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Wednesday, January 28, 2004
Stupid cable modem has been out at home in the evenings these past few days. Works until about 9am. Bizarre. Cable guy coming tomorrow to check it out. Monday, January 26, 2004
Yesterday, after her nap, Isabel walked over to Bridget and stated, "Mommy, I think Daddy needs a beer." I immediately start cracking up. Bridget tells Isabel she needs to talk to Daddy if she thinks I need a beer. She asks me if I want a beer, so of course I say "sure". (Who am I to turn down a beer?) She goes over to the beer fridge and gets me a bottle. I'd followed her into the kitchen, and she turns around and hands me the bottle, saying "here you go, daddy!" very proud of herself.
Ok, I admit I'm a little conflicted. My 2.5 year old daughter fetches me beer. On the one hand, I must be a horrible person. On the other hand, I rule the free world. Eh, maybe it balances out. Since she was so nice, I asked if she wanted some juice. She says sure, so I get her a capri sun. Since it's in a flexible bag, if she squeezes it sticky juice will be everywhere, so I tell her she has to drink it in the kitchen. She takes one of the kitchen hand towels and spreads it out on the kitchen floor and sits down. I sit with her so we can have a little tea party picnic. She gets two of her dinosaurs and an elephant to have a picnic with us. We'd drink our juice or beer, and they'd each take a slurp as well. Ok, I admit I'm a little conflicted again. On the one hand, I'm drinking beer with my 2.5 year old daughter. On the other hand, we're having a nice time having a tea party. I'm hoping the horrible and wonderful balance out somehow. Thursday, January 22, 2004
Ha! Check out Goodman Games' Dungeon Crawl Classics. They are a set of new old-school retro D&D modules for those who like their roleplaying underground, with the goal of any encounter to kill the monster. They even hired Erol Otus to do the cover art for the ultimate in retro. This gives me flashbacks to jr high bigtime.
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
I love 3 day weekends.
I had a great time,taking the kids to the park on Saturday, watching NFL football games with friends on Sunday, taking the kids to the Zoo yesterday, and finishing up watching season 4 of Stargate:SG1, which ended in another cliffhanger. Fortunately for me, Season 5 is released today, and my pre-order may arrive today. Thursday, January 15, 2004
Oh, last night was just lovely. Harry has been fighting a virus, and he was running a slight fever. He woke up crying around 11:30pm, so I went down to check on him, and he was a roasting little hotpocket. Poor guy. I can't say what his actual temperature was since B lost our thermometer, but he cooled down when I got him out of his jammies.
After bringing him upstairs to our bed, we fed him some tylenol to help bring his fever down, and gave him an 8oz bottle of milk. BIG mistake. Nothing like fever to curdle milk and make him hurl it back up. Holy smokes, it smelled really really nasty. Stomach acid o rama. B and I both nearly puked it was so bad, and it was basically all over B and our comforter. After getting that mess dealt with, we gave him a little advil instead and after he got sleepy B put him back in his crib, where he fussed most of the night. Of course, today he's doing great. Tuesday, January 13, 2004
All right. The little bugger won. He's back to getting milk via a bottle. This doesn't bode well for future battles of will.
I'm doomed. But I knew that when I had a daughter, I don't know why I figured a son would be easier. I need some of the crack I must have been smoking. Last night at dinner, when Isabel wanted something (I forget what) and was denied, she smiled at B, nudged B with her elbow, and said, "Aw, c'mon buddy!" WTF? Where the hell does she get this stuff? I can't help but die laughing every time. Bridget was cleaning out the linen closet and removed all the old baby towels and receiving blankets, and was going to bundle them up to be donated until Isabel intercepted that plan. Now she puts her Baby Victoria doll on the couch, and spends the next 5 minutes slowly putting 20 layers of blanket and towel over her. After having yet another fight with Harry because he touched something she didn't want him to touch (and you can tell from his grin he knows he's doing it just to piss her off) she dumped them off, one by one, in wads, on my lap as I read the new W.E.B.Griffin "Corps" novel. Monday, January 12, 2004
On Saturday we drove down to Olympia to B's aunt's house. B's cousin-in-law (err, her mom's sister's son's wife, whatever that ends up being) is stationed at Ft Lewis for six weeks training for a year deployment to Iraq, and had a 24hr pass, so we all had dinner together and chit-chatted. None of us had ever met her before, since she lives in Nevada, but we all had a great time. She was very happy to have real food and to talk to people who weren't in in her Army unit.
On Sunday we had a pizza dinner at a friend's house. He had a gun he'd received as a xmas present that shot 2" diameter foam rings, it was a lot of fun shooting them at Isabel and having her fetch them all for me to shoot at her again. Phoom phoom phoom phoom! The only trouble was it made a horrible set of noises to go with the shooting action, if it was mine I'd take it apart and remove the speaker. We've been fighting the bottle war with that little bugger, aka Harry. He basically hasn't drunk milk since we took him off the bottle cold turkey. He'll drink watered down OJ, but refuses to drink milk in any other container. Gah! It's driving me crazy. Friday, January 09, 2004
Harry is being extremely stubborn about switching from a bottle to a sippy cup for his milk. He absolutely refuses to drink milk from anything other than a bottle, and I'm about out of patience. I'm thinking going cold turkey off that bottle is the only method that'll work.
I was doing a google search for a word I heard on the radio, "ballkuzi", and not only laughed at that, I laughed at this, which is probably not safe for work for some of you. (warning, it's scatalogical humor) Actually, I laughed so hard I nearly cried. Speaking of which, this article about the shocker, a certain obscene gesture, cracks me right up. The last picture in the article shows three girls doing it to look cool, but one of those dumb tarts doesn't even have the correct hand sign. Dork dork dork! Thursday, January 08, 2004
Wooo! Finally had poker again last night, after nearly a month off due to holidays and other distractions. I ended up winning 8 bucks, too. Felt good to play poker again.
My friend brought my a 5oz flask filled with McCarthy's Oregon single malt whiskey. It's one damn tasty whiskey, nice and peaty and smokey, like I like 'em. It'd be called Scotch if it was made in scotland. Amazing flavor for a 3yr old. Good thing it was a 5oz flask, 8oz might have killed me. As it was, 5oz is a nice hefty pour. Wednesday, January 07, 2004
It's chock full of slushy goodness here. Very very sloppy. Uff-da.
Last night I upgraded my TiVo, replacing the old 40Gb disk with a 120Gb disk I picked up at Fry's for $70. Afterwards, I helped a friend upgrade his with a 160Gb disk he got for $80 at Frys. He can only use 137Gb of it, but he felt it was worth it. 120Gb gives me roughly 40 hours at max quality. Very nice. Now all I need is a HD TiVo. Tuesday, January 06, 2004
Snow day! The stupid university waited until noon to cancel classes, so I had to come in today. There was only an inch or so when I woke up, but now there's at least 4. Sure, that doesn't sound like much, but noone here knows how to deal with it since it's so rare, and we have an awful lot more hills than most cities. Monday, January 05, 2004
On Saturday B and I got babysitting, so we were able to go see Return of the King. I'll have to admit, I think I liked it more the second time if that's at all possible. What a great movie. The end is too damn long, he should have ended it with the scene of Aragorn getting crowned.
Sunday morning we had a little brunch party for my Seahawk's playoff game. The party was fun, and the game was fun, but we lost in overtime. It's amazingly freezing outside yesterday and today. Near 20F. That's way way colder than normal for Seattle. We're supposed to get snow tonight and tomorrow. Sunday, January 04, 2004
Saturday, January 03, 2004
Did I mention that if Isabel is wearing a dress, and you leave her alone for a period of time (like, say, naptime), she'll change her own diaper when it's wet? The other day B saw a diaper left next to the changing table, and when she picked it up to dispose of it was slightly grossed out to notice it was folded up pee side out. She asked why I did that, and I'm like, "Huh?!? Don't look at me!"
We asked Isabel, and she hiked up her dress to show that she'd grabbed a pullup and put it on herself. Well, if she's not going to go along with being potty trained right now, changing her own diaper is the next best thing. Friday, January 02, 2004
Boys and girls play differently. Yesterday, while spending nearly 12 solid hours watching glorious football, I played with the kids off and on as well. Isabel was playing with her 2' rubber crocodile, so I grabbed a nearby zebra and played that it was walking to the watering hole, only to be swallowed whole by the giant croc. Isabel takes them both away from me, and plays that the zebra goes to the watering hole, where it gets kissed by the giant croc, then gets a ride in the giant croc's mouth over to the chair where a stuffed lion sat. She explained that the zebra was the baby, the croc was the momma, and the lion was the daddy.
I don't know about you, but if my parents were also my two main predators, I'd be nervous... Thursday, January 01, 2004
I learned something new last night. Champagne burns if it gets in your eye.
See, it all started when we were going to walk down the street to where we could see the fireworks at the Space Needle at midnight. I was carrying one of the bottles of champagne to drink out of. We saw, we returned. I kept drinking from this champagne bottle. Eventually, I was pretty toasty, and the bottle was nearly empty. Stupidly, I looked into the bottle. Hey, lookit that, I can sorta see through the bottle. I swing it around, looking at things. Then I tilt it up to look at something higher, and splooosh, I get champagne in my eye. Ouch. Happy New Year everyone. |
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