May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
Angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.
-- Irish Toast
3.17.2010
3.16.2010
Baubles Bangles and Beads
For reasons that are not readily apparent even to me, I have approximately eleventy metric tons of Mardi Gras beads in a drawer in my hutch. I don't know know where most of them came from -- as far as I can remember, I've only attended a "Mardi Gras"-themed event once in my life, and I am pretty sure that I left my shirt on for most of it.
Not all the necklaces are plain old beads. One of them features plastic Dos Equis bottle caps, one of them has a giant car-emblem-sized Nittany Lion pendant, and of course one has the little shiny red lobster on it, a piece of one of my old Halloween costumes.
I tried to take pictures with my fancy prime lens but I haven't yet learned how to focus with that sucker, plus Shae doesn't exactly sit still ever, so we're a little fuzzy. Probably I should take a class or something, but I'm cheap and I'm lazy and I like having stuff to bitch about.
... you get a bunch of pictures that look like this, where Shae makes the beginnings of her "bishplz" face.
Not all the necklaces are plain old beads. One of them features plastic Dos Equis bottle caps, one of them has a giant car-emblem-sized Nittany Lion pendant, and of course one has the little shiny red lobster on it, a piece of one of my old Halloween costumes.
I tried to take pictures with my fancy prime lens but I haven't yet learned how to focus with that sucker, plus Shae doesn't exactly sit still ever, so we're a little fuzzy. Probably I should take a class or something, but I'm cheap and I'm lazy and I like having stuff to bitch about.
Instead ...
... you get a bunch of pictures that look like this, where Shae makes the beginnings of her "bishplz" face.
3.15.2010
Over My Head
It was a putrid weekend, rain and wind and power outages and water in the basement, and I spent Saturday night and most of yesterday at my parents', because if you're going to be bored, you might as well do it somewhere with heat and TV and a working refrigerator. Shae found the whole thing terribly exciting -- "The lights went OFF!" she told everybody, awestruck -- plus when she is around my family there is that whole issue of spoilage.
(Don't deny it, Mom: you let her play with a jump rope at 10:00 at night, and then you gave her ice cream. Way to make me look like the Wicked Witch of the West Ward, there.)
I'm too tired to grump about it, really -- I just want my stinkin' hour back already, and also I would really love it if my house did not at present smell quite so much like basement and wet litter box -- so here are some pictures of Shae practicing somersaults on my sofa. You're welcome.
(The matching shirt-and-afghan combination are purely coincidental.) Gotta say, she's made great progress in the last 9 months. I mean, I'm not crazy about the fact that she comes thisclose to kicking my monitor off my desk, but her form is definitely much improved. And I really can't blame her for not wanting to do somersaults on a hardwood floor, can I?
(Don't deny it, Mom: you let her play with a jump rope at 10:00 at night, and then you gave her ice cream. Way to make me look like the Wicked Witch of the West Ward, there.)
I'm too tired to grump about it, really -- I just want my stinkin' hour back already, and also I would really love it if my house did not at present smell quite so much like basement and wet litter box -- so here are some pictures of Shae practicing somersaults on my sofa. You're welcome.
(The matching shirt-and-afghan combination are purely coincidental.) Gotta say, she's made great progress in the last 9 months. I mean, I'm not crazy about the fact that she comes thisclose to kicking my monitor off my desk, but her form is definitely much improved. And I really can't blame her for not wanting to do somersaults on a hardwood floor, can I?
3.12.2010
Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough
It's raining today, and it's supposed to rain all weekend -- yaaaaaay! -- so now I'm really glad we went to the park the other day and let Shae run around. Even though I took a whole buttload of pictures that look like this mess:
This kid, you guys. She's made of Jello and rubber bands and hair and, apparently, Energizer batteries. Gogogogogogogo! She ran the bases on the ball field, ran through open grass, ran to look at the ducks, just runrunrun everywhere, nonstop.
And even here, even though her feet are not moving, you can practically see the gears in her brain churning away, while she tries to figure out how she can get in the water. "What if I keep my jacket on, Mommy? Will it be warm enough then?"
The only way we could keep her "under control" (if you could even pretend to call it that) was by asking her to do silly things that required her to run somewhere else. Like, when we asked her to hide behind a tree, she took off for the one furthest away.
My god, THIS KID. She's so EXHUASTING. And MAGNIFICENT.
This kid, you guys. She's made of Jello and rubber bands and hair and, apparently, Energizer batteries. Gogogogogogogo! She ran the bases on the ball field, ran through open grass, ran to look at the ducks, just runrunrun everywhere, nonstop.
And even here, even though her feet are not moving, you can practically see the gears in her brain churning away, while she tries to figure out how she can get in the water. "What if I keep my jacket on, Mommy? Will it be warm enough then?"
The only way we could keep her "under control" (if you could even pretend to call it that) was by asking her to do silly things that required her to run somewhere else. Like, when we asked her to hide behind a tree, she took off for the one furthest away.
My god, THIS KID. She's so EXHUASTING. And MAGNIFICENT.
3.11.2010
On Training a Very Small Ninja
Know what this is a picture of?
This is my kid, eating chocolate shavings off the side of a birthday cake over the weekend. Where would she the idea that something like that is OK in polite company?
From her great-grandfather, who was taking the chocolate shavings off and handing them to her. Because hey, why not?
I mean, really, it's totally fine to stick your fingers in somebody else's birthday cake if your Poppy says it's OK, right? *shrugs*
Kids these days, with their mouths full of chocolate and giggles and kisses. I don't know where they learn this behavior.
This is my kid, eating chocolate shavings off the side of a birthday cake over the weekend. Where would she the idea that something like that is OK in polite company?
From her great-grandfather, who was taking the chocolate shavings off and handing them to her. Because hey, why not?
I mean, really, it's totally fine to stick your fingers in somebody else's birthday cake if your Poppy says it's OK, right? *shrugs*
Kids these days, with their mouths full of chocolate and giggles and kisses. I don't know where they learn this behavior.
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