Because I now have baby blog

My friend Korie gave me the idea to chronicle Emily's growth by taking a picture with the same object every month. Can you tell which on is the real baby?



Two months

Are you sick of the flower yet?  I have a million other bows but this is the one that is always nearby and it always matches. Plus, I've never been too girlie-- this is as good as it gets.

Rambling thoughts from the middle of the night

A new post for the blog was working itself out in my brain during one of Chickie's midnight meals.  The post would be brilliant, it would explain the sheep herding documentary John and I watched the other day. I would go into great detail about how the herder dressed a new lamb in what seemed to be a little outfit we both assumed was to keep the baby warm.  It was so cute.  Then I would go on to recount how the little "outfit" was actually the skin of a still-born lamb and it was placed on this lamb so the mother of the dead baby would think the impostor lamb was hers.  My story would conclude with a very real statement that I finally understood the history behind the expression, "a wolf in sheep's clothing".  The end.

But then I got distracted thinking about all the fascinating, useless facts I could share. I get these facts mostly from stories on NPR and more times than not, I end up having a "driveway moment" at my destination. 

I could include the ultra interesting history of overalls, especially the striped one's worn by rail workers (so as to be seen by the trains, duh). 

Everyone would be asking for more about the story I heard about redesigning the toothbrush and the fact that there are about five different grips people use to brush their teeth (the majority of women use the "death grip").

And did you know there's a person whose job it is to engineer the sounds our electronic devices make?  You know-- the beep of pushing a button on your phone, the click of your iPod, the turn signal in your car.  Getting just the right tone is a rigorous process, believe me.

And did you know the banjo was invented by Southern slaves and that it was based on instruments they knew from West Africa? If you're interested in learning more just ask, I wrote a paper on it.

I also wrote a paper about how various cultures divide color.  Some people refer to all colors as either black or white.  Then the next color to be distinguished from all the rest is always red. Fascinating! I should be on NPR.

It all sounded good in the middle of the night.

By the way, Kitty turned 6 last week.

Life according to Bogda

Every man wants to marry Cinderella-- someone who will do all the chores and look like a princess at the same time.  The problem is that once they turn into the princess, they stop doing all the chores.

Bogda

My parents made me Cinderella at an early age so now I hate chores. Looking like a princess was never in my skill set.

If you're going to miss a week of school...

...go to Priest Lake!

Chickie at the beach

Tootsie Pops are the lakeside staple

Jazz hands

I hate that this is blurry... my camera was out of batteries.

 

Sitting in the rock garden




If it's not one...



...then its the other



Old Blue

Hanging out in Chickie's tent

Talking to Great-Grammie



View from the deck



The front/backyard, depending on who you ask.

More TV watching

Last Friday I found myself watching "Karaoke Battle USA", don't ask me why.  It was like all the other singing shows except this time Carnie Wilson was a judge.  Every time I see Carnie I think about the time Beth said she thought she was the Carnie of the sisters... that made me laugh because it was not even close to being true, except maybe it was her hair style at the time.  Remember when Carnie had a short-lived talk show? So I there I was watching some really great singers and some really tacky ones, and guess who I thought should score more points?  The tacky, cheesy ones.  It is karaoke after all, not American Idol. 

Back to the point- I was only half watching when Terence took the stage.  Carnie asked why he should be crowned the King of Karaoke and he responded, "Because I'm undeniable."  I thought that was kind of funny because of the way he said it.  Since I could not find the clip anywhere on youtube without having to watch the whole episode again, and I won't do that, not even for Terence, I will just have to describe him as an overly effeminate, heavy set black man.  When he started singing I noticed that he was from none other than Castle Rock, Colorado and worked in Customer Service.  That made me pause.  Literally.  I paused the TV.

Take this however you want, but there are not many black people here in Castle Rock... and it is especially rare to find a young, effeminate black man in our town.  So I shuffled through my mind and then it hit me-- the Good Times drive-thru! Terence works at Good Times!  Or at least he did until he made it big on the karaoke scene.

The boring first day of school post

Kitty is in first grade and is super excited.

After four years John was finally relaxed about going to school this morning-- fourth grade!



Chickie got a little bored with the whole thing.