Cutest
Would I be terribly immodest if I said that I have the cutest baby ever in the whole wide world? Probably.
Do I care if I’m immodest? Not a bit.
I have the cutest baby in the whole wide world.
Fresh Linkage
I've remodeled my link section. Check it out. You'll notice that it's a lot less populated. I cleaned out some dead links, but more importantly, I decided that if you're unresponsive, if your site employs ugly code and a particularly heinous usage of frames, or if I have a strong suspicion that you've sold out, then you are no longer worthy. Consider your linkage privileges revoked. I would apologize... but I'm not sorry.
Jack Sprat
Here is one very small example of how amazingly cool marriage is. On Monday, I made a pan of brownies - yummy organic ones with chocolate chips. I love brownies, especially those squares from the middle, all goo and no edges. Here’s where it gets cool: my husband loves the crunchy edges the best. So all week long, round about 4:00 in the afternoon when I make my cup of tea, I’ve been cutting myself a big gooey brownie right out of the middle of the pan, knowing that when my husband got home, he’d be excited that I left the edge piece for him.
That’s rad.
Commercial Endorsement
We interrupt this blog for a commercial advertisement.
I know a lot of people in the web and/or graphic design industries: my husband, my sister and her husband, my mother, and at least a half a dozen friends (a special shout out to my super helpful and talented friend Ian). I’ve been known to dip a toe in that business myself from time to time.
Pizza Puzzle
The following conversation took place at 6:35 p.m. pacific daylight time and has been recorded for posterity as yet another example of the general absurdity of American culture.
“Thank you for calling Pizza Guys. Take out or delivery?”
“Delivery. I’d like a gourmet chicken garlic, please.”
“What size?”
“Small.”
“We don’t have smalls.”
“What’s the smallest size you do have?”
“Large.”
“...Right. One of those, then.”
Mush
We started Luke on solid foods a couple of weeks ago. Everyone’s been asking how he’s doing with it. Eating has never been problematic for this child. I’m told it’s common for babies to have trouble figuring out that whole nursing thing. Not my kid. He wasn’t out in the big bad world for more than an hour before he was looking for a meal. “Hold still, Mom. Let me show you what you do with those things.”
And Speaking of Time Travel...
And speaking of time travel, last night Shawn and I went to see Meet the Robinsons. It was our first real date since before the baby was born, and we not only went to see a kid’s movie, but chose one that opens with a scene of a mother abandoning her baby. One might question our decision.
Cover Story
Several of my friends are on the cusp of having kids and being the environmentally friendly folks that you are, I hope that you’ll consider cloth diapers as an option for your beautiful baby’s productive little bottom. We use cloth diapers with Luke and are quite fond of them. I don’t feel the need to go into the cloth versus disposable debate. It’s a well-covered topic already; run a Google search and read to your heart’s content. I’ll just say that we made this particular choice to reduce landfill waste, save money, and spare Luke some diaper rash.
Strange Things are Afoot at the Circle K
There is a barista at the Starbucks down the street from my house who looks exactly like Keanu Reeves. Specifically, Keanu Reeves in Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. I’m serious. Ted Theodore Logan serving me coffee. Everytime he says, “Have a nice day, ma’am,” I want to say, “Be excellent to each other.”
Saint Patrick’s Day
Jenny and I found ourselves with a few minutes to kill in Sacramento a couple of Saturdays ago. We ducked into an English pub called The Fox and Goose for a cup of tea. There were signs all over the place saying, “Come celebrate St. Paddy’s Day with us.” While we were wondering why you’d go to an English pub to celebrate an Irish holiday, we came across another sign. “Bass wishes you a Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”
I looked at Jenny. “Oh, now that’s just rude.”
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