All right, you bitter-end clingers-to-the-old. It looks like this may in fact be the point where the critical mass of folks I keep up with here have moved on and LJ is, in fact, dead. The consensus seems to be that it died a while ago, really, but as a dyed-in-the-wool clinger-to-the-old myself, well. I'm stubborn and set in my ways ( Read more... )

Ever so often, one is presented with a novel vegetable: a mystery item in one's Community Supported Agriculture box, an interesting-looking thing from a market catering to an unfamiliar ethnic group, something your friend handed you enthusiastically. Here is what you do with that vegetable ( Read more... )

She is a very zoomy active baby. She figured out crawling just after seven months, and has been charging around the house at high speed ever since, pulling up on everything and trying hard to get into any trouble there is to be found. She wants the vacuum robot to be her friend, and likes to go hug it into her lap. If a door to a room she is not ( Read more... )

Four and a half! It is a different age than four, and a very different age than three and a half ( Read more... )

This area gets lots of rainbows, on those occasions when it rains. Not only are they pleasant to look at, they are also fascinating scientific phenomena, and spark all kinds of interesting metaphorical thought trails ( Read more... )

Tori signed to me today!

(It's 'milk'. Of course it's 'milk'.)

The instructions:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Turn to page 117.
3. The 2nd sentence is your life in 2017.

Turning to the nearest book that has a page 117 (I am sitting in the living room next to the shelf of children's books), I find:

"That's what I don't understand. It doesn't make any sense."

I laughed out loud.

"I don't know what to tell you," said the pediatrician. "Usually at this point I'd tell you what to expect between now and the next visit, but she's met most of her nine-month milestones already ( Read more... )

Tori had her four-month checkup recently. She is very, very large and healthy. She's good-natured and cheerful -- she didn't even cry at the first shot, and calmed down quickly after the second. She still sleeps through the night reliably, and puts herself to sleep with a few minutes of fussing most of the time ( Read more... )

Morgan has one last consistent mispronunciation, which I should record before it goes away. It's an odd one -- every instance of the sound cluster "ula" becomes "lia". So "formlia", "ambliance", "Bunniclia". (She enjoyed the first Bunnicula book very much, and we started the second but she got distracted by other things. We'll get back to it