Saturday, September 29, 2007
Hopefully we will either have good news Monday, or we will be buying a new computer.
I would tell you all about the pictures I've been taking, except that would be a lie. I haven't taken any. I finally picked up my daughter's crud and have been laying around in a feverish sweat hacking.
You are so jealous.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Until we can figure out why it keeps going *kablooey*, and giving us nasty little messages, and not allowing me to do a system restore, I'm offline.
"When did this start happening, Sunday? I'll do a System Restore to Friday."
[Wow. Computer trouble makes me overuse punctuation.]
Well, obviously I got online to do this, but honestly, I do enjoy spending the evenings with my husband, not upstairs on the office computer. It's not like I don't like you, I do, it's just that I like him more.
Also, I would have to crawl behind my desk to locate an available USB port for my camera, and I think we all know how I feel about that sort of exertion.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Dinner Club occasionally becomes Breakfast Club. These are some of our favorite parties. There are donuts and coffee, and it fits perfectly for the two nap kids, and the one nap kids.
And I believe someone still brought some wine.
Friday, September 21, 2007
It's an absolute wonder that Alice can maintain her svelte figure. The baby lets me know she's done with dinner by allowing tiny bits of food to rain down from her fingers, directly into the waiting mouth of her closest com padre.
The other day I bought a different roast turkey than normal. It wasn't great. I admit that. But it came off the tray so fast it was landing on on Alice's back as she gobbled up what was hitting the floor. Subtlety is not my daughter's greatest attribute.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
I am so in it's not even funny. I went to Starrrrgghhhbucks and ordered my coffee like a pirate. The barista, Stephanie, is also one of our babysitters, so it was less embarrassing than it sounds.
Anyway, as you go through today, please try to remember all the unfortunate souls who were forced to walk the plank, suffered from scurvy, or lost an eye to an cantankerous parrot.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
I've been so busy thinking about Scarlett's 1st birthday, that I sort of forgot that she wasn't quite 11 months old yet. But she is today. I love taking pictures of her fresh out of bed, still in her pjs. She's so excited that we remembered her! Hey! You came back for me! Let's go play!
It's so easy to look forward to the next milestone, and forget what's going on this very minute. This morning she was sitting on her mat playing, and I was standing behind her. She hadn't noticed me yet, and was concentrating on reaching her toy train. Folded in half at the waist, the train was still just out of reach. She was grunting and stretching - almost popped up onto her knees a few times, and I'm standing behind her silently pumping my fist in the air. Go, Baby, go!
At that point, however, she spied me, and turned from her task to give me a big grin and clap for herself. Or me, I'm not sure who it was meant for. But her concentration was broken, and it was time for her nap anyway.
Each day brings another 400 reasons to scoop her up and kiss her cheeks. Another chance to comfort her when she tries something new and lands on her face. Another day to play with her square chunky feet, and watch her watch everything.
She's not quite a year yet. She's 11 months.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Monday night I sat down to post all the pictures I'd taken up east. It wasn't as time consuming as I thought, because only 1 out of 5 was usable. As much as I love our little camera for ease of use and the remarkably clear video it shoots, it does have some short comings. No Red Eye Reduction. The shutter speed is slow - bad news if you are a baby or a dog.
I'm taking so many pictures these days a new camera was easy to justify. Going off the recommendation of a few friends, I saved up my shekels [Yiddish for "Target Gift Cards"] and waited for a sale, and bought myself the Canon SD1000.
According to UPS, my package was shipped yesterday, from the "US", and will be arriving by the 17th. Forgive me for thinking it will be here sooner. Hoping for today.
Can't wait to learn to use it. I'm hoping it's easy, because I am the girl who got a "C" in Photography.
[By the way, I was pleased to find that spellcheck did indeed have a correct spelling for "shekels", because I didn't.]
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
It's not fair. It's not. But whatever baby wants, baby gets. So when we have been happily involved in 'parallel play' [meaning you with your squeaky bird, baby with her zoo train, and me with my People Magazine] and suddenly the baby wants the squeaky bird, and delicately reaches out and plucks it from your mouth...
Well, that is what we describe as S.O.L.
But I applaud you for laying quietly, if a little mournfully, watching the baby play with YOUR toy. YOUR bird. You had it first, didn't you? It's a shame.
But no, do not turn your big pug eyes to me. It is the rule around here. I'm sorry you find yourself so suddenly at the bottom of the ladder, but I'm afraid that's the way it must be. The rankings are as follows:
1] Mommy and Daddy. [we will generously put these two names on the same line, although I think it's clear that if we do a chip count, Mommy has enough fun chips to go all in, and essentially wipe out Daddy.]
3] Any future siblings to Baby [although trust me readers, they remain largely theoretical at this point]
But honestly, I am very proud of how you reacted to this milestone. Baby took the toy directly from the jaws of the beast, and received little in the way of reproach.
You, on the other hand, got a Snausage. I think you'll find it to be a fair trade.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Amy and Ed threw a great party. To Kevin's great joy, there were 3 different types of meat. To mine, it's a toss up between the Balducci's dessert tray, or the s'mores. But after watching the free for all around the fire pit, Kevin commented "I'm literally surprised no one lost an eye. No, seriously."
Express elevator to Heaven. I was not nervy enough to take pictures of the actual salon. Oh, and I was busy rolling around in the Chloe boots.