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My Kid Uses Chopsticks Better Than I Do
Seriously. My father used to tell me that the true test of someone’s ability to use chopsticks was being able to pick up peanuts with them. I wonder what he would think of my not quite three year old picking up Goldfish? See below for pictures. Read the rest of this entry
Alphabetize This!
Many of the people who know me have heard me refer to “Letter night,” which happens every month or two and to which I always look forward. The premise is this: We cook our way through the alphabet. So for example, for the letter A, everyone brought a dish that began with the letter A. It was always a surprise to see what we ended up with and how different they could be. As I recall, I first joined this tradition around the letter “I”, and it took about another 5 years to make it through the rest of the alphabet.
I think we’ve all enjoyed these nights, and so when we got to Z, we decided to start again – with a twist. This time, the host (as determined by alphabetical order, of course), decides what ingredient we all work with, ala Iron Chef/Chopped. For A night, Amy decided on Artichokes. And this past weekend, Colleen decided on, of all things, Bologna.
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Super K Strikes Again
For the amount that I write about my kid, this blog is turning into a Mommy Blog that has no mission. For that, I’m sorry. If you’re here for my deep thoughts, well, you should realize by now that those are relatively spread out and interspersed with fluff. Sorry.
On the other hand, if you’re here to hear about my sassy kid, you’ve come to the right place. Those of you who are Facebook friends of mine will have already heard this story, so you can feel free to tune out now.
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Celebrating the New Year – ABC-style
In my last post, K and I wished you all a hearty Gung Hay Fat Choy, in honor of the Chinese New Year. Well, today, J, K and I all went down to Chinatown to watch the Lion Dance festivities.
Sideshow Act: She can sing! She can read!
Right this way, ladies and gentlemen! It’s the one, the only, the amazing, singing, dancing and reading K!
Sometimes I feel like a carnival barker when I post pictures and videos about my kid. I mean, how irritating must it be to everyone else besides my family? And let’s face it – nearly every parent thinks their kid rocks. It’s genetically engrained in us so we don’t, you know, eat our young or sacrifice them to the minotaur or whatever. It’s kind of like how no parent of a six-month old can accurately explain what it’s like to be the parent of a newborn. It’s only been half a year, but nature has a way of fuzzing it all out so that you won’t convince yourself or others around you NEVER TO PROCREATE AGAIN. And I say that as the mother of a kid who was really pretty easy at that age (I think. But really, given what I just said, can you trust me?) Read the rest of this entry
Imagining a World “Full of Awesome”
“Awesome” is one of my favorite words to use with K. It’s my little way of telling her that what she is doing or has just done is something to be admired. I use it frequently – to encourage her to do things “by myself, Mama!”, to try things she’s scared of (“Getting to pet Jay’s cat Bailey is awesome, isn’t it, K?”), to keep her from crying on the playground because she slid down a little too fast on the slide and scared herself (“Oh my goodness, that was awesome, K! Let’s try it again!”). I use it so much that Kwill often use it too, telling me in her ever so serious voice: “Tha’s awesome, Mumma, tha’s awesome.” Read the rest of this entry
Goodbye, Pants.
I totally fooled you with that headline, didn’t I? Sorry @GeoffJentry, but you should know me better.
Some of you may recall that I love comics. Not comic books (sorry, Paul), but comic strips. You know, the Sunday Funnies. Or rather, what the Sunday Funnies used to be once upon a time. Today, unfortunately, I get bored by most of the Sunday Funnies. It could be that I’ve gotten older, or it could be that things just aren’t as funny as they used to be. Anyway, this isn’t supposed to be a regurgitation of my love for Comics.
However, the wonderful world of the Internet has enabled a whole new stable of funny, intelligent and occasionally artistic people to find a life publishing comic strips for the enjoyment of themselves and often the rest of us. Read the rest of this entry
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Identity Crisis
It’s kind of a funny thing to work in the tech industry. By definition, you work with geeks. Lots of them. And you know, you sort of become geeky yourself. We’ll leave alone for a minute the idea that you might have started that way, which may have in fact led you into your current field because of course we know that that’s not the case for me. Honest. But I digress.
