Sep
24
September 24, 2006
At the semi-sucky, horrifyingly crowded fair on Saturday.
Today’s geocaching outing; JB discovered a very handy way of carrying the GPS (clipped to the top of the stroller).
Taking a break on our walk this afternoon, it was surprisingly warm all weekend.
Riley’s incredibly loud, freaky zebra toy. Which he loves. Of course.
Woe.
.004 seconds later. Man, babies are psycho.
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Is it possible to just sort of hit a wall, caffeine-wise? To develop such a large tolerance no amount of Starbucks or Diet Coke can penetrate? If so, what does one do about that, go cold turkey for a while to detox? I can’t nap (see: small child, neediness thereof), I can’t snort giant lines of cocaine (see: jail, avoidance thereof), and I’m tired (ooh, somebody call the wahmbulance). I need GO-JUICE, preferably in the form of a tasty beverage rather than, ha ha, “exercise” and “eating right”, and I swear my tried and true methods of caffeine delivery are FALLING DOWN ON THE JOB.
Sep
22
September 22, 2006
I can’t believe it’s Friday already (Friday fiction? No can do this week). Where did the week go? How is Survivor already back on? And did anyone watch it last night and laugh their ass off when the heavy metal dude confessed his wove, sweet wove for the other tribe member? Also, how great was Probst’s expression?
Anyway. This morning I have chased Riley around the house, ferried him away from various inedible objects, soothed at least seven head-bumps, and peeled his hands away from the front of the television forty-eight times and finally put a “Wedge” Liberator Bedroom Adventure Gear sex pillow in front of the whole entertainment center to block him. Which I would view as a sad testament to the erotic collateral damage a small child wreaks upon a relationship, except it works so awesomely I want to buy five more, possibly for the purpose of assembling a fort to cage Riley for bathroom-break lengths of time.
“Oh, that?” I’ll say airily when people stare at the tower of geometrically designed, sensually plush cushions surrounding the boy. “It’s just, you know, sex furniture. But don’t worry, the covers are totally washable.”
Then we read his Dora the Explorer book and for the millionth time I wondered what in hell is up with Dora’s little monkey friend Boots, because his tail has this weird glowing yellow end to it, like he’s been been exposed to a nuclear reactor leak and his skin is peeling back to reveal his radioactive core.
And now it is the glorious time of napping, and I do not know what friendly gods have blessed this household with good fortune lately but Riley’s naps and bedtimes have gone exactly like this:
Put child in crib. Leave room. Child falls asleep.
I hesitate to even mention it because I’m sure it will all change soon enough and we’ll be back to the Howls of Dismay and Betrayal, but jesus it’s been nice.
Tomorrow JB and I plan to take Riley to the Puyallup Fair (this year’s motto, which as Dave Barry says, I am totally not making up: “It’s A Doozy”). This will either be a festive family outing or a horrific public shaming, depending on how Riley feels about carnies. I plan to visit the petting zoo area so I can molest a wallaby, and seek out one of those deep-fried Twinkies everyone’s all het up about. Yee-haw!
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Hey! Are you visiting sundrybuzz? Huh huh huh? I posted about the mineral makeup, and a book I enjoyed recently, and there’s this awesome link to a pen spinning video, and today I’ll post an update to the crappy hair issue (thrilling teaser: there has been a vast improvement!).
Now is the end of the pimping. The end of the pimping is now.
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Also, would you like a piece of cereal bar?
It’s been pre-mashed and dampened with infant saliva! Mmmmmm.
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