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October 29, 2004

Friday Random Thoughts

Signa says, "Boo DEES!" As in, oh, yeah, Momma has milk holders and I want some booDEES!
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She lines things up on the sofa or edge of the tub and then counts them. But not in English. Well, she does say the six and seven in English, but not necessarily in the right place, although consecutive. So you hear, "ah poo six seven fee ap ko!" Then she claps and says, "Yay!" because she is so smart.

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She knows all her "regular" colors. She gets them right every time. Well, sometimes blue is purple and purple is blue, but sometimes that IS hard to tell. Boo (blue), geen (green), yellow, papoo (purple), ange (orange), bown (brown) and her current favorite, PINK! Always said in capitals and with an exclamation point.
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At Grampa and Grandma Molly's Signa learned about the wonders of Play-Doh. She loves it and has so far only eaten one tiny chunk. We play with only one color at a time, so it's really like four toys in one:

"PINK! paDOO!"
play play play for about 2 minutes then shoves it back in the container, plops the top on and says, "Bye bye, PINK! paDOO! Geen! Geen! Geen!"
Then green. etc.
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Marc has a robot toy from Lost in Space. If you push a button on his chest he moves (I think?) and says, "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!" She was sitting on Marc's lap this morning at the computer playing with it and she looked up at me as I walked in and said, "Momma! Momma!" When she was sure I was looking, she pushed the button and grinned as I acted surprised and said, "It's cool!"
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Uncle Todd is planning a vacation for us. He wants to go to the Tahoe area in January sometime with us and Kelly and Austin and my mom. I can't wait. The wonderful baby mommies on the baby list are going to loan Signa snow gear if they fit by then. Very exciting.
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Here is a classic, typical conversation with Signa:

"Did you poop?"
"NO!" (as if I asked her if she cut off the cat's leg)
"Signa, are you sure you didn't poop?"
"NO!" (as if she's 15 and I just asked if she has a crust on a certain boy)
"Okay. Well you tell me when you pooped, okay?"
"I pooped."
And she did.

This morning it was different, though. She got up at 4:30am and when we were in the living room she said, "I pooped."
"Okay, let me change you." I changed her and no poop.
A minute later, "I pooped."
This time I gave her a sniff and yep. She pooped. I changed her, but it was clear it was only part of what was to come.
A minute later, "I pooped."
"Signa, why don't you finish all the way pooping? THEN I'll change you okay?" I continued making coffee and whatnot.
"I pooped. I pooped. I pooped. I pooped." Like a song. Only gross.
"Okay, Signa! I'll change you in just a minute. Let me finish making coffee."
She got out the changing pad and a diaper and laid down to wait for me. A total first. And yes, she did poop. Gross.
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At the park, Marc taught Signa to say, "Down, Daddy" when she wants out of the swing, rather than the Incessant Hideous Whine. When we were in Oregon Marc was still sleeping in the outside house and I wouldn't let her out of her chair at the table and she resorted from the Incessant Hideous Whine to looking at me hopefully and saying, "Down, Daddy?"
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Oh, and this reminds me. I wanted to say that when we got home from Oregon, I said to Signa, "Where is Grampa and Grandma?" and she wandered the house saying, "Pap-pap? Gram-gram?" looking for them. Poor baby, doesn't really understand that not every place is at her house.

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See how my conversations have become? It's all about Boodees, Counting, Colors, Play-Doh, Robots, Pooping, Down Daddy, and Pap-pap and Gram-gram. Ah well. At least it was not all about poop.

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October 28, 2004

A Message from Big Boy Kitty Newbie Jones

Pardon me while I take over The Momma's website to post The Kitty Horror Story just in time for Halloween...

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So here I was minding my own business when suddenly they were gone. All of them! Gone! Even the Screeching Mauling Little One. It was quiet and I could lounge on her Pooh sofa without worrying she'd round the corner and scream and jump on me. Ah... It was heavenly.

Until...

I remembered. When they go, Strangers come in to feed us and clean our poop. I hate Strangers. A lot. I just hid and made extra stinky poop and all was well.

Until...

They came home. I thought they'd be happy to see me. But The Momma pet me and yelped and said, "Newbie Jones has a lump on his back!" The Dad got really upset and said, "Not the Newbie Jones!" and pet on me to make me purr. Not sure what they were "Not the Newbie Jonesing" about, but the petting was good. Very good. I even heard talk from The Momma that she'd stay home to take care of me the next day. How fun!

Until...


Morning came and they brought in The Carrying Case. The hideous Carrying Case from hell. Nothing good EVER comes of The Carrying Case. Ever. The Dad forced me inside and I resorted to the Howl. Can you believe that The Howl wasn't even annoying enough for them to let me out? Ugh. Idiots. All of them. Especially the Screeching Mauling Little One, who was LAUGHING at me! Can you believe it? Brat. They should really do something about her. Then The Momma picked up The Carrying Case (with me in it!) and took me to the scary place: Outside. Strangers are worse than Outside, but not by much. You see, I'm not dumb. I know where Strangers come from: Outside. Lots of those little buggers out there. Scary Outside Strangers. She locked me in a thing called a car and then the Loud and the Moving Without Walking started. So I howled louder in case The Momma hadn't noticed. I figured it could never get worse than this.

Until...

We got to the More Horrible Place than Outside: The Vet. She thought I wouldn't notice since it was a different The Vet. But I did. The smell is unmistakable. I'm sure a thousand cats have peed their fear away in this room. And the table! Oh my God, the Table! My nails were slip sliding everywhere! Velvet would be a much cozier surface. Why don't they every ask us? Jerks. I hate Strangers, Outside, The Vet, and about two hundred and six other things you'll hear that happened to me in a minute. It's unbelievable, the horror. Oh yeah. I also hate when people say, "The Horror." Or "We are Beatrice." Anyway, they stroked and poked at my back (the non-purring kind of stroking and poking) and then, (you are so not going to believe this), they TOOK ME AWAY FROM THE MOMMA! I was in the actual ARMS OF STRANGERS! I was sure this was the worst of it.

Until...

They took off my hair with a stick and poked me with needles! A lot! I heard mention of "fat", "obese" and "can't find an abscess". What do these things mean? Where is the talk of Big Boy Kitty Newbie Jones and how handsome and beautiful? Where is the finger sticking out and The Momma saying, "Where are you going on vacation?" and then I ram her with my marking cheek and she says, "The Poke-a-Nose!"? Where is the constant admiration? All I got with The Strangers was stinging needles withdrawing fat from my back. Oh my God. Then they put me in a cage and left! Where was The Momma? She surely didn't just leave me? Oh. I heard her voice. She's talking to The Strangers. She is going to yell at them about how horrible they are to her Big Boy Newbie Jones. Heh. They are in for it now! I heard many things. "Couldn't aspirate anything", "concerned it's a tumor" "take it out" and then the scariest of all, "He is obese and needs to be on a diet." Me? I'm just a Big Boy. I'm not fat. Or obese. So what if I weigh 23 pounds? I'm Big Boy Kitty Newbie Jones! Diet... right. You just try it! I will teach you! And I thought diet was the worst of it. The Momma would come get me and try to measure and limit my food intake at home. Yep. Here she comes. I'm laughing already. One night of constant crying for food and she'll cave. Ha. I'm cocky now!

Until...

She said, "Bye-bye, Newbie Jones. I love you" She pet me and kissed me and the LEFT!!! She forgot me! How could she just forget me? The Screeching Mauling Little One and the Dad are going to kill her! They will send her right back here for me. I'll sit tight and make these howling noises for the Masochistic Vets. See how they like it. Any time now, The Momma will be back for me with an embarrassed look. I'm sure The Dad will say, "Where is my Newbie Jones? You forgot him?!?! No diet for my Big Boy Newbie Jones NOW, you horrible awful The Momma!!!" And he'll either come for me or send The Momma. I just know it. Here comes the Needle Vet. I'm going to howl at her.

Until...

Suddenly, I'm waking up and there is less of me! How dare they! They didn't even try the diet! Just removed part of my body and put staples and a tube in!? This is torture! I'm sure that I will find a way to report them for animal abuse. OH! What if they are using me for medical experiments?!?! Who can I find? How can I get help!?!?! OH MY GOD! Then more sleep.

Until...

The MOMMA!!! She came back! There she is! Just on the other side of this cage! Hi, The Momma! HI!! Get me! Take me home! Don't you see me marking you? You are MY The Momma! Look! She's kissing at me. She's not going to leave me. She's getting me! Hey... Hey! You! Scary Vet Lady, get away. I want my The Momma! Okay. I'll let you bring me to her, but then back the heck off! The Momma! I love my The Momma. Wait... what is the mortifying hat thing with cartoon cats? You are so not putting that on my head. You are not! No! I have to wear a kitty poncho? No! The horror!!!

But the upside is that I am now a $675 cat without a hideous back tumor. Oh, and that Big Boy Baby Jack has to go on a diet with me. Neener neener neener.

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October 27, 2004

Oregon!!!

We got back Monday night and I didn't go to work on Tuesday. More on that later.

Anyway, the trip was wonderful. Signa, although being her normal playful self, threw up in the morning on Friday before we left. I watched her putting her fingers down her throat trying to get out cat hair and figured she gagged herself. But then a few minutes, she pooped (and said to Marc, "I poo-poo-ed."). And it was diarrhea. Yay. We didn't know what to think or do, so we just figured it was weird and went on our way. She was still playing and happy and normal.


We packed up the car and got an extremely late start-8:30. Ugh. We stopped at Starbucks for coffee and then hit the road. I guess about an hour or so later, we stopped at Signa's beloved Carl's Jr for breakfast. She's never been there before, but she loves the Happy Star and I promised her that we would go there. She ate a boat load of French toast and our worrying about her tummy stopped.

Until about an hour after that when I looked back because she'd made a weird noise. She then started throwing up EVERYWHERE. I mean everywhere. It was so gross. As soon as she was done, though, she was fine. Pointing at it saying, "Was at?" and asking for her toys. We found a rest stop and cleaned her and the car up and she ran around like she was perfectly normal. Was she just carsick and the morning's events were a fluke? Weird. We trekked on.

We stopped in Redding at ToysRUs as we always do and got Signa a Teletubby (the yellow one) for $5 and a magna doodle to play with in the car, just in case she liked it. She did. A *BIG* hit for the whole weekend, actually.

We stopped a few other times, once for some fries for her, which she threw up! But then was normal. She is so weird when she's sick, as you have no clue by how she acts. You only know if you can see the symptoms.

So we got to Dad's around 6pm and crashed by probably 7pm. Signa did so well. I can't even begin to say how proud of her I am. It rained and so she was cooped up a lot of the weekend and just went with it. She would sit with us around the kitchen table and play with her "drawing machine" (Magnadoodle), Play-Doh or color. We used glue and made a macaroni picture for Grandma Molly, too. She was just brilliant. And super cute with smiles (if not hugs and kisses- she's so reserved) for all. She pointed at Dad on Saturday morning first thing and said, "PA-PA" and at Molly and said, "GramGram". So cute.

Saturday I was the one sick all day and not cheerfully so like Signa. I was down. Laid up all day in bed. Marc and Molly took Signa to town to the mall and to ToysRUs where she got a Teletubby and a shark. She loves sharks and we found out that she really isn't sure what the difference is between Teletubbies and Booh-bahs. Funny girl. Sunday, since I was fine (totally fine, so weird), Molly and I took Signa to a train park after doing laundry (as an aside...Signa loves to watch the clothes go around at the Laundromat and pick up all the "lost" bounce sheets and throw them away. I can't wait until she can do my laundry- I'm going to tell her that it's a reward).

The train place is a train museum with different exhibits in real train cars and then there is a miniature train track with tiny trains and real terrain (trees, bushes all cut super small). Signa loved climbing into the big trains and really loved watching the miniature trains circling and going in tunnels and over bridges. But her favorite was the actual train ride. It went in circles through tunnels and over bridges and I thought she'd be afraid. But in the middle, she said in wonder, "MOMMA! MOMMA! MOMMA! GA!!!!!" and looked up at me with big eyes and a big grin. Then at the end when it stopped, she said, "'GAIN! 'GAIN! 'GAIN!" and kept sitting.

Now... the food! Oh my God the food! Dad sure can cook. He made a pot roast on Friday night. While I really don't like pot roast MEAT, I love the carrots and potatoes that go with it. A lot. I ate of ton of them, too. Saturday night I was sick and hadn't eaten all day, so I had to have a stuffed bell pepper that he made. It was so good that it literally melted in my mouth. I totally love them and they are even better when Dad makes them.

But the coup de grace was Sunday night's prime rib dinner. I love prime rib and with mashed potatoes and zuchini with it? Ahhhh. The only thing that brought it down a notch was Dad worrying that it was bad because it cooked too long in too low of an oven. He worried for nothing. It was perfect.

We left Monday morning, 9ish. It is always so sad to leave and this time we barely took any pictures. The trip home was uneventful. No rain or snow or anything. We did race it a bit and not stop much. Signa slept a lot of the way and so we didn't need to do all the stops we usually do.

Then we got home to our kitties and found a giant lump on Jones' back. More on that tomorrow.

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October 20, 2004

Talking in Her Sleep and Headlines

This is a ramble day, but mostly it has to do with relearning HTML so that I can make my words LOOK more fancy. In this issue, look for bullets, bolds, italics, and the ever popular links. (UPDATE: the bullets don't work, but I did make a pretty, indented list.)


Last night Signa slept really, really well. I mean, most likely the best ever! I think she liked sleeping because she was having good dreams. We'd hear her happy little voice saying, "Da-DEE! Dad!" I think she was getting piggyback rides in her dreams, since last night before bed, she was so gleeful about them.

Some of the Things Signa Likes to Do:

Enough for now.

Time to rant on about something, I think. How about the news? Headlines and my first thoughts about them right at this moment:

"Aid groups in Iraq face mounting obstacles."
The first line in the article says, "Helping Iraq is hard to do." Yahoo news people are so smart. They got a job where they get paid for stating the obvious.

"U.S. Examines al-Zarqawi ties to bin Laden."
How do they know which letters are capital and when it's hyphenated? Just my first thought. My second thought is to examine the first paragraph. "U.S. officials are taking a sober view of a recent pledge of loyalty to Osama bin Laden from Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, the most wanted terror leader in Iraq." The part "the most wanted terror leader in Iraq" struck me as so 1970-G.I. Joe-in-the-playground-ish. If he is a terror leader (snicker as I recall making up the same kind of phrases for the bad guys), who cares who his pledges are to? The "war on terror" (is that supposed to be in quotes? I'm really not sure) already includes him inherently, if terror is in his news title. How 'bout we spend less time "taking sober views" of pledges and more on getting the bad guys? Maybe I just don't get it because I'm too stuck on trying to learn the grammar rules of hyphens and capitalization.

"Kerry looks to avoid Gore recount errors."
So it appears that Kerry will fight this one to the bitter end, if it comes to that. He "will not hesitate to declare victory Nov. 2 and defend it" Even if he loses? That would be actually very funny. I would love it if they both said, "I win. LA LA LA LA LA" when the count is over. Just for kicks.

"California Voters Favor Scaling back 3-strikes law."
California has a 3-strikes law that pretty much assures that if you screw up with the law three times, you are down for the count. The problem is that there are no foul options and since they started the whole baseball analogy, I'll go with it, even though my knowledge of baseball is practically limited to which end of the bat you hit with. Anyway, there is some basebally thing where if you hit the ball and it goes on the wrong side of the line, you get a foul and it counts as a strike. Until you have two strikes and then those silly fouls stop counting. In the law, they never stop counting. Kinda not fair when you are put away for life for shoplifting. Maybe a better plan is to punish with something more appropriate for the crime. Shoplifters should get sentenced to a life of shopping with toddlers. That'll teach 'em.

"Bicycle Maker Huffy Files for Chapter 11."
I really have nothing to say about this. I never had a Huffy. I had a Lady Luck. Wonder how they are doing?

"Miss America Pageant Dropped by ABC."
Wow. After 50 years, they are just now learning that not many people actually care. While Miss America Pageant does have a lot of scholarships for women, is it really worth the sacrifice one has to make to watch the show? I think not. I wonder if it will end up on the WB?

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October 19, 2004

Boobies, Boobies, Boobies

I guess Leah Remini from that show King of Queens was on Howard Stern's morning show. He was questioning her about why she doesn't breastfeed. Questioning is really not the word. More like offending her and yelling at her senselessly. I don't listen to Howard Stern, but the transcription was posted to my mommy list.

I'm going to go off on a Howard Stern tangent for a minute. I hate Howard Stern. But not as much as I hate the FCC. His show irritates me beyond my capability of being irritated. So you know what I do? I turn my radio to a different station. I like that I'm able to do that. It's my Freedom of Choice. I will hate when he's not there to change. I may even get satellite radio next year just so that I can chose to not listen to him.

Okay, back to Leah Remini. Everyone knows that if you go on Howard Stern, you are going to get made fun of. If you can't handle it, refrain from volunteering. That said, he was amazingly rude and inappropriate (yes, I know). Breastfeeding is a touchy subject and actually quite difficult. I had to do so much to make it work and while I'm glad I did, I can totally see why some women would not want to tackle it. Does that make them a bad mom? I don't think so at all.

In addition to the physical challenges, people are generally not very supportive of breastfeeding. I got negative comments right and left for so long. When she was six months old everyone wanted to know when we were stopping. When she turned a year every one freaked out that we were still "doing it." Now she's over two and they finally stopped talking to me about it. But I'm sure they talk amongst themselves.

Now that I've seen both sides of this, I know that no matter how you parent, someone is going to lambaste you for it. No one can be a good parent in everyones' eyes, because parenting requires making certain choices and someone else will always be making the opposite choice. And yet still not a bad parent (necessarily- clearly there are some exceptions).

While I clearly support breastfeeding and give it a thumbs up every time, what people need is more support at being a good parent in every way they can, not getting yelled at by someone who really only supports breastfeeding so that he can see more boobies.

Speaking of boobies, I have a lovely milk pimple. I thought it was the dreaded thrush, an infection that hurts really badly and requires a ton of medications for months, or so it seems. Instead, I have a milk pimple. And I sort of wish I had thrush. Because you know how to make a milk pimple go away? POKE A NEEDLE IN MY BREAST! I'm still hoping it will go away on it's own, but it did make for a good story for Signa to tell. Her first story, too.

She climbed on Marc's lap facing him and pointed at me. "Momma boobie owie! Boo Hoo!"

Yes, boo hoo.

Also, and totally not boobie related, Signa said, "Holy shit " the other morning after Marc did. It was lovely. We did not laugh. In front of her.

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October 18, 2004

Weekend Update

Friday night Tonya across the street was having a ladies' party with a bunch of fun sales things. An interior designer, candles, and jewelry. I bought a few candles and I also splurged and bought myself a ring. Only $25, but still- I normally do not spend money on stuff like that. But I was in love and so there you go. I mingled with the neighbors and had a nice time with my checkbook and a glass of wine.

Saturday we had Gymboree. My mom met us there to watch and join in on the Gymboree thing. Signa did great this week. She participated and didn't even get scared until it was time to go UNDER the parachute. She hates that. She's claustrophobic like Marc, I guess.

After Gymboree, Mom came over and watched Signa while Marc and I went to lunch and a movie. We saw Team America, the funniest movie I've ever seen that I can't really recommend to many people at all. But my stomach got more laughing exercise than it's had in years. After the movie, we went to Costco for something and I can't even remember what. We likely didn't get whatever it was but did spend $86.

Signa did great with GrammaC. She took a nap and then played and played. I was very surprised because she's been so clingy lately. Anyway, I can't remember what we did after we got home, but not much. Sunday morning we went to the Halloween store for part of Marc's costume and to Walmart for something (also can't remember what, but spent $92). Signa's eyes were rolling to the back of her head with tireness, so we took her home for her nap and watched About A Boy (cute movie!) and then Mom left and we went grocery shopping. Lots of lounge time this weekend so I'm very rested today. We are going to Oregon next weekend to see Dad, so I have a ton of work to do before I go. Like writing my weekend update.

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October 15, 2004

Fake Food

A quick one before I forget...
Signa loves putting fake food in my mouth and making me over exaggerate spitting it out and saying, "Hey, that's not a REAL carrot! It's PRETEND!"

Last night I asked her to play by herself while I changed into pjs and I saw her sit down by her grocery cart and grab food while saying, "PRE-TEEE! Pah pah pah!" ("Pretend" and then spitting sounds). Then she laughed uproariously.

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October 14, 2004

Alligator Boots

Poor Signa is sick. She has had colds before, but they lasted a half of a day. This one has been going on since Saturday, I think. She is fine during the day, but at night she gets whiny and congested. Poor baby. I just think it's neat that we get all worked up over her being "sick" when in all honesty, most kids are like this a good portion of the year.

In addition to being sick, she had to do without her Momma for a whole night (business trip). She's been fine the two times I've gone away before, so we thought this would be no different. Wrong. She was up all night. Poor Marc.

I was up all night, too. Turns out that I can't sleep without being kicked around by a 2-year-old. I tossed and turned all night long. So I will no longer complain about not sleeping through the night, when clearly the 2- to 3-hour intermittent sleep slots throughout the night are better than none at all.

Signa has a new obsession besides Halloween costumes. Boots. Her rubber alligator boots from Grampa and Grandma Molly. She wears them all the time. Even when she's just wearing a diaper (which makes for great pictures). The other night I took her to my exercise place (they have a kids' play area) in her little pink cute matching skort and top and she insisted on wearing the boots. Totally didn't match, but was so super cute. They fall off her, too, when you pick her up and she screams, "OH NO!!!!" in a squeeky desperate voice.

It is so darned cute.

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October 08, 2004

Random

Hmmmm... what is new? Not too much. My exercise place has a child center now. Actually it's a room filled with toys and a teacher and other kids. Kind of Signa's world. She loves it there. Doesn't even miss me while I peek at her through the window to check on her every 2.6 seconds.

Speaking of my exercise place, I took a beginners' step class last night. My thoughts on a Beginner Step Class BEFORE taking the class? You step up and down on a step. How difficult can it be? Good workout, but at least it won't be like yoga where I feel like an awkward elephant in high heels. My thoughts on a Beginner Step Class DURING the class? "OH MY GOD! What?!?! Okay, I got it. Right foot up, left foot up, right foot down, left foot down. Hey! I'm doing it! Hey! They changed again. Now it's what? Right foot up, left foot kick and then back. OH! Now it's left? Huh?" My thoughts AFTER the class? "Who drenched me with water? Why do my legs hurt? How did those people do arm things at the same time?"

Hopefully Signa will possess more grace and poise than I do, although it's not looking so. Last night we got her on video walking through the house with just a diaper and my boots on. "Walking" is used rather loosely. More like stumbling carefully. We tried to get her to do the Hot Potato dance, but she just stood there looking at the camera. Most likely waiting for the flash.

This morning she did something really cute, but now I can't remember what it was. She is into sniffing things and saying, "PEEE YOU! 'Tinky!" It's kinda cute. For now. She also loves flowers. She pretend smells all of them ("pretend" because she actually blows out through her nose), but then she strips off all the petals and still does the sniffing thing. Sometimes when she sniffs and tastes things, she says, "MMMMMM!" instead of "PEEE YOU! 'Tinky!" That's nicer, but also not as funny.

Okay. That was enough random for today. This weekend we have Gymboree. Wonder if she'll run for the door again.

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October 06, 2004

Pictures and more pictures!

September pictures are up.
Click here.

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October 04, 2004

Plein Air Paint Out at the Crossings

On Saturday morning just Signa and I went to Gymboree, so that Marc could get ready for this:

"Plein Air Paint Out at the Crossings"; Hacienda Crossings, October 2, 2004 ; 2 - 5 p.m.
Members of the community will be invited to bring their easels, paints, and palettes to the plaza for an afternoon outdoor painting marathon, aided and abetted by a team of local artists, Marc Mascot, Bruce Ruark, Lynne Shephard, Pat Smith, and Diane Taasevigen, who'll circulate among them, offering advice, encouragement, and counsel. Local Artists and Community. More here.

It was awesome. Everyone was wowed by Marc's work. Since it was really close to our movie theater, he got a lot of traffic. He had a lot of people hanging around his table while he sculpted. Signa and I walked around and even did art with him (she painted with water on the cement).

Sunday we went to Cindy and Paul's house and got together with Uncle Ricky and Auntie Barbara and the whole family. Also, GRAMPA WAS THERE!!!

Uncle Ricky flew to Washington and then they drove down through Oregon and stayed overnight with my dad. Grampa had tears in his eyes when he told me about seeing his 2 sons together again. I guess they talked all night long. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall!

We had a great day with all the kids. Signa never ever stopped grinning (except once when Deborah cried and I was holding her- Signa got jealous). She did however have nightmares all night so I wonder if it is from the game they played where they all growled at her and chased her around the backyard.

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