Saturday, December 29, 2007

Her Kaiju Phase

On Christmas Morning when Baby Girl woke up, Jason and I had decided that we would feed her breakfast before we took her out to see what Santa had brought her, a Fisher Price Farm with REAL barnyard sounds.
However, in my early morning stupor, I took her into the living room to turn on the tree and open the blinds, a normal morning activity for us. Her eye immediately honed in on that farm set up and all of its accessories. She didn't say a word, but as we walked to the kitchen, I could feel those steely-blue eyes burning into that fascinating new temptation that had appeared overnight.
I put her down in order to make her milk and then lift her up to eat, and she took off like a shot, heading for the tree and that new sight.
We followed her; what could you do?
She circled it for a moment, in awe, and then she threw up her arms to the sky and preceded to shout out like Godzilla. She then started walking forward and then fell upon the barn, knocking it over, scattering the animals, and generally wreaking havoc. Seriously, I kept expecting Raymond Burr to appear at any time.
Needless to say, there was so much excitement, I haven't quite let her know yet that there is a switch on the bottom that turns on the animal sounds. Hmmmmm, that might wait until the new year.

We're in Kansas City right now, visiting family, so Happy New Year to all!

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Happy Christmas!


May you find His light when all other lights go out.
Happy Christmas!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

A Holiday Analogy

Jason had a funeral this weekend, so yesterday, in order to be out and about, do a bit of shopping, and get out of the house, Baby Girl and I went to the mall. I had to do a Trader Joe run, so we went to Orland Park. This is one of the big malls, which means they have a full array of stores, including Williams-Sonoma.
As I was wondering around, eyeing the All-Clad roasters, the Chocolat Chaud pot, the Le Creuset line, the various mandolines, I realized that Williams-Sonoma is to me what Best Buy is to Jason.
Oh, and if you've not tried their Hot Chocolate, get yourself to the nearest store. It is really very lovely. In fact, they have a complete line of Hot Chocolate products for the whole liquid endorphin experience. I think I know what I'm going to be looking for at the after-season sales.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Author Announced to Finish WOT

In a follow-up thread, Brandon Sanderson of Mistborn fame (no, I haven't read it either, but I've put it on hold so I can!) has been chosen by Harriet Rigney to finish the Wheel of Time.

Tor's Press Release
Sanderson's website Press Release
An interview on Dragonmount.com with Sanderson

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Préciosité

Baby Girl is learning how to lay a big one on you.
She is starting to recognize that Jason and I give her kisses as signs of affection. Being the quick and precocious Baby Girl that she is, she wants to emulate what we do. However, she hasn't quite got the kissing thing down yet. She doesn't really understand that you give someone a kiss with your mouth closed. This means that she heads toward you with her mouth wide open, her little teeth shining up at you.
It is really hard to see all of those pearly whites headed for your upper lip without flinching.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

We've been on hiatus

Because I know you have all been missing out on you hit of Roslyn-goodness.
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More pictures with the jump to Flickr

Saturday, December 01, 2007

I Think Virginia Would Have Been Appalled, Too

On Wednesday, when I brought Baby Girl home from daycare, part of the papers that came home with her was an offer from the center for her to receive a letter from Santa. The gist:
"Do you remember receiving a letter from Santa acknowledging your every wish? Well, we're offering 'Letters from Santa' this year for the cost of $3.00 per letter."
When I saw this I rolled my eyes, but I left it on the kitchen table just in case Jason would be interested in doing this (because apparently now that we've had a child, writing a letter from Santa, forging a signature, and using the United States Postal Service is beyond us).
He wasn't (thankfully I called that one). But, we're sitting at the breakfast table, ruminating over our apparent and acknowledged lack of talent with stamps and envelopes, he scanned the form which allowed the letter to be "personalized". One line was a toy the child really wants and will probably receive. Jason commented that if you really wanted to mess your child up, you should list a toy that they really wanted but would have a snowball's chance in hell of getting, and then when Christmas came just explain that Santa misrepresented himself. I looked at my husband, appalled, and exclaimed that I can't believe he spends his time laboring over these types of hideous schemes. He assured me that he was able to come up with that child-scarring one on the spur of the moment.
Oh, Baby Girl, he's your dad; there's no help for it. We're stuck with him.