Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Now That Ander is Finally Okay with Being Left in the Ikea Ball Room, He is Too Tall to be Allowed In. Thus: While Aliza was in Smaland
Inspired by cup-stacking classes in the after-school program, and of course by this...
And yesyesyes he wore the fez throughout Ikea, and yes, he is a noun.
"They say that good things come in threes. And they are filthy liars trying to blind us with their demon numerology and unholy counting theory. Good things come in all sorts of numbers. Like two."
-- the weepingly funny Jorge, for the OK Go newsletter
Monday, September 27, 2010
Him: "So what does breast milk taste like? I can't remember."
Her: "I wish you could make some now."
(Wet nurses are briefly discussed.)
Him: "You know, if every mammal makes milk, it's kind of surprising that somebody hasn't tried to sell -- I don't know -- weasel milk or something. You could make a lot of money!"
(The difficulties involved in the milking of weasels, elephants, and tigers are briefly discussed.)
How did we end up here?
We started off talking about business trips, and how lots of parents take trips away from their families, and how I haven't been on a business-related trip in about 15 years. Which led to me remembering the last time I flew on a plane by myself (seven years ago), and the wedding I flew to, and how I brought pictures of wee Ander along with me. Which led to Ander and I remembering a wedding we drove to when Zaza was a newborn, and how I had pumped a huge supply of milk and stored it in the freezer and left 'Za with Dubbadad and Grandma for the weekend, and how Zaza had cried for two days straight.
All of which quite logically lead to a discussion of the pros and cons of weasel-milking.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
This was Ander's first real game of 20 questions. He blew a bunch of his first questions asking things like, "Are you a...beer bottle? No? A caterpillar?"
(It turns out that Poppy is going to be a King.)
After deep-dish pizza from Masa. (Why yes, we did drive East to bring fine pizza pie to the West.)
Za's was traditional American on white, but the rest of us had sharp cheddar cheese and granny smith apple on sourdough -- gaaaaahhhhhh....
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Shall we avert our eyes from the dresses and bath mats drying over the backs of the dining room chairs? Yes, let's shall...
Ander is required to keep Zaza company at breakfast.
(Yes, required. It's all part of my Diabolical Plan to Enforce Sibling Harmony -- bwahahahaha!)
While I wash breakfast dishes and fill water bottles, he reads to her -- and I get to listen through the Dutch door.
Usually it's a Piggie and Gerald book (my favorite is this one), or a Golden Book (her favorite is this one, but his favorite to read aloud is this one).
Today it was Fox in Socks.
As he finished a particularly challenging and twisty passage full of bricks and blocks sirs, I overheard this exchange:
"Wow. I can't believe I read that!"
"You're a good reader." (Crunch of cereal)
"Thanks." (pause) (and then Ben bends Bim's broom and Ben's bent broom breaks...)
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Aaaaaaaah yessssssssss: bobbing limply in the rising tide of back-to-school germiness are we three (Dubbadad has dodged)...
We are snorfle-y and wheezy and feverish. And so are our far-flung friends, up the coast and across the globe. (I blame another Icelandic volcano ash-cloud.)
And so I back-post, back through September, scrolling through August, pining for my summer companions.
Scroll, scroll, scroll...
(photo taken on our front porch by jek)