Yesterday Lydia turned five months old. Happily, a Sunday, my optimistic self thought I would be able to post this on the day itself but, alas, Lydia decided it would be a Screaming Day. So here we are. Lydia’s grabbiness continued this past month, so the Excersaucer was set up for her. There is a […]
Monthly Archives: November 2008
infant stimulation overload
Ran into this on Amazon. Model child doth not look happy. Looks freaked out, in fact. I would be too, kid. I would be, too.
common thoughts
Ooh, GAMEDAY! Georgia game, too. You know it’s been a less than stellar season for both football programs when this game falls in the 11:30 a.m. slot. Ouch. Well, War Eagle! ‘Tis my favorite game! ___________________________________ The other day I was going over a wordy eleven page ordinance concerning tree conservation for a city in […]
instrumental body
It’s good to know I can slap on my stomach like a drum and send my daughter into smiles and giggles. Stomach flab can be used for good!
wash your hands after messing with this taco
Over the past week we’ve experimented a bit with rice cereal. My God, what a mess. I’m not really sure how much Lydia is actually eating. Right now I think she has confused the concoction with bubble gum and she spends most of her energy blowing millions of small bubbles with the gooey stuff. I […]
kicking chairs
President Clinton was first elected president when I was in 7th grade. I watched his inauguration with the rest of my Social Studies class that January. Our teacher, Coach Adams, had taught us how the election system worked with the popular vote mingling with the Electoral vote so the swearing-in ceremony was a big Democracy […]
Election Day, November, 1884 — Walt Whitman
Election Day, November, 1884 Walt Whitman If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, ‘Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado, Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyser- loops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing, Nor Oregon’s white […]