Baby Tuesday

I used some of her dad's pomade to flip the ends of her hair out to the side. It was funny all day long. And hey look! Clean carpet in the background! 

Here you can really see the hair-do. 

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This was Sandi's idea to put her in the tree.  

what is the matter with people?

I'll be frank, if you like scary movies, I judge you. I think you have some kind of sociopathic problem that human suffering and gore entertains you.


Why do people see those movies?! They make so much money!



The post-modern side of me asks "what is the difference between me liking Poe or Shelley and other people liking House of Wax?' I'm going to be a snob and say "scary" things that I like are written as a social commentary and those crappy movies are made to show some desperate actress's boobs and exploit young people's unhealthy facination with evil.



In fact, As a Christian, I wouldn't participate in a protest over abortion or gay marriage, but I might hold a picket sign that says "No more horror movies!"

And "haunted houses," I don't get those either, although that's a totally different category. Like Aurora, I don't like being scared. I think my imagination is too big. I may have seen 6 scenes from various horror movies in my entire life and I can clearly recount them all.

And Mom, I'm still scarred from you making me watch the Creepshow movies. Scarred! Child abuse!
(ok, ok not child abuse, but was I not the fearful/paranoid/overreactive child?)

This now concludes my official Halloween blog post.

my circadian clock needs a new battery

All the baby building chemicals have been messing with my mind.
For the past few days I have been wide awake, brain racing at 3AM but at 3PM my only will is to find a find a big piece of chocolate cake and watch Oprah.
Luckily I got enough done this morning to make up for these next couple of hours of estrogen time.



UPDATE: 12:39AM Motivation has sunk even lower. After the dogs did a kitty litter raid while I was gone this morning, and subsequently were "ill" all over the carpet this afternoon, I had to call an emergency carpet cleaner to rescue us from the filth this evening. All of my big to-do's: critically injured.
For those interested in the minutiae of my life, I have two science-fair-quality posterboards (in addition to the 5 I've already done), one landscape aerial view, dozens of tiny cards to print and cut out and retype 6 PDF wrap sheets. All of this is concerning the house makeovers, btw. Last night at 3:30AM I had to take an hour long bath to relax and not think about all of our crazy deadlines. Help, send cake.

"it's a stiff!"

We have a dead pigeon in our front yard, a big fat one with its little claws sticking straight up in the air, RIP'ing under the rose bushes.

It really looks like it just fell out of the sky- plop.

I was happily raking leaves in the front yard yesterday when I saw it and I yelped.

I've decided that's a husband-duty: to dispose of it.
So it's still there.
Big and dead.

Baby Tuesday

Even though she was pouting because I closed the bedroom door, this is still a cute face. 

This is her post-cry-face, after seeing her bottle basket up out of her reach on the dresser. The humanity! 

tickle attack 

"Bottles, bottles, bottles-- I must find all bottles and collect them in my basket!" 

I gave him the baby and the bottle while I emailed Preston this morning. :) 

She loves shampoo and soap bottles. Bottles and babies, I guess it makes sense. 

another morsel of humor from match.com

So I was searching for guys for a certain blogging friend of mine. Generally looking for men that don't hunt large game or post shirtless photos of themselves.

Two screennames were too funny to keep to myself:

#1. wwwpants

#2. CuddleManiac

Both were very unasuming men, and weren't trying to be funny.
Which makes them funny.

only slightly downward spiral

During this pregancy, I have hardly been hungry at all. Suddenly it occurs to me "oh I need to eat."
The problem is, eating kills my momentum.

Like right now, it's 12:30, I should eat lunch, especially because all I ate for breakfast was half a bagel, 6 grapes and 2 slices of banana nut bread (scavenged from the MOPS snack table).

But I really want to start on my meat chart murals in the kitchen!

If I eat now, it'll take 15 to put it together, 15 more to eat it, and then I'll have post-meal lack of motivation. And then the baby will wake up.

This happens everyday.

If I wasn't incubating another life, I would forgo eating until tasks were accomplished!

get away

If I met someone wearing any of these contacts on Halloween, I would refuse to talk to them.
They are just wrong.
I'd rather talk to a big fat naked person, that would be less awkward.

if the whole world was a registry

I have found a number of things while wandering around during the day that cannot be registered for, and I must share them, they are fabulous baby items:

Coonskin Cap (I promise I won't let him wear it until he's 12 and carry a musket, Rollerskater :) )



The Driving Cap
Nothing says sophistacation like a drooling baby in a english wool cap.



MAMMUT wardobe from IKEA
It looks like it came straight out of Tiny Toons.



Jeero the Ugly Doll
Perfect doll for a boy.

the pregnancy "stupids" incident of the day

What do you get when you put a giant "lay flat to dry" chenille blanket in the dryer?

A marmot in your lint trap.


Never in my life have I seen so much fuzzy lint overflowing a dryer.

Baby Tuesday

This afternoon I thought I'd put on her ladybug costume and take photos for some halloween cards I'm gonna send out.
I put on her black shirt.
I put on her black pants.
And then when I put the bug part on, she freaked out!
It's really soft and light and loose. I have no idea why she hates it!
I had to film it, it was just too crazy...



She may look like her father, but that's pullin' a little Charlie right there.


To be fair, Franklin didn't like it either. I put it on him, I put it on my head-- nothing made her stop crying.  

I had to pick up my vitamins at the drug store and on the way to the pharmacy counter I saw that costumes were 50% off. And they had ones in her size. So I bought a little Tinkerbell costume, complete with wings.

She liked it, well for a little while at least. She even let me put the wings on her- for about 10 seconds. Not long enough for a photo.


what a pretty fairy I am 

what a very pretty fairy I am 


Baby C making bein' small and having short hair work for her. 

the snowboarder bear will have to take baby R's place until he arrives. 

I know I'm probably preachin' to the choir

I'm down on gender roles (mostly).

My exeptions are:
Men should propose marriage.
Men should have manners when it comes to women, like attempting to open doors and paying for dinner dates.
Women look bad with a shaved head, and men shouldn't shave their legs.
Men look silly in dresses.
A man should give up his seat for a woman.

And that's where it ends. I think men and women should cook, either can stay at home with the kids, either can fight in the military, be president, build a skyscraper, be a hairstylist, lift heavy objects, whatever!
We're all human beings.

With that said, I don't believe in girls and boys toys.

Girls can play with cars and boys can play with dolls. It's not gonna make them gay (even dr. phil said so).
I never thought about it because my mom, good ol' G-money, bought me matchbox cars and He-Man and microscope sets. I had dolls too and ponies. But kids should be able to play and learn with any toy they want.
In one of my philosophy classes in college, the professor told a story of a friend of hers who's little girl wanted the hot wheels toy in the happy meal. Without asking the person taking her order put a barbie happy meal on her tray.
The mom said "could I have the other kind for her?"
"But this is a girl's meal, she's a girl."
"Fine," holding her little girl in her arms "she's a boy."

I'm not implyng that's a completely outrageous story. But I think of that when I go to the toy section and they are laid out in boy's and girl's toys. Can't we squish them together? Maybe little Johnny wants a Dora the Explorer doll and maybe Sally wants a GI-Joe?

It might be a stretch, but if we encouraged nurturing qualities in boys and strength qualities in girls, might we have a better society? I like to believe so.

Power to the babies!

I waited two weeks to really get to down to business designing this playground, and of course I've been up for hours past my bedtime tonight, trying to make the deadline. I have mixed feelings about it, I mean the playground as it is, isn't terrible. But some dead guy left 20K that he wanted to go to the school, or maybe the playground, I dunno, it's very odd, but they have the means and the manpower to do it now, so I'm lending a hand. They wanted to put one of those new humongous playstructures next to the old one, but as you can see, I rejected that idea. I included the things I liked (tunnels and swings), and some cool new things that they make now (giant climbing rock and a mobius strip you can climb. Also I guess state regulations say that we have to use this certain kind of mulchy-chippy-fibery-pulp stuff, which requires a retaining wall of sorts. They are the Los Paseos Panthers, so I hope to make it look like fossilized panther tracks pressed into the wall. Here's hoping the "concrete finishers" they said they had can handle that. 

"un deux trois" while hopscotching sounds so much more exotic than "one two three," don't you think? 

Can they afford to put awnings up? Probably not. Are the meandering picnic tables pitifully left to roast out in the sun? Yes, and I thought I'd throw the idea out there. 

lots and lots of cement and stucco to work with 

so if you hadn't already figured it out

Henry- A bit too traditional, but it's my favorite old timey name.

Ransom
Our favorite singer/songwriter/rocker is Rhett Miller. But his given name is Stuart Ransom Miller. He mentions it in one of his songs and while we were listening to it one day I said "that's it! Ransom! that's the coolest name I can think of!" Kevin agreed and it stuck. And yes, it is a real name.