Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
I hate to narrate from Dylan's perspective, but I'm only human
Here is my new bike-uh
I better go get someone to put me in it
Daddy, the bike-uh is over there
See? Right here?
Are you daft, man?
Daddy, that is your bike-uh
Bike-uh
Bike-uh
Wait, what about MINE?
Here it is. Right here.
You guys suck
Faster, woman
I better go get someone to put me in it
Daddy, the bike-uh is over there
See? Right here?
Are you daft, man?
Daddy, that is your bike-uh
Bike-uh
Bike-uh
Wait, what about MINE?
Here it is. Right here.
You guys suck
Faster, woman
Questions under consideration at Bleisenblog Headquarters
1) Does our new bike attachment mean that we need to get fancy new bikes to go with it?
2) Which contractor should we choose to repave the driveway? Or should we get more estimates? Or should we just end it all rather than deal with this?
3) Should we rush out first thing tomorrow morning and adopt this guy (sorry no photo)? Should we? Should we? Should we?
2) Which contractor should we choose to repave the driveway? Or should we get more estimates? Or should we just end it all rather than deal with this?
3) Should we rush out first thing tomorrow morning and adopt this guy (sorry no photo)? Should we? Should we? Should we?
Friday, June 13, 2008
We need some leather jackets
Dylan and I took a 45-minute bike ride before work today. Bike? was the first thing she said when I picked her up from daycare. Best toy ever.
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Waiting for Get Smart
"I finally called the garden hotline about the peach trees."
"Oh, what did they say?"
"It's hard to diagnose things like this over the phone. Why don't you bring it in to our diagnostic lab for $15."
"Ah, the old garden-hotline-diagnostic-lab-referral racket. That's the oldest trick in the book!"
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Waiting for Get Smart
"I finally called the garden hotline about the peach trees."
"Oh, what did they say?"
"It's hard to diagnose things like this over the phone. Why don't you bring it in to our diagnostic lab for $15."
"Ah, the old garden-hotline-diagnostic-lab-referral racket. That's the oldest trick in the book!"
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
MAMA could perhaps be a little nicer
Snuffy's at Camp Have My Parents Take Care of Him, so no picture of the new haircut for a few days.
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Summer ultimate league started tonight. There's a big fancy new playground right next to it, and Aaron and I at first couldn't figure out if we'd never noticed it before because we didn't care about such things or if it was actually new. Last summer I was in a co-ed league and my team was sort of lame, as often happens with the co-ed leagues around here. This summer I'm just doing the women's league and it was so much fun and I've been doing this long enough to be the one bossing everyone around and you know how I like that. Stop by tomorrow if you want to hear about how sore I am.
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Lesson of the day: if you alternate bites of cream cheese and buttercream frosting, it tastes just like cheesecake.
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Here is a picture of Very Angry and Slightly Injured Dylan. It wasn't supposed to be that way, because what kind of jerk would I be then, running to get the camera all the time instead of helping? Oh.
What I was trying to capture was Sort of Dumb But Cute Dylan, because you see how she has her arm looped around the table leg? She was holding the blocks like that and couldn't figure out what to do and was stuck there for a long time in some confusion and it was funny until she dropped the whole thing on her foot. I guess there's really no way around me being a jerk for this one. Tomorrow's a new day.
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Summer ultimate league started tonight. There's a big fancy new playground right next to it, and Aaron and I at first couldn't figure out if we'd never noticed it before because we didn't care about such things or if it was actually new. Last summer I was in a co-ed league and my team was sort of lame, as often happens with the co-ed leagues around here. This summer I'm just doing the women's league and it was so much fun and I've been doing this long enough to be the one bossing everyone around and you know how I like that. Stop by tomorrow if you want to hear about how sore I am.
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Lesson of the day: if you alternate bites of cream cheese and buttercream frosting, it tastes just like cheesecake.
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Here is a picture of Very Angry and Slightly Injured Dylan. It wasn't supposed to be that way, because what kind of jerk would I be then, running to get the camera all the time instead of helping? Oh.
What I was trying to capture was Sort of Dumb But Cute Dylan, because you see how she has her arm looped around the table leg? She was holding the blocks like that and couldn't figure out what to do and was stuck there for a long time in some confusion and it was funny until she dropped the whole thing on her foot. I guess there's really no way around me being a jerk for this one. Tomorrow's a new day.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Reunion
Aaron has been out of town since Sunday morning. 5:30am Sunday if you want to be exact, as those of us who drove him to the airport were required to be. If I had mentioned it earlier I was concerned that ruffians would descend on our house, knowing that the patriarch was gone, so I can only safely reveal his absence now that he is back. Thankfully, he learned a lot of detailed statistical methods that he has enthusiastically relayed to me in all their great detail.
Dylan and I went to the airport this afternoon to pick him up after an exceptionally cranky day on her part. At least, she was cranky for me, she always seems to be an angel at daycare on those kinds of days. While we waited she was writhing around unhappily on a bench, whining all the while. When Aaron came into view it took me a while to get her attention over all the cranking, but eventually I succeeded. She saw him and screamed DADDY at the top of her lungs and sprinted over to the glass security wall that he was on the other side of. The whole crowd of people waiting there started cracking up. She couldn't actually get to him for a while because the glass wall is sort of long and he is a slow-moving kind of guy, but eventually they had a joyous reunion. Aaron says it's nice that she can remember stuff for more than 24 hours (like her father, for example).
Dylan and I went to the airport this afternoon to pick him up after an exceptionally cranky day on her part. At least, she was cranky for me, she always seems to be an angel at daycare on those kinds of days. While we waited she was writhing around unhappily on a bench, whining all the while. When Aaron came into view it took me a while to get her attention over all the cranking, but eventually I succeeded. She saw him and screamed DADDY at the top of her lungs and sprinted over to the glass security wall that he was on the other side of. The whole crowd of people waiting there started cracking up. She couldn't actually get to him for a while because the glass wall is sort of long and he is a slow-moving kind of guy, but eventually they had a joyous reunion. Aaron says it's nice that she can remember stuff for more than 24 hours (like her father, for example).
Monday, June 09, 2008
Then she saved the princess
The poll will stay open through the weekend in case you need some time to carefully consider your options. Venture capital also welcome.
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All of a sudden it's summer (see: three days of complaining about the heat/not-heat-humidity) and all of a sudden we have an actual kid who likes to do actual kid things. Maybe fun summer activities are cosmic payback for the spitting up in lieu of napping phase?
Anyway, Saturday we went to a festival right at the spot where we took Dylan on her first real excursion when she was a few days old. I remember that day really well because I was SO EXCITED to get out and it was a nice fall day and there was dessert involved. Aaron also remembers that day fondly because: gelato.
We had just as nice a time this time, although different things appealed to each of us. For me, it was hard to top the discovery of mayonnaise-soaked corn on the cob as a street food. True to her love of heavy machinery, Dylan was quite fond of the shuttle bus we took from the parking area.
Actually, I don't know what was in it for Aaron, my charming company aside.
There was one other thing it in for Dylan, though. Did you know they make little kid bounce houses? They do.
My skills as your constant photowoman were sorely tested, as the mesh made the auto focus not work and I had to do it manually and that's backbreaking labor you know.
Dylan weaseled her way around the time limit and spent about 20 minutes in there.
I eventually realized the bounce house had a giant mushroom, turtle, and a flower that looked like it could provide fire power.
Shortly thereafter she did a unintentional, but nonetheless impressive, full body flip over the turtle's head.
She didn't seem to mind. Or notice.
Tragically not pictured: Aaron going in after her and dragging her out by the ankles. She's learned a thing or two from Snuffy.
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"Oooh, look, a duck race! Sunday at 3pm. What time is it?"
"Saturday. You need a day clock."
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All of a sudden it's summer (see: three days of complaining about the heat/not-heat-humidity) and all of a sudden we have an actual kid who likes to do actual kid things. Maybe fun summer activities are cosmic payback for the spitting up in lieu of napping phase?
Anyway, Saturday we went to a festival right at the spot where we took Dylan on her first real excursion when she was a few days old. I remember that day really well because I was SO EXCITED to get out and it was a nice fall day and there was dessert involved. Aaron also remembers that day fondly because: gelato.
We had just as nice a time this time, although different things appealed to each of us. For me, it was hard to top the discovery of mayonnaise-soaked corn on the cob as a street food. True to her love of heavy machinery, Dylan was quite fond of the shuttle bus we took from the parking area.
Actually, I don't know what was in it for Aaron, my charming company aside.
There was one other thing it in for Dylan, though. Did you know they make little kid bounce houses? They do.
My skills as your constant photowoman were sorely tested, as the mesh made the auto focus not work and I had to do it manually and that's backbreaking labor you know.
Dylan weaseled her way around the time limit and spent about 20 minutes in there. I eventually realized the bounce house had a giant mushroom, turtle, and a flower that looked like it could provide fire power.
Shortly thereafter she did a unintentional, but nonetheless impressive, full body flip over the turtle's head.
She didn't seem to mind. Or notice.
Tragically not pictured: Aaron going in after her and dragging her out by the ankles. She's learned a thing or two from Snuffy.
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"Oooh, look, a duck race! Sunday at 3pm. What time is it?"
"Saturday. You need a day clock."
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Snack
On weekend mornings I usually let Aaron sleep in while Dylan and I have a couple hours of adventures. Lately she spends that entire time asking about Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? It's going to be hard breaking it to her that he's the kind of guy that eats his young.
Yesterday the refrain was actually Doggy? Doggy? Doggy? because we dropped Snuffy off at the groomer right before going to the zoo. Dylan didn't realize the situation was temporary and was quite concerned all day, but we've got things worked out now.
Yesterday the refrain was actually Doggy? Doggy? Doggy? because we dropped Snuffy off at the groomer right before going to the zoo. Dylan didn't realize the situation was temporary and was quite concerned all day, but we've got things worked out now.
Friday, June 06, 2008
zoo, the inferno
Yeah. The zoo was, let's call it, uncomfortably hot. The animals were scarcely in attendance, I think wisely. We did see some polar bear bears. And maybe a rhino. Oh, you know what we did see? The 20 school busses worth of children who were also there. Yeah. Next time someone offers me the opportunity to take my kid to the zoo myself? I will tell them to mind their business.
Luckily Dylan doesn't care where we are or what we're doing, as long as she's free to run around. So much of our time looked a lot like this.
Literally--she happily sat up there watching the other kids for like 20 minutes. I heard a lot of parents yelling something along the lines of we're not at the zoo to play on the playground. Meh. We were, as it turned out, at the zoo to play on the playground. And in the water.
That's her new water outfit. Modest, no? I get twitchy when any part of her is exposed to the sun for any amount of time. It's even a size too big for extra coverage.
My constant refrain of Not In Your Mouth goes unheeded again
Luckily Dylan doesn't care where we are or what we're doing, as long as she's free to run around. So much of our time looked a lot like this.
Literally--she happily sat up there watching the other kids for like 20 minutes. I heard a lot of parents yelling something along the lines of we're not at the zoo to play on the playground. Meh. We were, as it turned out, at the zoo to play on the playground. And in the water.
That's her new water outfit. Modest, no? I get twitchy when any part of her is exposed to the sun for any amount of time. It's even a size too big for extra coverage.
My constant refrain of Not In Your Mouth goes unheeded again
Thursday, June 05, 2008
we're going to the zoo tomorrow zoo tomorrow
You may have noticed that Dylan speaks all in caps. I have noticed that too. Pipe down, kid.
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Since I published that post with all our goings-on I have developed a new trip to Boston and Aaron has one to New York. I think this will be our emoticon for when we implode.
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Daycare has kindly organized a field trip to the zoo. Only it's the kind where every kid has to have a parent going and also you have to drive them there yourself. At least I didn't have to sign a permission slip saying it would be okay for me to take Dylan to the zoo myself. Maybe I will write one up and sign it anyway, just for my own files.
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Since I published that post with all our goings-on I have developed a new trip to Boston and Aaron has one to New York. I think this will be our emoticon for when we implode.
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Daycare has kindly organized a field trip to the zoo. Only it's the kind where every kid has to have a parent going and also you have to drive them there yourself. At least I didn't have to sign a permission slip saying it would be okay for me to take Dylan to the zoo myself. Maybe I will write one up and sign it anyway, just for my own files.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
ME ME LETTER
Check it out, I actually do some work on occasion. Although you probably won't be able to read the actual letter unless you're at a university or somewhere else with medical journals or happen to purchase subscriptions to journals as a hobby. You'll just have to trust me that it is deeply insightful, much like such posts as Kate is a Big Fat Pregnant Beached Whale and Dylan on a Plane.
Sorry, got to playing in the archives there. I actually have hardly ever gone back and read anything I've posted before, which is now going on two years, so I think it might be fun to do a RetroBleisenSpective (Aaron, that was for you) soon.
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Dylan has hit an important milestone: use of possessive pronouns. Specifically "my," or "ME ME" as she has termed it. As in, ME ME COOKIE. ME ME BALL. ME ME SHOE. Charming, just charming. I was wondering when kids usually start differentiating between you and me and mine and yours, and I came upon an article about 18 to 24-month-olds which had the following observation: The use of possessive pronouns was initially associated with physical aggression. Heh, the kids who figured out the idea that some stuff was theirs and not theirs that got aggressive about it. And indeed, as soon as Dylan started noticing that things were hers, including ME ME MOMMY, she got VERY protective of them. There's one girl at daycare who, reasonably enough, thinks I'm quite cool and always comes running over to say hi when I walk in. If Dylan notices she comes sprinting across the room to cling to my leg. She does the same thing if I give Snuffy a particularly affectionate greeting. I am suddenly foreseeing a whole bunch of years of forced sharing.
Sorry, got to playing in the archives there. I actually have hardly ever gone back and read anything I've posted before, which is now going on two years, so I think it might be fun to do a RetroBleisenSpective (Aaron, that was for you) soon.
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Dylan has hit an important milestone: use of possessive pronouns. Specifically "my," or "ME ME" as she has termed it. As in, ME ME COOKIE. ME ME BALL. ME ME SHOE. Charming, just charming. I was wondering when kids usually start differentiating between you and me and mine and yours, and I came upon an article about 18 to 24-month-olds which had the following observation: The use of possessive pronouns was initially associated with physical aggression. Heh, the kids who figured out the idea that some stuff was theirs and not theirs that got aggressive about it. And indeed, as soon as Dylan started noticing that things were hers, including ME ME MOMMY, she got VERY protective of them. There's one girl at daycare who, reasonably enough, thinks I'm quite cool and always comes running over to say hi when I walk in. If Dylan notices she comes sprinting across the room to cling to my leg. She does the same thing if I give Snuffy a particularly affectionate greeting. I am suddenly foreseeing a whole bunch of years of forced sharing.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Woozy
I must have worn myself out with all that writing about how busy we are. I had to take two naps on Saturday and Aaron has started wondering aloud if I'm getting enough iron.
I have the pictures (actual prints!) in hand from last weekend, but my scanner and Vista are having a tiff (ha!) and I'm too tired to mediate so it will have to wait.
I'm off to take to my bed. I hope you all had a nice weekend.
I have the pictures (actual prints!) in hand from last weekend, but my scanner and Vista are having a tiff (ha!) and I'm too tired to mediate so it will have to wait.
I'm off to take to my bed. I hope you all had a nice weekend.
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