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( Jun. 8th, 2010 09:04 pm)
This evening, my daughter took an unexpected trip to Egypt. In return, we were hosts to Princess Amelia of Egypt who wore a lovely pink dress of stars (a blanket) and an exquisite crown (pink construction paper) that she had inherited from her mother -- which is why it was a bit too large. I am pleased to report that her Highness was a charming and delightful dinner companion with exquisite manners. She spoke charmingly of her parents, the King and Queen of Egypt, their river, and the lovely pyramids that they owned.

We expressed hope that her parents would take a moment to instill in our daughter the lovely manners displayed by the Princess herself.

I am assured that our daughter will be returning soon -- before bedtime -- but that Princess Amelia may visit us again.
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( Nov. 9th, 2009 09:36 am)
It was a good one. There was dancing on Friday night (earplugs; must remember to bring them) and visiting with the Loresinger. Dancing was awesomely fun -- relaxed atmosphere, cool music, fun friends. I approved.

Saturday, the Rat and I split child-care duties and he took the Bit to soccer while I studied Spanish and did lazy chores around the house. Then I dragged the kiddo off to the Abernathy Arts Festival so he could have some alone time as well. New Art!

Sunday was errand and relaxation day. We hung out with folks, ran some errands and I did pictures. Pictures.

Here are some links to my favorites.

Fourth of July Sparklers
Splash Pools
Birthday slip and slide.
More water fun.
This will be used as blackmail material when they're older.
Cat and child caught in sunbeam. News at 11:00.
The Princess Reflects on Halloween.
Who me? Mug for the camera? Oh, okay!
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( Jun. 8th, 2009 09:51 am)
Still somewhat low on spoons, so my posting is limited.

Good weekend! The Rat watched over tLD while I went to jujitsu and karate class ( Karate was first, and it's warm in the studio now that it's June. So, by the time jujitsu rolled around, the uniform was sticky. Highly sticky. And then the instructor decided it would be an all wrestling class. I stuck to the floor; I stuck to my partner; I stuck to myself. And sensai is saying things like "Track! Flow! Smooth transitions" while I'm thinking "How the hell can I flow when I'm glued in place by sweaty canvas?") and then I took the Bitling to the zoo afterward.

Parakeets! The zoo has a new parakeet enclosure where you can go in, buy a seedstick and then go feed parakeets. They'll land on your stick and nibble seeds until they're gone. It's really really cool, and I say this as someone who didn't used to like birds.

Sunday was the "Little Pirate Mermaid" puppet show which had a somewhat corny script, but an utterly astounding set. (Seriously corny. The evil pirates become good and helpful pirates that give lost starfish directions, clean trash off of desert islands, and sing Kum-ba-Arrrr! Really.) The kids loved it, so definite win there.

We finished off the weekend with a good solid sparring session followed by pizza and light goobing. Must spar more so as to stay ahead of the curve.

I also managed, with help, to answer questions to several things that had been bugging me, and I mowed the yard. Huzzah!
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( Feb. 24th, 2009 09:15 pm)
Okay, unexpected downside of sending the Bit to tap/ballet classes. She has a new game: Dance Class. She plays the teacher; [ profile] touchstone and I are the students. This means that at age 35, I'm trying to get into positions that I couldn't get into at age six.

My knees don't go that way. Honest.
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( Jan. 2nd, 2009 09:19 pm)
D has wrapped herself up in a towel and is hiding.

tLD: I'm Mischief Girl! You can't see me!
[ profile] touchstone: She's...discovered her secret superhero identity. And isn't it just our luck that it would be THAT.

Mischief Girl's secret weakness appears to be tickling. She is helpless in the face of it.
It's now a race. Will Christmas arrive before tLD's head explodes from anticipation or before her parents break down and run off to Timbuktu?

[Poll #1320353]
Some few weeks ago, [ profile] sulleniguana and [ profile] outlawcoon watched the Bit while [ profile] touchstone and I went to my Corporate Holiday Cheer. For dinner, they served her "spicy soup with lots and lots of vegetables." Apparently they also added kiddie crack, because the Bit hasn't stopped asking for the soup since.

The final straw came last night when tLD announced that she wanted to be the Mommy, and I should be her child. Playing along, I said, "Okay, Mommy. What's for dinner?" And she said, "Well Child, we're having spicy soup. There will be lots of vegetables in it. It's the best soup."

I yield. [ profile] outlawcoon, could you please send me your recipe for spicy soup with lots and lots of vegetables so that I may regain some cooking cred with my daughter?
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( Dec. 2nd, 2008 09:20 pm)
I am going to track down the son of a bitch who said that the Terrible Twos were bad and Threes were good. When I find him, I am going to lock him in a small room with my daughter, and when he come crawling out whimpering for mercy, I will point and laugh.
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( Oct. 21st, 2008 10:16 am)
We blew off almost all responsibility this past weekend. The one passing nod was a few hours spent blowing up balloons for the Bit and the Kit's School Fall Festival in which we dutifully ticked off all but one of our "suggested" volunteer hours. The rest of Saturday was spent at the festival and then gaming until way past my bedtime.

On Sunday we went to the Scottish Festival at Stone Mountain Park. Who knew there were so many kilts in Atlanta? It was a lot of fun: music, caber-tossing, falconry, herding-dogs and a cool parade. (I'm really starting to believe [ profile] touchstone's theory that the whole of Scottish culture was done on a drunken bet.)

There were bagpipes (VMI had a great pipes and drum group) and harps and fiddles and singers. There was haggis, but it had sold out by the time we were getting food. Deirdre wanted dessert, so I got her a fried twinkie. Poor kiddo. She took one bite and her face got this horrified look on it that said, "I asked for this. I did. But it's horrible. I can't spit it out. It's my DESSERT!" We told her that it was okay to spit out, and after trying the fried twinkie, I must agree with her. Nasty stuff. To console her, we bought her a thing of frozen lemonade which seemed to satisfy.

Then we met up with the Kit and parents at Stone Mountain proper and let the children run wild through the ropes course. tLD was greatly disappointed to learn that she couldn't go on the high course because she wasn't tall enough. She still had plenty of fun though, so all was well.

We then crashed and burned with everyone going to bed early. Hurrah for the weekend.
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( Sep. 11th, 2008 09:51 am)
The Bit comes padding into our room at 6:00 a.m. It's still a good 50 minutes before my alarm goes off, so I say, "Go back to bed, bitling. It's not time to get up."

We're trying to convince her that she can tuck herself back in her bed without help from mom or dad, but she's not really buying it. So she says, "Okay, mommy, but I need some assistance with my covers, please."

To which I say, "Okay. But only because of excellent word-use at six in the morning."
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( Sep. 8th, 2008 01:30 pm)
We went off to Huntsville, Al this weekend (breaking a long-standing vow of [ profile] touchstone's to never set foot in the state) with the goal of seeing caves and rockets. Except for some minor stress of the Bit being too excited to listen to mom and dad, it was a blast.

After the Bit's dance class on Saturday morning, we threw ourselves into the car and headed to Catherdral Caverns state park -- featuring FOUR WORLD RECORDS for a commercially operated cave and tour guides with the thickest Alabama accent that I've ever heard. We were in a bit of a rush until we remembered that Alabama was in the Central timezone, so we made it to the caves with tons of time to spare. The Bit and Kit got to spend time running around the courtyard and playing in the fountain before the guided tour got underway.

The caves were huge -- massive, even -- and had some really beautiful rock formations. I highly recommend stopping if you ever find yourself in the area. the Bit had tons of fun, going so far as to declare that "When I grow up, I want to be a cave lady!" like our tour guide.

On Sunday, we went to the US Space and Rockets Center. There, the Bit was bitterly disappointed that she was going to be able to get into a real rocket and go to the moon. When we told her that if she studied really hard in school, and became an astronaut that she might go to the moon, she gave us this Look and said, "But I don't want to go to the moon when I'm grown up. I want to go when I'm THREE!" Mom and Dad were understanding, but unrelenting.

She did get to ride on a "simulated moon-jump" ride for little kids. It took her up about 15 or 20 feet and then bounced down to the ground. The first time she tried it, there was this look in her eyes that said, "Should I be scared? Is this fun?" She looked at us, and we were smiling which seemed to be the indication that all was well. At that point, she broke into cackles of glee and insisted (along with the Kit) in riding some seven or eight more times. It was much fun.

Me, I was just amazed. Every time I look at a rocket or space ship, I get goose bumps to think "People did that." Humans -- people just like me (okay, smarter than me, but still) -- put together this thing. We designed it, built it, found people to strap themselves into it, and we shoved our way our into a place where we totally do not belong, and that is just the coolest thing ever. I am thrilled by the idea that men and women can get together and build a spaceship that lets us go into outer-space. It's awe-inspiring to me.
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( Aug. 16th, 2008 08:22 pm)
The Bit has started self-medicating. Whenever she gets a small bump or stumbles against something, she will kiss her hand and then pass the kiss along to whatever part got "hurt". It's really too cute for words.

More on the beach later. Good vacation; glad to be home.
Someone got hold of our main credit-card number early early this month and charged over $4,500.00 to it. Luckily, USAA was paying attention and called us on suspicion of fraudulent charges. (There are some benefits to Big Brother.) Most puzzling is figuring out how they got the card number; we're both still in possession of the cards. Likely, we'll never know.

The Bit is doing well in school. She adores her teacher, and she's getting more and more confident about things every day. Every so often, she'll even try and tell us what she did that day.

I've started back with voice lessons which are curiously terrifying to me. I have completely lost confidence in that arena. Also, I find that along with that lack of confidence, I'm easily embarrassed about hearing people say that I sound good. I'm hoping that will go away as my confidence comes back.

I have also been bitten by the Art Bug. I have a list of things that I want to create, and it keeps growing. I'm not sure that I'll ever get around to it, but we'll see. Naturally, I want to work with metal and stone and other things that require large workshops instead of just paints or yarn.
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( Aug. 4th, 2008 09:30 am)
Party accomplished. The Bit turned three with a bang, and far too much sugar. Much happiness.

Done now; more relevant posts later.
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( Jul. 30th, 2008 01:34 pm)
Today was the Bit's first day at preschool. She went in for her hour "evaluation" session where the school makes sure that she's actually potty-trained and is capable of walking around on her own (or whatever it is that they do.) She woke up early and very excited and raced out of the house as soon as it was time to go. The hand-off consisted of a "Bye mom!" and a quick hug, and that was pretty much it.

She's in school through Tuesday, and then there's a break until after vacation. From then on, however, her school career has begun. Whee!
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( Jul. 25th, 2008 09:11 pm)
tLD: *points to a Star Trek picture* Mom, what's that?
Me: That's Star Trek, kiddo.
tLD: Mom? I wanna go in one of those.
Me: Okay, sweetie. You can go on a spaceship someday.
This afternoon when the Bit woke blearily from her nap, she said to me, "There is cake. I want pie. Or cake" Somewhat befuddled by this, I told her that we'd eaten all of the pie. She said, "I have cake." When asked if this was a dream, she told me most firmly that it was real. There was cake. She was going to have some.

Eventually, we went out to dinner to one of our favorite restaurants. The Bit asked (nicely) for hush-puppies as soon as we sat down, and then proceeded to devour hush-puppies, shrimp and veggies. However, as she was wrapping up dinner, she asked for her cake. After a bit of silent debate between [ profile] touchstone and myself (and it is a curious thing how well one can have a silent debate after 12+years of dating&marriage), we conceded the cake and summoned our server.

The Bit was offered a choice of the following: key lime pie, pecan pie, chocolate cake, cheese cake, coconut cake and one other cake. She picked the chocolate, and said as the server walked off, "There was lots of different cakes! But only two types of pie!"

When the cake arrived, her eyes got enormous, and she looked like someone who had peeked over the edge of chocolate heaven and found that it was good. She nearly challenged her father to a duel when he tried to take the cake from the server to split it. (It was an enormous slice of cake which she was not going to get to eat all by herself.)

As we were leaving the restaurant, she said to me, "See! I told you there was cake."
The morning started poorly when, at 6:00 AM, the small child woke up in a cranky mood. She wouldn't settle, and after letting her squirm for 45 minutes, I gave up and got out of bed. After my shower, [ profile] touchstone got up, got the Bit dressed and sent her downstairs for breakfast. After eating, she was in a much better mood, and I got the good part of being a parent.

She started off by "reading" her place-mat. She'd point at the label underneath a picture of a lemon and announce, "This says lemon!" She 'read' every label aloud although she occasionally had to ask what something was just to make sure she was getting it right. Then she wanted to count the pictures, so we did that. After counting everything that we could there, she wanted to count blocks, so we did that. By then, [ profile] touchstone was out of the shower, so it was time for me to head off to work. However, the Bit demanded that I make her a creature (Spore Creature Creator; it's far more fun than it should be) that would dance for her before I left. I left her giggling and demanding that daddy make her another critter.

Then, while driving into work, one of the interview subjects on NPR slipped a Rocky Horror reference into their interview. And thus life was good.

Good Morning.
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( Jul. 4th, 2008 08:16 am)
tLD: *stomps around the room singing*
tLD: Guess what I'm doing mom?
Me: What are you doing, Bit?
tLD: I'm doing the noisy dance! You put your feet together and jump hard!
tLD: *more stomping and singing*
tLD: It's the best!


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