Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
I almost did everything on the list, but not quite. But hey, I was pregnant, so there you go. Anyway, I guess this means it's time to make a new list for this fall/winter:
- Go to the Make store and make something once and for all!
- Make a decision about yoga and start going regularly
- Make a "Pie of the Month" each month.
- Keep my bird feeders full.
- Take a walk with the Peanut every day, weather permitting
- Get my Christmas cards made before Thanksgiving
- Sew some more stuff
- Practice my instruments
- Find time to read things other than baby operations manuals
- Try to be a better blogger
I may add to this list, but now I must go and intervene, as the Peanut and the Gymini seem to be at odds about something.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Poor Pancho. His spirit lives on in song. http://www.soundclick.com/bands/songInfo.cfm?bandID=320738&songID=2280896 (featuring the great Rob and Julie). Alas, it doesn't look like there will be a PPHPHB Vol.4 this year, but perhaps next year we'll get some recording done. Kev has tons of songs, and he got his accordion fixed, and I am ready for a big melodica solo whenever he needs one, but it's just too hard with the Peanut right now. She's been working on her ukulele skills though, so who knows.
BTW: Kev has added a link to the Peanut Gallery over there in the Links area on the side.
Sorry this post is a give-up. I tried to think of something to blog about that wasn't related to poop or meltdowns or the perils of parenting, but I got nuthin. Maybe something interesting will happen tomorrow.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Today, there was an owl spotted (not to be confused with a spotted owl) in the tree in my front yard.
Poor Daphne. Her owl-obsessed mother makes her wear brown owl suits so she looks like a little boy, and her father makes her sit in a tree and pose for about 30 pictures. Someday we'll pay.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Over the weekend, Kev and I went to the Great State Fair of Texas. We go every year, and it is pretty much the same. Fun, but at the same time, kind of a beating. This year it was really crowded. Good thing we left the Peanut at home. When we got there, we had corn dogs, as usual. But this year, we did a few different things. We rode rides. Two to be exact: the Sparklets log flume ( I think it was new), and a small roller coaster called The Zillerator. The log flume was gentle and pleasant, but the Zillerator was pretty whippy. Thrill rides are really not for me. I prefer things like the Fun Slide or the Merry-Go-Round, so it will be fun when the Peanut can ride kiddie rides and I can go with her. When she's ready for roller coasters, her daddy will have to be in charge.
The State Fair, while generally pretty cool, is starting to slip in to the realm of silly. Every year, they fry more and more things. This year's big thing was Fried Coke. I am not making this up. They should take a lesson from the Dutchess County Fair and concentrate on good foods like milk shakes and mushrooms, and stop with all the novelty fried junk food. We got a milk shake at the Texas State Fair this year, and it wasn't good at all. It took forever for the guy to make it, and then he forgot the malt powder, and it was just disappointing.
You may not know this, but LarryFeathers entered and was accepted as one of the 15 contestants in the 2006 State Fair Corn-dog Eating Contest. But he chose not to participate because he doesn't like corn-dogs. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's never had one. So, there were only 14 contestants. To add interest, the State Fair people got that Bo Bice to be in the contest. I think Bo Bice ate one token corn-dog and spent the rest of the time thrilling the crowd, probably by doing things like raising his fists and shouting, "Skynard Forever, Man!" and whipping his ridiculous Bob Seger hair all around and thanking his fans (aka "people of questionable taste"). But I wasn't there, so I can't say if any of that really happened for sure. I think LarryFeathers would have probably been much more entertaining.
So, if you go to the state fair this year, try the Sparklets log flume, but don't bother with a milk shake and don't support silly fried things.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
I can't promise there won't be bird photos now and then. And maybe food ones too.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
There used to be a shaved ice shop down the street that had pickle flavor shaved ice. I won't even tell you about the pickle smoothie, made by someone who may or may not read this blog. The worst is when you get a sandwich at a shop and they put a pickle in the basket and the pickle stuff gets all over your bread and chips. Pickles. Bleh.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Friday night, things got off to a rocky start. Kev got home from work, and we put Daphne to bed, and we were just about to enjoy Segment Five (which is peace and quiet, dinner, and Star Trek or something like that). Kev was quietly playing his guitar and I was contemplating dinner, when all of a sudden, "diddly-diddly-diddly-diddly..." the Rush music began. And it was LOUD. If you are new around the LRHS, I will tell you that there is this knucklehead across the street who opens his door and plugs in his electric guitar and plays three or four of the same Rush songs over and over for the entire neighborhood to enjoy. It is absolutely ridiculous. He had stopped for a while, but I think since the weather is nice in the evenings now, he's able to open his door again. Anyway, few things are as defeating as really bad really loud Tom Sawyer guitar licks assaulting you from beyond when you are trying to have some peace and quiet. Not to mention, as I told Kev, even if it didn't wake up the baby, it was seeping into her subconsious while she slept. And we can't have that. So I called 311 - non-emergency and tried to report the dude. I was given the number of the police substation for my area, so I called them. I was told I had to call 911. Now, even though 311 and the substation lady assured me it was OK, I felt funny about calling 911 to gripe about noise, so I hesitated for about 30 seconds until I could take no more diddly diddly diddlying. Long story short: cops came, no more Limelight. At least for the rest of this weekend. We'll see how long it lasts. Anyway, none of that was fun.
But on Saturday things got better. We went for a walk in the morning. It was cool and sunny. Then in the evening we took another walk, down to the Tipperery Inn for cheeseburgers on the patio. The baby was good the whole time. She loves being outside.
Today, we took her to the Arboretum to see the pumpkin patch. We stayed a long time, and had a little picnic on the big lawn while listening to the fake James Taylor perform on the concrete stage. It was great to be outside, and the Daphne loved it until she just got too tired to take any more fun. Then she cried, and we had to stroll her around until she went to sleep. But mostly she was good.
Anyway, that may not seem like much to you, but for us, it was a lot of outings and a lot of walking, and a lot of meltdown control and I am exhausted.
Note to Darlene: Things are going well with "solid foods" (if you can call rice cereal solid). The first night we tried it, the Peanut didn't get it, and most of it ended up on her bib. The second night, she was too tired when I tried to feed her, so she cried. It wasn't her normal mad cry, either. It was more like a sad little wimpery cry, as if I had somehow hurt her feelings trying to make her eat from a spoon. Yesterday, however, I think a light went on somewhere inside her little Peanut head, and she is getting the hang of it. Now she tries to grab the spoon, though, so it's a pretty messy endeavor. We haven't taken any snapshots, but we did video-tape the first try. It's pretty funny. Kev actually ate some of the cereal as a demonstration for the baby.
Well, I think I am going to look for something to read, if I can keep my eyes open. It will be fun!