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May 27, 2006
The boy was in a bad mood.
We weren’t sure why.
Maybe it was his hair.
I tried to entertain him with quotes from The Shining.
“Danny’s not here, Mrs. Torrance. Danny can’t wake up. Danny’s gone away, Mrs. Torrance.”
He was still in a bad mood.
We tried distracting him with toys.
But he was still grumpy.
What’s wrong, Riley?
Are you hungry?
Tired?
Have you fallen to the bottom of an abandoned oil well?
Okay, fine. Be that way.
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Heyyy….Riley…
Come to candy mountain, Riley. Let’s go to candy mountain, Riley.
Yeah, Riley. We’re going on an adventure, Riley.
Riiiiilleeeeeyyy…..we’re on a bridge, Riley.
Ahh. That’s better.
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Quotes from “The Shining” indeed! Wait till he’s riding his wee trike round and round the house, you’ll have soooo many Shining-inspired moments together! I can see you now, hunched over your keyboard, the words “All Sundry and no play” forming over and over on the screen….
This entire post made me giggle.
Weird. The minute that started my 15 month old dropped his toy and ran over and stood transfixed. I bookmarked it for future distaction purposes…heh.
De-lurking to comment…love your blog and am thrilled to have double doses these days.
I’m not sure which is worse… that I WATCHED that video to the end or that Tattoo, who has been fussing ALL DAMN DAY, sat still and stared for the entire three minutes and 32 seconds or whatever it was.
Then again, Beanie was fond of “Pie” from Weebl & Bob and Buster would sit for hours while I played Bounce Out with the sound turned way up. Mother of the Year, that’s me!
That was almost as good as the llama song. Except a little more disturbing.
uuuuhhhh…huh?
That was phenonimal. Starla LOVED it. -.-
THANK YOU for that. Seriously. I’m not an infant, but I can’t get enough.
Wow.
But shouldn’t those horns be somewhere else? Say…more on the tips of their noses?
My son was mesmerized. He also loves http://www.themooseisloose.net/funny_cats.html and http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=xjqJHe5yavs
HA!
I watched that video last night before I went to bed (via your link) and woke up this morning giggling to myself as I called out, “Chhhhaarrlie, chaaaarlie, chhhhhaarlie, we’re on a bridge, chaaarlie…” So much quoting potential, my friends will suffer for at least a good two weeks. If I’m nice I’ll give the link so they might know what I’m on about.
HILARIOUS!
Heh. Damn scary video. And ooh, G5 — though doesn’ the fan on that drive you INSANE? It’s so loud!
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junebug: My iMac doesn’t make much noise at all, at least not compared to JB’s loud-ass Toshiba. Maybe there’s something going on with your system? Or maybe I am deaf.
haha! that is one of the funniest things i think i’ve seen! i LOVE it! :)
thanks for sharing!
There will be many faux-hawks in my son’s future. He first has to grow enough hair.
The photo of Riley giving you the tiny cold shoulder is so freaking cute…Must. Tickle. Baby. Feet!
you totally have to post that pic of baby-with-toys on stuff on my cat (http://www.stuffonmycat.com/)
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I’ve been wanting to read the help for so long. I’ve heard great thnigs from so many people. I just never find time to read when I’m chasing a toddler around all day and running a business from home I love that line from the skin you live in. So beautiful. I might have to get that for my little boy.
Bill:This trip into Sonora reminds me of farming by SC Pueblo people in the 1940s. We plowed with horses, irrigating from the Rio or SC Creek, daily we nurtured corn, blue, flint corn, and sweet corn, melons in another field, alfalfa and hay for the horses for winter feed. On the high plateaus, we grew pinto beans by dry farming. Praying for rain. One man, Rumaldo, had rich gardens at the mouth of SC Canyon. He grew tomatoes, cantaloupe, sweet peas, sweet corn, squash and he had orchards of peaches, apricots, apples. “Lumando” shared his bounty by driving his wagon to all houses, inviting people in the Pueblo to pick their choice of fresh fruits, veggies. Generosity. T