For the next couple days Little tried doing this wherever she was. She would get a grin on her face then fall face-first onto the ground. She could never quite figure out why it wasn't so much fun on the ground as it was on the bed...
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Our first real family tradition
Mommy and I have been wanting for a long time to have some real, genuine family traditions. Making snowflakes doesn't count because that's something my family does. Water hiking doesn't cut it because the kids don't really participate in that. So we were excited when we realized today that we finally have a real family tradition.
Every week or two we all ride our bikes over to a shopping center. We shop for normal groceries and then shop at the Milk Pail market for veggies and CHEESE. Cheese. We all love cheese in epic degrees. CHEESE. Anyway, the Milk Pail has the best cheese selection we've ever seen. And the prices make it taste even better. So we go in, planning on getting just a small block of Wensleydale [<$5 a pound!], and end up with Havarti, French Emmenthaler, Edam, Jarlsberg, Fontina, Wensleydale, Parmesan, all genuine imported, almost all for substantially under $6 a pound. It's like an audiophile walking into a warehouse full of discount-priced professional audio gear. Except the gear is tasty, has lots of addictive opioids, and goes great on french bread. Anyway, we always end up with an armful of wonderful life-prolonging cheeses, a loaf of sweet or sour batard, or rosemary herb bread, and a few plums or nectarines or Asian pears. Sometimes we'll get a small block of some more expensive cheese just for the thrill of it, like the $3 block [at $13/pound] of Parmigiano-Reggiano that has lasted us a month and will last another even though we put it on everything [except, rarely in our breakfast cereal].
Then we ride our bikes to a nearby park and eat cheese, bread, and fruit. This is the fun part. [Cheese!] Today we had Jarlsberg on herb bread with plums. Mmmm! Everybody loves it, it's super cheap [we ate imported Jarlsberg like it was string cheese and went through $1.50 worth of it for dinner for 4], and, you know, it tastes good. The park is pretty and it's pretty much just a great little family tradition.
We're also going to be able to have the Thanksgiving meal we've always wanted. Neither of us enjoy turkey and potatoes [etc.] so this year we're going to have fontina, emmentaler, gruyere and oil fondues with great bread, real meat, cranberry sauce, and fruit. Maybe even some more exotic cheeses if we're feeling splurgy. The whole meal will probably cost $20 and we'll live at least a decade longer just from the latent joy from eating so much good stuff. Maybe even a super-dark chocolate fondue for desert [and pie, of course]. I can't wait!
Every week or two we all ride our bikes over to a shopping center. We shop for normal groceries and then shop at the Milk Pail market for veggies and CHEESE. Cheese. We all love cheese in epic degrees. CHEESE. Anyway, the Milk Pail has the best cheese selection we've ever seen. And the prices make it taste even better. So we go in, planning on getting just a small block of Wensleydale [<$5 a pound!], and end up with Havarti, French Emmenthaler, Edam, Jarlsberg, Fontina, Wensleydale, Parmesan, all genuine imported, almost all for substantially under $6 a pound. It's like an audiophile walking into a warehouse full of discount-priced professional audio gear. Except the gear is tasty, has lots of addictive opioids, and goes great on french bread. Anyway, we always end up with an armful of wonderful life-prolonging cheeses, a loaf of sweet or sour batard, or rosemary herb bread, and a few plums or nectarines or Asian pears. Sometimes we'll get a small block of some more expensive cheese just for the thrill of it, like the $3 block [at $13/pound] of Parmigiano-Reggiano that has lasted us a month and will last another even though we put it on everything [except, rarely in our breakfast cereal].
Then we ride our bikes to a nearby park and eat cheese, bread, and fruit. This is the fun part. [Cheese!] Today we had Jarlsberg on herb bread with plums. Mmmm! Everybody loves it, it's super cheap [we ate imported Jarlsberg like it was string cheese and went through $1.50 worth of it for dinner for 4], and, you know, it tastes good. The park is pretty and it's pretty much just a great little family tradition.
We're also going to be able to have the Thanksgiving meal we've always wanted. Neither of us enjoy turkey and potatoes [etc.] so this year we're going to have fontina, emmentaler, gruyere and oil fondues with great bread, real meat, cranberry sauce, and fruit. Maybe even some more exotic cheeses if we're feeling splurgy. The whole meal will probably cost $20 and we'll live at least a decade longer just from the latent joy from eating so much good stuff. Maybe even a super-dark chocolate fondue for desert [and pie, of course]. I can't wait!
Littler
Littler is a funny little monkey. Here are some things she loves to do:
If you set her down, she immediately starts pounding the floor with her heels. However you're picturing that, multiply it by at least a bajillion. It's extra violent. Once daddy though Mommy was jumping up and down upstairs trying to get his attention so he'd get Little to stop crying. Nope, it was Littler railing away on the floor. Sometimes the bike trailer bounces nearly off the ground from it. And the more excited she is, the more vigorously she abuses the floor.
And sometimes when she's extra excited she causes a seismic event.
The other thing she loves to do is spin on her bottom. She sits really straight and uses her heels [catching a trend here?] to spin herself around a vertical axis on her bum. She can make it 360 degrees in about 2 seconds. Or, if she's extra excited, an attosecond. Today she came perilously close to using this spining as a means of locomotion; to get from A to B she just spins really fast until somehow she ends up at B.
Forget crawling! Or walking, for that matter...
Just thought you'd like to know.
If you set her down, she immediately starts pounding the floor with her heels. However you're picturing that, multiply it by at least a bajillion. It's extra violent. Once daddy though Mommy was jumping up and down upstairs trying to get his attention so he'd get Little to stop crying. Nope, it was Littler railing away on the floor. Sometimes the bike trailer bounces nearly off the ground from it. And the more excited she is, the more vigorously she abuses the floor.
And sometimes when she's extra excited she causes a seismic event.
The other thing she loves to do is spin on her bottom. She sits really straight and uses her heels [catching a trend here?] to spin herself around a vertical axis on her bum. She can make it 360 degrees in about 2 seconds. Or, if she's extra excited, an attosecond. Today she came perilously close to using this spining as a means of locomotion; to get from A to B she just spins really fast until somehow she ends up at B.
Forget crawling! Or walking, for that matter...
Just thought you'd like to know.
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