Update

June 28, 2007

Sorry, been pretty busy lately, but here are some things which are going on:

  • I’ve been periodically checking out drool.icio.us on Babble.com. It is many of the same folk who spew forth anything child-related on Strollerdeby, but this time with products both new and newly discovered. The good thing is that they cover a lot of Green Baby, Natural and Organic. I’d give you links to the tags, but they haven’t yet been consistantly applying these tagbs. Still interesting to check it out now and then.
  • Stroller decision has been put off in favor of Getting Our Daughter’s New Room Ready and Finding a Name For The Boy.
  • So far, the strawberry cage is holding up. And we’re getting zucchini ready to be picked in the garden.
  • Oh, and my daughter’s turning 3 pretty soon. Holy crap!

Long, Crazy Weekend

June 26, 2007

We survived the rushed weekend back home for my nephew’s graduation party. Although, not without some excitement.

My car was leaking some reddish/pinkish liquid. I took it in to the Toyota dealer (fortunately, there is one not far from my mother’s house), and it turns out it was leaking transmission fluid. Not good. They dug a little deeper and discovered that when my local dealer did the 30k mile service, they overfilled the transmission fluid. I guess it could have been worse. The dealer drained and refilled while I sat and watched CNN and consumed their free popcorn and coffee.

Oh, and a woman taking a test drive drove one of the dealer’s cars into the side of the building, knocking down part of the wall. At least I got some entertainment.

Other than that, my daughter had fun playing with her almost-6-year-old cousin and being more of a social butterfly at the party than I’ve ever seen her be before.

Some quick highlights from the ride home:

  • My daughter wore her Big Girl Underwear on the car ride there and back for the first time. And no accidents!
  • My daughter also named all her toes on the way home. One was named after her, the rest after kids in her Big Girl School. It was interesting to note that the older kids were the bigger toes, and the babies were the littler toes.
  • I taught my daughter to say, “Ev’nin’ Guvnuh!” (yeah, I don’t know why), and she was saying to people at the rest stops. It cracked me up.

I am sure I have More Important Things I Learned to discuss, but I wanted to post to let y’all know I am still here…


One more quickie

June 22, 2007

I’m sure most of you have seen it, but this Dramatic Prarie Dog/Chipmunk/Guinnea Pig video just cracks me up every time.

For some reason, the humor appears to be lost on almost-three-year-olds.


Where does the time go..?

June 22, 2007

Good lord, where does the time go?

My nephew was 5 years old when Ms. Kaz first met him. He was just a little kid who would giggle when Ms. Kaz tickled him and would yell, “Missed me! Missed me! Now you gotta kiss me!” and after Ms. Kaz kissed his head, he’d say, “No! On the lips!” which I remember totally shocked Ms. Kaz at the time.

Now, he’s going to be going off to college. His graduation was last night. He’ll be living on his own for the first time. And soon he’ll be voting. Yowza.

And I look at my daughter, and am still amazed at how I can have conversations with her. I look at her laying in bed in the morning when I go to wake her up, and I am amazed at how tall she looks. I look at pictures from just last fall, and she still looks a bit like a baby. I look at her now, and she looks more like a big girl. I can only imagine how big she will look compared to the baby.

I am amazed by the things she can do; change her clothes, go potty by herself, help with cooking, etc. I find it funny how she tells me, before going on the potty, that I need to leave, because she “need[s] some privacy, please.”

And it has been almost a year since I started the blog.

Of course, none of this makes me feel old. No, what makes me feel old is the fact that I am still sore on Friday from playing hockey on Wednesday.

We’re off to my nephew’s graduation party this weekend. Have a good one, everyone!


Just a quickie…

June 21, 2007

Sorry, I’ve been kind of busy, between work and thinking about setting up one of our bedrooms to be our daughter’s new room when the baby comes.

She wants to paint the walls purple. Okay, no problem. “Dark purple!” she tells me. Uhh… I think we’ll go with a lighter purple.

I’m also thinking of getting some of those sweet Blik wall decals for her wall — I’m thinking the flowers and the alphabet ones are the ones we’ll go for. Ironically, the flower ones are shown on a purple wall.

We have a dresser in there already, which was Ms. Kaz’s when she was a kid. The drawers do not open easily, and we’re having a bit of a debate about whether we want that, or if we want drawers she can open easily. Currently, she uses the drawers on the changing table for her clothes. She likes to pick out her own clothes (especially her Big Girl Underwear), so I’m leaning toward getting something she can easily open. Something like this from IKEA. Perhaps the yellow version would look nice with the purple walls.

Unless someone has experience in adding glide rails to drawers which don’t have any…?

Oh, and a quick quote from dinner last night (names have been changed):

Daughter: Stephen likes girls!
Ms. Kaz: Really?
Daughter: He likes to dance with girls!

Ms. Kaz later relayed to me that our daycare provider told her that this same Stephen, all of 1 year old or so, was trying to hug my daughter and she kept yelling, “get him off me! get him off me!”

Good girl.


DIY Project Update

June 19, 2007

So, I finally had a chance to work on that $4 tag sale special plastic picnic table I mentioned previously. I had to wait for conditions to be just right — a warm, sunny, not-too-humid, not-too-windy day (according to the instructions on the paint can), and a weekend where my daughter took naps (my instructions), and I could get away with working on whatever I wanted (Father’s Day).

As I mentioned, Krylon makes a spray paint which is designed to adhere to plastic outdoor crap. Blue and Red weren’t my first choice for colors, but the selection was limited. It turned out pretty nice looking anyway.

Table “before”Of course, I forgot to take a Before picture, but I got a half-way-through picture. Just picture faded, cracked yellow where the red is in the first picture.

Seeing as how I was going to paint over the orange on the sides anyhow, I didn’t care too much about getting red there when doing the top and benches. But I used some blue painters tape, using one of those things for applying spackle to push the tape in the cracks. Read the rest of this entry »


Happy Father’s Day

June 18, 2007

“Wake up, sweetie.”

My daughter did not want to wake up. She’d groan and stretch and close her eyes again.

“We need to wish daddy a Happy Father’s Day…”

This did the trick. My daughter’s eyes snapped open, she got a big grin on her face and ran into our bedroom. “Happy Father’s Day, daddy!” she yelled as she ran to where I was sleeping. She climbed up and gave me a big hug.

That was the only present I needed.

* * *

But it wasn’t the only present I got.

“I needed to check with your sister about your present”, cleaning an area of the kitchen counter we don’t normally clean, and being told not to go into the basement because my present was down there. These were all hints. But I never guessed that I would get a single-brew coffee maker for Father’s Day.

You see, Ms. Kaz doesn’t tries not to drink coffee (much) at home. During the week, I am happy with my tea in the morning at home, then (free) coffee at work. But on the weekends, my body yearns for a cup of coffee.

We never feel it is worth setting up and grinding and making the coffee on the weekends, so we never did. I always said we should get one of these, but I never thought Ms. Kaz would indulge me. She doesn’t want me drinking too much coffee. I promised to continue drinking tea on weekdays at home.

… And you can buy packets to have this thing make hot chocolate, too! Read the rest of this entry »


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