Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Mmmmm, Yummy Bisphenol A!

This is very scary. (Thanks for the link, Amber.) For all current and soon-to-be parents, please consider something like this, okay?

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

I Guess The Answer Is No...

There was not quite enough yarn for two whole baby socks. Rats.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Thursday, February 22, 2007


Yesterday's high was 66, the daffodils were blooming, the air smelled of flowers and spring. Today...

So we are inside, working of warming projects, like knitting! I finished my pair of socks, and started one for Tank Boy. Do you think that teeny tiny ball of yarn at the top will be enough for one more baby sock? Cross yer fingers!

Thursday, February 15, 2007

So Cute It Hurts

Hope Valentines Day found y'all in fine fettle. Red undies and knee highs optional...

Update: Pop on over and vote for Jackson as the cutest Valentine baby, okay?

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Agony or Ecstasy?

I have a very strange relationship with television. I do not watch television, I do however watch a select few television shows. (I just love semantics!) Alrighty then, to explain this, it helps to know that we live in the sticks. We do not actually "get" any television stations here at the ol' ranch. Therefore, to feed our love of pop culture and stuff, we purchase tv shows off of iTunes, and then watch them on a laptop computer while snuggled up on the couch. Yes, we pay for what most people get for free. It's worth it.

I really like this system. See, I can't have regular tv in the house because I have trained myself out of it. I have no resistance when it comes to turning on a tv, nor do I have that internal filter that allows one to do stuff while watching it. And speaking of filters, I also can't filter out the horrendous gratuitous violence that is standard prime-time fare these days. Despite this extreme sensitivity to all things gross, one of the shows we do watch on a regular basis is Grey's Anatomy.

Half the time, I'm fine with this show, the episodes about sex and relationship nonsense. The other half the time I sit there sweating and hyperventilating and saying "Why, oh why, am I watching this?" Not to be a spoiler or anything, but last week's episode (or we could download it last week, is it the same in the real world?) had me nearly catatonic with panic. Unfortunately The Hub also picked that show to sleep through, despite my persistent poking. I didn't realize exactly how awful the show made me feel until I had to listen to it AGAIN while The Hub watched the next day. I had to get up and leave. And I couldn't even see the picture from where I was. And yet I can't wait for the next one. Is television supposed to be this masochistic?

And this is not the final extent of last week's strangeness. We also watched the latest Battlestar Galactica which was all about inoculating Sagiterons, those freaky hippies that refuse medical treatment. And this was the day before we were to take The Little Man in for his first vaccinations. See I have been (a freaky hippy) stalling on these things because there is a small, but possible, chance that your baby could a) have an allergic reaction to some of the ingredients b) get the disease or c) have some horrendous extreme reaction and suffer brain damage and/or death. Having already dealt with a death from seizure disorder, this vaccination process brought me to (you guessed it!) near catatonia due to panic. And here was my pop culture reinforcing my worst fears. Thanks. Thanks a lot you guys!

So (yes, Dad) we are proceeding with the vaccinations, we are just going in a very slow and conservative manner so that if he does have a reaction we will know exactly which shot is to blame. But I do have to put in (yet another) two cents here about potential allergens. These days they have you (they, the doctors) avoiding wheat/yeast products and egg white in your child's diet until they are a year old. But guess what's in vaccinations (that are supposed to be administered at the tender age of two months old)? Yeast and egg products. Whose brilliant idea is that? Ok, done now.

So here are Tank Boy's delicious little chubby thighs, and one of the symmetric band-aids placed there by the evil stabbing nurses... Although I seemed to have cried more than he did.

Oh! And one last tv show. We have also been watching Heroes, and there's nothing gross in that one! No sir! Except of course the guy who goes around cutting open peoples skulls to get at their brains, and the cheerleader who regularly has to stuff her ribs back into her chest cavity, and that guy who thinks he can fly, but keeps crashing. Nothing gross there! And definitely no panicking here!

Thursday, February 08, 2007


Looky here, I knitted me a sock!
Not too bad for a first try, but can any of you knitters out there figure out why my ribknit looks better from the inside than the outside?

Its also fun to say ribknit a bunch of times in a row. Ribknit ribknit ribknit. See? Wish me luck on the mate, mate!

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Its All About The Nethers

The wee pooh bear has been on a bit of a nap strike lately, therefore no blog writin' time. But Papa is home today, so away we go...

We have been expecting a new arrival here at the Ranch. Twins actually. And they have finally arrived! May I present, in their first public appearance, Betty and Blue... Well actually, its mostly Betty and only a corner of Blue, but you get the idea, right? Our brand new fire-watchin' armchairs. And guess what? They recline too! I'm thinking up new names for the Hub and I and I think its going to Lazy and Boy.

In further riveting news, we got some takeout chinese last night, and the restaurant next door had this new sign out front. Now seriously. Who is going to order Hellfire Wings? And really. How much hotter can they be than "hot hot"? And furthermore, the Hub wants to know if they come with any tasty Brimstone Sauce? I'm just askin' is all.

Now the little chub bub is still suffering from a bit of baby constipation (whee! can you say baby poo pellets?) despite prune juice, gallons of water and green and orange veggies. So we thought we'd try some fibrous applesauce to get things moving. Only, because we're hippy freaks, we will only offer the little critter organic, unsweetened, applesauce. Methinks he found it to be a bit tart...