Sunday, December 30, 2007
I'm calling shenanigans
Now, this...
Oddly similar, eh? I did not know rappers listened to Michael McDonald.
How 'bout a nice diamond studded cougar?

All this to say that Darr in a surprise Christmas move bought me a new piece for my collection. And it's perfect given that our little one has recently discovered his hands, and is learning that he has the power to grasp things with the fingers on said hands. A ruggedly delicate leather cord with five tiny square brushed sterling silver boxes, one of which has a teeny diamond on each side. If I had to describe it in two words, I'd choose hippie chic. It's lovely. AND has matching earrings. Something to note since both Valentine's Day and my birthday will inevitably cross our path in the new year.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Books bonanza
We met Noodle and her mom at Powell's today, purchasing several books to add to Henry's library before heading over to P.F. Chang's for lunch. (Man, do I love their Kung Pao Chicken.) Books acquired -Duck at the Door
Wolves
The Gruffalo's Child
Bing (package of four, including Bed Time, Paint Day, Something for Daddy, and Get Dressed)
Yesterday, when we hit Spoiled Rotten to take advantage of their moving sale (40-60% off selected merchandise), we picked up a few more books. And we also got started on Christmas shopping for next year. Woohoo!
Won't You Be My Hugaroo?
Vegetables
Books, books, books! I can't get enough of 'em. And even though it's a little early, Henry and I take time every weekday, usually before his afternoon nap, to lie on the floor and read a couple. Holding the books in the air above us, Henry and I flip through the pages. The ones with a lot o' text need to be sped through rather quickly or I lose his attention. I figure at this rate, we'll be hitting Joseph Conrad by the time he's three.
Airport Security Follies
"Six years after the terrorist attacks of 2001, airport security remains a theater of the absurd. The changes put in place following the September 11th catastrophe have been drastic, and largely of two kinds: those practical and effective, and those irrational, wasteful and pointless.
The first variety have taken place almost entirely behind the scenes. Explosives scanning for checked luggage, for instance, was long overdue and is perhaps the most welcome addition. Unfortunately, at concourse checkpoints all across America, the madness of passenger screening continues in plain view. It began with pat-downs and the senseless confiscation of pointy objects. Then came the mandatory shoe removal, followed in the summer of 2006 by the prohibition of liquids and gels. We can only imagine what is next...
... Conventional wisdom says the terrorists exploited a weakness in airport security by smuggling aboard box-cutters. What they actually exploited was a weakness in our mindset ...
... we are content wasting billions of taxpayer dollars and untold hours of labor in a delusional attempt to thwart an attack that has already happened ...... The three-ounce container rule is silly enough — after all, what’s to stop somebody from carrying several small bottles each full of the same substance — but consider for a moment the hypocrisy of T.S.A.’s confiscation policy. At every concourse checkpoint you’ll see a bin or barrel brimming with contraband containers taken from passengers for having exceeded the volume limit. Now, the assumption has to be that the materials in those containers are potentially hazardous. If not, why were they seized in the first place? But if so, why are they dumped unceremoniously into the trash? They are not quarantined or handed over to the bomb squad; they are simply thrown away. The agency seems to be saying that it knows these things are harmless. But it’s going to steal them anyway, and either you accept it or you don’t fly...
... The fact that crew members, many of whom are former military fliers, and all of whom endured rigorous background checks prior to being hired, are required to take out their laptops and surrender their hobby knives, while a caterer or cabin cleaner sidesteps the entire process and walks onto a plane unimpeded, nullifies almost everything our T.S.A. minders have said and done since September 11th, 2001...... The truth is, regardless of how many pointy tools and shampoo bottles we confiscate, there shall remain an unlimited number of ways to smuggle dangerous items onto a plane. The precise shape, form and substance of those items is irrelevant. We are not fighting materials, we are fighting the imagination and cleverness of the would-be saboteur...
... I’m not sure which is more troubling, the inanity of the existing regulations, or the average American’s acceptance of them and willingness to be humiliated...... How we got to this point is an interesting study in reactionary politics, fear-mongering and a disconcerting willingness of the American public to accept almost anything in the name of “security.” Conned and frightened, our nation demands not actual security, but security spectacle. And although a reasonable percentage of passengers, along with most security experts, would concur such theater serves no useful purpose, there has been surprisingly little outrage. In that regard, maybe we’ve gotten exactly the system we deserve.
12:48 in the A.M.
"The guy who chased down Senator John Breaux in the airport and said "Senator Breaux, don't let the government get its hands on Medicare.""hee hee.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Member no. 438
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Save Journeyman
Like the show? Hate to see it go? You can make a difference. There is a Rice-a-Roni campaign and you can take part. Click here for more info. To save you the trip to another site, here's the basic stuff.Send a box of Rice-a-Roni (the show is based in San Fran) to Jeff Zucker at the following address:
Jeff Zucker c/o NBC
Re: Journeyman
30 Rockefeller Plaza
New York, NY 10112
Include a letter expressing your love for the show and how NBC is losing an opportunity to scoop up awards and bring in tons o' cash via DVD sales. Then, if ye have a blog of your own, help spread the word by linking to the site and encouraging your readership to get involved.
Darr's drink
Me: What?
Darr: Well, I made myself a gin and tonic. And I forgot the gin.
Me: You forgot a crucial ingredient.
<insert laughter here>
<insert Darr's hiccup here>
<insert more laughter here>
Do not read this post
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Pantone's color of the year
Congrats to color no. 18-3943 (blue iris) for winning Pantone's coveted Color of the Year award."Blue Iris brings together the dependable aspects of blue, underscored by a strong, soul-searching purple cast. Emotionally, it is anchoring and meditative with a touch of magic."Okay, so, yeah, um, did 2007 feel chili pepper (red) to you?
-Leatrice Eiseman, executive director of the Pantone Color Institute
Friday, December 21, 2007
Hmmm...what is that?
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Month Two
Today marks your 63rd day on the planet. It is approximately 6:45 in the morning and you have just finished eating and already slipped back into a peaceful sleep. If the routine holds, you'll remain this way for another two to three hours before you wake again, hungry and happy to see me. Happier still to see da boobs, which so far have done the job of providing you with the nourishment you need to grow. And grow you have. Yesterday we took you to the doctor's for your two-month checkup. Your height is most impressive for such a little guy. You can thank your dad for that. You were a little trooper, hardly crying at all when the two nurses came in and simultaneously shot two vaccines in each of your still-not-quite-chubby thighs. Your first flavor, other than milk, was the cherry-flavored infant Tylenol we gave you to help with the pain. The choice of cherry seems odd for little humans who have yet to experience cherries but you accepted the new taste with a slight "what is this?" look on your face. And then you smiled and spit up a little.
You are starting to see your world more clearly. It is infinitely interesting to you, even distracting you from eating at times. Your emerging eyesight means we can play games that engage you so we've taken to breaking out the flashcards throughout the day. Holding these black and white cards above your head, we've introduced you to a variety of jungle animals, working on animal sounds to help advance your vocal range. "What's a parrot say?" <insert pause while we try to figure out what a parrot does indeed say>
You are changing at a rate that would be alarming if it weren't so normal. We're just trying to keep up. To keep up with you and the ever-growing mountain of laundry that has come into existence since you arrived. Someday I'll teach you how to do laundry, but it probably will only be the folding and putting away part of laundry as we can't afford to replace clothing were a mistake to be made placing one of your red socks in with the whites causing chaos. That's money better placed in a fund for your college tuition.
Love,
Mom
Doc visit numero deux
We made our second trip to the doc's yesterday for Henry's two month checkup. I made Darr leave work early to accompany me as I heard a rumor shots were involved and there was no way I was going to be alone with Henry for that experience. Good thing, too, as Darr was able to hold Henry while he received shots in his upper thighs as I cringed on the sidelines and waited for the inevitable wails. The nurses double-teamed poor Henry, both administering two shots in each of his tiny little baby thighs. There was the slightest of pauses before Henry, realizing the trespass, turned bright red and began what would have surely been a heart-wrenching scream if Darr hadn't been present to immediately flip Henry onto his stomach, thereby providing enough distraction to avert the major vocal display of unhappiness. Henry's stats are as follows:Height: 24.25 (90%ile)
Weight: 11.05 (50%ile)
Head Circumference: 15.5 inches (25%ile)
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Shows: What we're watching
We love, love, love Notes From the Underbelly. This show premiered last season and it had us laughing hysterically every time an episode aired. The main couple is expecting their first kid - like we were. They drive a Mini Cooper - like we do. They have friends with a kid - we, too, have friends with a kid. And the pregnant wife had cravings whilst driving - as did I. It's all so familiar. Thankfully, it's returned and is just as amusing as ever.Next on the list, Journeyman. The only drama in the mix. This one took us awhile to warm up
to but the storyline is picking up. This isn't one of those shows with a fat guy and a pretty, thin wife with kids. It's all about handsome men and gorgeous ladies. Oh, and there's a time traveling element to keep you saying things like "Wtf?" and "I didn't see that coming." If you've already caught this one, did the lack of any significant resemblance between the supposed two brothers stand out to you? Because I have to comment on that pretty much every time the show is on.
The Big Bang Theory was a complete surprise. Remember Darlene's boyfriend on Roseanne? He's back in a new comedy that is hilariously funny. First of all, Leonard and Sheldon are two of the characters' names. Leonard and Sheldon. As if one of the names alone wasn't funny enough. The premise - two super genius boys who live across the hall from a Cheesecake Factory waitress. Boy wants girl, girl is oblivious. You totally know where this one is headed but the clever writing and smart repartee make it fun to watch regardless. On a side note, Sara Gilbert has a cameo as Leonard's casual sex partner. Their scenes together are not to be missed.
And finally, Samantha Who?, starring Christina Applegate as an amnesiac who is learning who she is as she figures out who she was. Sound ridiculous? It is. But the show has some great supporting characters (and no, I'm not talking about the guy from 7th Heaven).
Lastly, (yeah, I know the previous paragraph says "finally" but I forgot one show), Pushing Daisies. I didn't initially want to watch this one because I thought the male lead character looked a tad bizarre with eyebrows that were a touch overzealous in nature but then, during one of my many late night/early morning feedings, I hopped on the old streaming video bandwagon and tuned in and FELL IN LOVE. This show sort of has that feeling, that one that says it could be a really cool high school production with just the right amount of cheese. It is so sugary sweet I have to fight the urge to get up from my seat on the couch, approach the screen, and lick the t.v. The two main characters - the pie maker and Chuck (a girl) - are perfectly cast in their respective roles. The show is Cute, with a capital "C".
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Pascal quote
"Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction."
-Blaise Pascal
Monday, December 17, 2007
Last minute Christmas idea
I first learned about Dave when I stumbled on his blog, Kermit the Blog two or three years ago. (Baby brain makes the memory a little shaky, eh?) He had a link to another one of his blogs, Daddy Daze, that I didn't really start religiously reading until after my friend told us she was pregnant, about 18 months ago. Dave has some great content on Daddy Daze, content I've found infinitely more relevant since I became pregnant and little Henry arrived. Well, Dave recently announced that his employer is closing shop next year. And after searching for gainful employment, Dave came to the realization that this event is presenting him with a unique opportunity. To write. Full-time. I have to support that. Because it takes an inordinate amount of courage to chase your dream when you've got a wife and two kids and there are no guarantees. So, if there is anyone out there who is needing a last-minute gift idea for me, I ask you to donate to Dave instead.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Premier dîner - Amis avec des bébés
Erin and Henry performed splendidly, both being the super cute genius babies that they are. What we learned? We've got to get a move on securing Henry a spot in daycare soon before it's too late. Note to self: Call facility on Monday to get our names on whatever waiting list may exist. Be prepared to offer bribe if necessary. Certainly, we don't mean to imply that anything untoward happened between the two youngsters but, um, well, Erin did leave wearing Henry's onesie. That's all I'm saying.
We don't know if Henry was just overwhelmed by having to work at being charming all evening or if he's beginning to learn how bedtime works but by 11:00p.m., he was asleep - by himself! - in our bed. He stayed asleep when we joined him around 1:00a.m., and didn't wake up until 3:15a.m. The reason I'm able to type all of this is because Henry has had the good sense after feeding to go back to sleep. Erin has our blessing to return at any time. Oh, and her parents can come, too. It is nice to sprinkle adult conversation into our normal litany of baby observations.
Of course, there were pictures...
Friday, December 14, 2007
I baby, therefore I Mac
Our friends over at McMiller PDX just bought themselves a shiny new iMac and we couldn't be happier. I'm all about Mac proliferation. Shortly after Leopard was released (you can read about the wonderfulness that is Leopard here and here and here and, oh yeah, here too), Darr and I wrapped up H. "You can call me Huck" Finn Gilroy and hit Apple to get Darr a MacBook Pro. (I am currently using a MacBook - matte black. You can call her Molly.) The new computer, currently untitled, doubles as a work computer for Darr and a family computer for, well, the family, although I have yet to sit down and play with it.Anyway, as far as I can tell, and even during those times when I'm frustrated with my Mac, usually because it is too smart and clever for me, all peoples should buy Macs. Check out the new holiday commercial (just when I thought these commercials were getting old and rather mean, poor PCs). And see below for an example of the simple fun to be had on a Mac.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Nog gith baby!
My Kinko's adventure began last weekend when I stopped by the store to print out the family newsletter I include with the Christmas cards. It's a tradition I started when Darr and I got married. Our first newsletter (see pic) was mailed out to family and friends when we left on our honeymoon so that people heard the news from us since hardly anyone was invited to witness our nuptials. (Seriously, only ten guests were present.) Anyway, I showed up there with disk in hand and proceeded to place my order. I always need help with this and I think I know why now. There is something weird about Apple's pdf creator. Or perhaps not weird but rather something that isn't compatible with the PC world that is Kinko's.Print Attempt #1 - Get a weird shadow behind one picture and the word "the" in the banner. Guy behind the counter unsuccessfully tries to tweak the pdf. When this fails, he opens the PostScript file and recreates the pdf. He suggests I create the pdf off the ps file next time instead of directly from the application. Successful print but I now realize the standard laser printer paper is too shiny. I hate shine. Unless it's jewelry. Select new paper. Lightweight and semi-matte, like what the eggshell finish does for paint.
Print Attempt #2 - Everything goes smoothly. I see the completed newsletter briefly as he slips the lid on the box before I pay. My mistake. Get home and try to fold the newsletter to slip in the envelopes. Paper's too thick. Surely this isn't the stuff I selected. Fold a few newsletters anyway, stuff them into the envelopes and seal before determining I hate the thickness of the paper (think cardstock) almost as much as I hate shine. Will have to go back. Figure since they'll be reprinted, I'll make a few adjustments. Save the pdf from the ps file as instructed earlier. Wrap up baby, get in car, drive to Kinko's.
Print Attempt #3 - Different guy behind the counter assists me. It is determined that the paper used is further down from the sample that I selected. Different guy tries to locate the order to see if I wrote down the paper selection wrong. I explain there isn't an order form because I didn't fill one out. Continues to look another five minutes or so before concluding there was not, indeed, an order form filled out. Starts questioning me about the paper selection. "No, I did not want cardstock. I picked out this." <point finger at the sample in the paper sample book on the counter> "That's not what you got." "Right." "You asked for the cardstock?" "No. I asked for this. He gave me that." "The cardstock. But that wasn't what you asked for." "Exactly." Hand over the new disk and wait to check the proof. It looks good on the paper I selected but the shadows have returned. I request he try making the pdf from the ps file, which thankfully I included on the disk.
Print Attempt #4 - Recreated pdf looks great but new problem occurs. There is some issue with the fonts I used and the font reader on the printer as, for example, what used to say "Now with baby!" now says "Nog gith baby!" Wtf?! The entire document looks as if it has been written in elvish.
Print Attempt #5 - Kinko's employee suggests trying a new computer as the one he is using has been acting out lately. Move to second computer. Print out copy. Elven writing is gone. Finally. My copies are made. I hand the too thick versions back to him for shredding. I take my new copies and my kid and leave the store.
All this to say the cards are in the mail.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
A Santa Story
Future goat riding
Henry was relatively quiet and cute. When his first outfit got a little too spit-laden, we changed him into his lamb pajamas before handing back to Raymond. He seemed to really enjoy the Diana Krall c.d. Ann had playing - she danced with him for a bit and he LOVED that - so guess what we'll be buying to play for him the next time he gets fussy. (iTunes makes it too easy.) We already knew that Raymond had goats but he told us they have little saddle-type things for when they take the goats backpacking and that once Henry was a touch older, we could bring him back over for some goat riding. Sweet. Can you imagine the scrapbook page I can make with that? 'Cuz I can and it's priceless.
*Fucking hungry
Saturday, December 08, 2007
News: Holy crap, he rolled over!
Friday, December 07, 2007
Monsieur Henri likes his crib
It's been nearly 20 minutes since I snapped the photo above and Monsieur Henri is still napping. Methinks he likes his crib. Woohoo!
UPDATE: Henry's nap in the crib lasted nearly two and a half hours. The next step will be to place him in there during the night to see how he does.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
The Memory Keeper's Daughter
So, a review. I don't really want to write one. The book was enjoyable, an easy albeit somewhat slow read. The story is about a man who decides, when his baby is born with Down Syndrome - it's the twin of a first-born son who is perfect, to have the baby sent away to an institution unbeknownst to the mother. The plot twist? The nurse he gives the baby to decides to take care of the child herself. (And that is something you learn on the back cover of the book so I'm not giving anything away.) As expected, this wreaks havoc on the family as the father suffers under the weight of the secret and the mother, who is told her twin daughter is dead, cannot recover from the loss. It doesn't take a literary detective to figure out how the book ends.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Meeting Miss Amelia
Monday, December 03, 2007
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Christmas cost
parents - 2
siblings - 4
spouses of siblings - 3
nieces - 2
nephews - 5
For a grand total of 16. Assuming we could keep the average gift cost to $10, there wouldn't be a problem. $160 and everybody gets a present to unwrap Christmas morning. Alas, what are the odds you'd be able to find that perfect gift for everyone on your list for $10 or less? Answer: Not good. Realistically, the price per person hovers around the $50-$75 mark, with more being spent on mom and dad. Conclusion: the cost of Christmas is becoming a little ridiculous.
So, I recently started a discussion on how to revamp our current buy-everyone-a-gift strategy for next year's holiday. My idea, have the kids draw names and buy for each other. As I see it, this accomplishes two things (at least) - 1. reduces the cost and B) makes Christmas shopping easier for the buyer. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get the correct sizing for six kids and to remember what you've given in the past to avoid duplication?
I was given a myriad of reasons why this idea sucked. What's worse, the family seems split with some members supporting the gift exchange and others vehemently opposed. The conversation has been put on the shelf for a while but it will inevitably come back up. Options presented include having the adults draw names, buying for one sibling's entire family, buying for the sibling you live closest to (this option reduces the shipping and handling costs), cease buying Christmas gifts for the kids since they get a boatload of presents from grandma, grandpa, Santa, and their parents already. No solution offered seemed to please everyone. Has anyone else in blogland dealt with the increasing cost of Christmas? If so, what was the solution and how is it working?




