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Friday, June 29, 2007

food good!

Isaac encountered solid food for the first time today. I think they're going to be friends.

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Monday, June 25, 2007


Poor sick Isaac. He came down with a post-travel cold, and had a rough weekend. We took him to the doctor on Friday, and there's nothing going on besides a big ol' head cold, so we're just waiting it out. He's getting better, but last night's NO SLEEP baby left his parents a bit zombie-fied today.

Since we got back, he has been very interested in the tray attachment that goes on his swing. It has fishies that slide back and forth on a track, and is a suitable place to store extra blocks until they are needed for smashing and gnawing purposes. We think it looks like a desk, and call him Executive Isaac, CEO of Grumble Industries (a division of GrouseCo). Sometimes his stuffed bunnies come by for meetings, but they are usually flung to the ground in disgust, not having met their sales quotas.

Isaac's photo session in Tennessee went very well. Here's my favorite:

I'm feeling a bit bleh creatively right now; I'm hoping to find some time soon to sew or work on the nursery or...something. I don't know, I'm just not doing anything very cool lately and it's starting to get to me. That said, here are the socks I knit for my dad for father's day, which were kind of nifty. The yarn is Trekking XXL wool/nylon with Louet solid black wool heel/toe/cuff. Beaded rib pattern over five stitches on size 1 needles for everything but the sole, which is stockinette on 0s. I used a toe-up pattern from Sensational Knitted Socks.

I successfully upgraded the tivo with a new, bigger, functional hard drive, so we can stop watching regular TV like animals. It took about 15 minutes, using the kit I bought from here. Now we need to set up our season passes again, and go through the whole housebreaking and training process.

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Wednesday, June 20, 2007

home again home again jiggity jig

We are home! We got home last night, after a reasonably good flight. Isaac was in a great mood again, and slept through most of the flight. He definitely gets the gold star for baby travel. We had to wait for-freaking-ever for our bags in Oakland because of a glitch backstage, and were surrounded by grumpy, anxious people, but Isaac was smiling and giggling away and it felt like I had my own little happiness bomb. He's the best.

I had to use the family bathroom at the Nashville airport to pump enough milk for the flight. I'm glad they had a family bathroom, sorry they didn't clean it more often. It had a place to sit and an outlet, but it was not the highlight of my pumping career. Better than the alternative, though, which was to try to run the thing on batteries under a blanket during the flight. I have to admit, I am starting to fantasize about life without a pump. I'm happy that it has worked so well and I've been able to feed Isaac fresh-squeezed boobie juice his whole life, but it's just not a relationship I expected to have with a machine. He's showing interest in our food, so we'll be starting solids in the next few days.

Isaac is happy to be home. The batteries on the baby swing are dying and the plinky electronic music sounded a bit Phillip Glass this morning, but the boodle was still delighted to be reunited with his beloved baby crack. We had a borrowed swing in Knoxville, which was awesome, but nothing beats the fishies.

The only sucky surprise we came home to was the dreaded grey screen of death on the tivo. WAAAAAAAH. Its hard drive ate itself while we were gone, apparently. I've ordered a replacement drive; we have a lifetime subscription on this unit so I really hope I can revive it.

The cats are alternately pissed off and ecstatic to see us. Gracie had a disturbing amount of black Bea fur stuck in her claws, so I suspect there were some inter-cat issues during her reign as queen of the house.

Now, on to the vast amounts of laundry.

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Friday, June 15, 2007

all wet

Isaac loves the pool.

He had so much fun being in the water today, even though his swim diaper was a bit big and he had a serious case of plumber butt as it slid down. Also, it was pink, because apparently there is no such thing as a gender-neutral swim diaper, and I guess we were supposed to get Spider-Man and not Dora the Explorer. I really miss the hospital diapers, which somehow managed to contain his waste without the aid of cartoon characters. Or with help from Elmo, who is all over Isaac's butt these days.

He's having a photo session tomorrow, so late this afternoon I took my parents' car and went to Target to buy him a plain white onesie to wear. Mission accomplished, I returned to the parking lot...where I discovered that I didn't really know what I was driving. I just had a vague idea that it was a beige-ish minivan. Beige-ish minivans are not in short supply in Target's parking lot. I wandered around for a few minutes, randomly clicking the key remote, until I found the right one. My mom informs me that the minivan is slate grey. If so, it is a very beige slate grey. That's all I'm saying.

I haven't gotten nearly as much knitting done as I expected to; I brought yarn for socks for Dennis and haven't even cast on yet. It's super-gorgeous stuff and I can't wait to get into it; it's a Claudia's Handpainted yarn, colorway Buckeye, which is red and grey. I'm going to do a sort-of variation on the phallic sock I knit a few months back, crossed with a bunch of other ideas, so it could be fabulous or it could be a giant mess. Or both. A giant fabulous mess.

We went out kitsch hunting this morning, but came up empty at the local garage sales. I scored a set of blocks for Ike, but that was it. Sigh. Normally this is prime hunting ground for me, but there is still the weekend and perhaps we'll get lucky and stumble across a good sale.

Dennis is blogging from Bonnaroo for JamBase. I miss him. We hit a rough patch right before the trip, and got through it, and now I'm all crazy in love with him again. Before Isaac was born, I think we thought we were going to be So Different from all the people who have a hard time adjusting to the first year of parenthood. We were soooo on it, and weren't going to fall into the trap of being more about being parents than about being partners, weren't going to get into stupid bickering fests, etc. etc. etc. Stop laughing. Seriously. As Dennis said last week, it really, really sucks to realize that you are exactly like everyone else. There's nothing new or unique about what we've been going through, and maybe nothing avoidable, either. Anyway, we're through the latest round and I have to say, I picked a great husband.

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Thursday, June 14, 2007

Ikes on a plane

Greetings from Knoxville!

Our trip here on Tuesday was great; Isaac is the best little travellin' man.

He barely fussed at all, and was in a good mood most of the time. When we got to Nashville, the gate wasn't ready yet, so we had to sit on the plane for ten minutes or so. While we were waiting, he just started laughing his cute little machine-gun laugh. We don't know what was so funny, but whatever it was, it was hilarious, because he just kept on laughing until we got to the gate.

After that, we drove to Knoxville in our Giant Rental Car. I forget how small the Beetle is sometimes, this Mercury sedan felt like our living room. One of the fun things about leaving California is seeing the cars the rest of the country drives; at home, it seems like every other car is a Beetle or a Prius, and everything by Ford or GM is an SUV, but here people drive big American cars. And they drive them damn fast, I might add.

Isaac is enjoying being the center of his grandparents' world, and is working on his plan to charm the entire state of Tennessee, one southern lady at a time. Everywhere we go, he's all smiles and cuteness.

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Monday, June 04, 2007


Long time no blog.

Let's see, what have you missed. Ryan and I had a garage sale on Saturday. It was awesome, in the tradition of all of our garage sales. All of the garage sale favorites were there, the slightly-too-intense hagglers (lady, it's a stack of onesies, not a way forward for the Middle East), the chatty guy who tells you all about squirrels, person who shows up early and won't get out of the garage where the stuff that isn't for sale is, etc. We had a new one this time: Pedantic Sensitive Guy, here to tell you the many ways in which your belongings suck and are destroying the world. Also, this stainless steel spice rack is made from inferior metal! Uh, yeah, that's probably related to the sticker on the back that says IKEA, and I'm selling it for a dollar, dude. Said spice rack was purchased by a much nicer person fifteen minutes after Mr. Indignant left our pitiful display of consumerism. It was a very good sale; I brought over three car-loads of stuff and barely filled my trunk with leftovers afterwards.

I don't usually do product reviews, but I must mention my new favorite thing: the Misty Mate. I bought one for Dennis, to take to Bonnaroo and High Sierra, and broke it out at the garage sale. It cooled us right off, and I know it's going to be great for the festivals. I also want to experiment with clipping it to the canopy of Isaac's stroller when we're out for long walks or at the farmer's market, to give him air conditioning. Might work, might not. When I brought it out it was immediately renamed the Mr. Mister. This was funny although it had the unpleasant side effect of song-bombing all of us with Mister Mister songs. And no one wants that.

Yesterday I went shopping for a bathing suit for our trip to Tennessee in a few weeks. I realize that complaining about bathing suit shopping is about as hip and edgy as last week's Cathy, so I won't describe how horrible it was. But it sucked. There should be a line of bathing suits for squishy post-partum-dairy-queen-boob-havin' chicks, but there is not. I eventually found a passable tankini, after giving up on finding a one-piece that was going to fit. Still, I'm very happy that I'll just be swimming at my aunt's house and not someplace public. Normally I would skip the whole thing, but I want to get Isaac into the water with me. I think he will dig it, based on how much we're enjoying the bathtub lately.

Yes, we're going to try flying with the boodle. He and I are going to visit my parents while Dennis is at Bonnaroo. They haven't seen him since January, so he is in for so much grandparent love. First, though, we have to get there. We have a direct flight, and he has a seat so he can ride in his bucket. The advantage of him still being small enough for the baby bucket is that we will have its stroller frame with us in the airport, and then we can gate-check it and get it at the other end. It's much more self-contained than it will be later, when we'll have a separate stroller and big ol' car seat. See, there are advantages to having a small baby!

Not that he intends to stay small; it's been growth-spurt-o-rama around here. This had meant a slightly crankier baby, and the return of the midnight feeding, because it takes plenty of milk to grow a boy. He's doing a lot of floor time lately, and he's a lot more deliberate with his movements, especially if they involve getting our glasses. He's not rolling over completely (why must this arm be in my way, mama? why?), but he manages to get around pretty well. If I put him down in the crib on one end, his head will often be down at the other end when I return a while later. I'm not even sure how he does it.

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