and I don't have any money for royalties. Sorry.
I could drool on you. Sound good?
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Thieves!!!
I like birds as much as the next person. In fact, a few weeks ago I pulled over, parked the car, and used a menu to lift a baby bird out of the street and onto the grassy verge. I know the most likely outcome is that Tweety died, but at least he didn't get run over.
The word clearly got around. Today, I counted seven birds on the porch, and when I went outside more than twenty flew up into the trees.
You're thinking: they don't know you saved that baby bird from a grisly death. Just because they come to the window and look in at you, that doesn't mean they see you as a friend.
Quite right. I'm not their friend. I'm their communal larder. Look what a cardinal did right in front of me this morning!!:
I managed to save some, though. These are the most delightfully bird-sized tomatoes. They taste great, but they're sooo teensy. I told Mother the birds stole my produce, and she said, "Just cut off the part the bird ate." Uh...Mother...that would leave approximately a gram of tomato. See them here, with the lemon verbena:
For a size reference, I tried to have Iain pose with them. Instead, I learned we've entered the Oral Fixation Stage. Evidence:
[No tomatoes, or babies, were harmed in the making of this post.]
[Except by that bird.]
[Of course, I plan to harm these tomatoes, ASAP.]
[No tomatoes for Baby, though. Not till next summer.]
The word clearly got around. Today, I counted seven birds on the porch, and when I went outside more than twenty flew up into the trees.
You're thinking: they don't know you saved that baby bird from a grisly death. Just because they come to the window and look in at you, that doesn't mean they see you as a friend.
Quite right. I'm not their friend. I'm their communal larder. Look what a cardinal did right in front of me this morning!!:
I managed to save some, though. These are the most delightfully bird-sized tomatoes. They taste great, but they're sooo teensy. I told Mother the birds stole my produce, and she said, "Just cut off the part the bird ate." Uh...Mother...that would leave approximately a gram of tomato. See them here, with the lemon verbena:
For a size reference, I tried to have Iain pose with them. Instead, I learned we've entered the Oral Fixation Stage. Evidence:
[No tomatoes, or babies, were harmed in the making of this post.]
[Except by that bird.]
[Of course, I plan to harm these tomatoes, ASAP.]
[No tomatoes for Baby, though. Not till next summer.]
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