Playtime Part 2

I've been enjoying myself this weekend. Aside from right now, I mean, when I'm screaming my head off because I need a nap but I don't want a nap. Aside from that.



My favorite new playspot is Callie's exersaucer, which can provide at least 15 solid minutes of play at a stretch. I'm especially fond of the fake cell phone and the spinning turtle with wing-y things. They all taste the same, though. The purple one and the yellow one - the same! I'm finding that a lot of colorful things taste alike. Socks, for example.

Anyway, I've got to get back to it. More pictures will follow, mostly of me with my aunt and uncle. I took a break from Tyra for this weekend so the family could pose with me. They're excited, obviously, by my new designation ("the cutest little boy in the universe"). Everyone loves a celebrity.

GRRRR!!!

Remember last weekend, when I couldn't figure out how to get to the Recycling Center? Yeah.

So I pulled up a map, wrote down directions, etc. And this weekend, I was on a mission to get my compost bin. I dragged my brother-in-law out of his bed, got in the Jeep and drove downtown.

FOR NOTHING.

Wherever that street is, it ain't downtown. Or, at least, it ain't where it was supposed to be. I think it exists in an alternative universe. Meanwhile, do I have my repurposed herbie? No. No. No.


Argh.

Management

I had guests coming to visit me this weekend. In order to prepare, I commanded the staff to clean the house. They complied, but with ill grace. I had to sit and supervise pretty much All Day:

Faster! I shouted. And, You missed a spot! I know I've mentioned this before, but good staff is simply impossible to find anymore. I think they'd sit around all day, talking about how "tired" they are, if I didn't crack the whip.

But in the end, the house was polished to a slightly brighter shine than yesterday, and it is good enough that I won't be embarrassed by it. When my visitors arrived around 5, they didn't seem too upset by the remaining untidiness.

And to be honest, I felt proud of the staff. Or, I should say, of myself. After all, it was I who organized the project and managed their work. I who saw it through to its conclusion, and I who ensured that the slackers didn't stop halfway through for "lunch" or "a break," as they are wont to do.

Yeah. All in all, I'm feeling pretty proud of myself. I'm great. I'd ask what you think, but I'm sure you agree.



[Just as you agree that my outfit, stripes plus a frog pattern plus argyle in 3 different shades of green, is fabulous.]

And now for something completely different

Both candidates. More or less equal time.
Why isn't it all this funny?
Kiss your next half an hour goodbye.

Gross Utility

From parenthacks.com via Boing Boing:

Here's an awesome Parenthack: mash a banana in the peel, rip off one end and squirt it into your kid's gob like icing -- a no-spoon meal!

Throw a whole banana into your diaper bag before heading out the door. When it's time to eat, mash up the banana before peeling it - just squishing it a bit with your fingers does the trick. Then, peel open a small hole at the end (not the end with the longer stem). Squeeze the mashed banana into the baby's mouth like you're icing a cake. Voila - no spoon necessary, and almost no mess.

How to turn a whole banana into a no-mess baby meal (no spoon required)

Any readers brave enough to try it?

I was minding my own business when...

There I was, see, relaxing after a long day of not-napping and puking on everything in sight. I just wanted a little time with my rainbow toys, my IKEA elephant, and the duck rattle. Is that so wrong? But no, there would be no pre-dinner chill time for me.

Instead, and with no warning, I was set upon by marauding giants! First they blinded me with a bright light. I tried to protest but they ignored me.

Then I was unceremoniously scooped up, swung around in a circle, and tossed in the air. Although it may appear here that I am laughing like a loon, it was - I assure you - merely a ruse to lull my captors into a false sense of security.

Finally, I found respite in a bowl of rice cereal and almost half a banana. They say you shouldn't eat your problems, but I find that eating solves my problems pretty much all the time.

[I also find that argyle and stripes make a nice combination.]

Finally!

Yesterday, it was 85 degrees F.

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[F, as in FAIL, as in FLUNK, as in FILTHY FLAMING FACE-FANNING FUMES of death.]

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Today, the high is 67 and tomorrow the high is 61. At last. I'll need to move the herb pot inside (see Fabulous lemon verbena, above), but that's fine. I'll take it. Because I'm so sick of being hot.

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I'm ready for soup, and cocoa, and slippers, and cuddling under a blanket, and roasted sweet potatoes and wearing a jacket for our walk and, and, and. Tomorrow, Iain starts butternut squash, and you just can't eat winter squash when it's 85 outside.

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That's just how I feel.