Who Wants a BATH?!

Apparently Anna has some beef with how we handle her hygiene, so she has taken it upon herself in a somewhat unorthodox manner to rectify the situation.





Any experienced advice from other "Mother's With Climbers?"

I love Christmas

I love Christmas, yes I do! I love Christmas, how about YOU!?

Holiday Parties

This was just too good not to post, it's from the NYTimes.

December 22, 2008, 9:55 pm

Really, It’s the Booze Talking

By Glenn Eichler

Alcohol is often called a “social lubricant,” which I always took to mean that it was friendlier than other lubricants — like that party-pooper, motor oil. But “social lubricant” apparently refers to the fact that alcohol eases conversation by removing your fear of saying something idiotic, or, if you have no such fear, by dulling the fight-or-flight reflex of acquaintances who otherwise would be nimble enough not to get stuck talking with you.

The quotations below bear that definition out. Every single one of them is something I actually heard said by someone holding a drink at a holiday party. Or maybe misheard because of all the drunken holiday babbling. Or, O.K., maybe they’re things I might have heard if I ever got invited to any holiday parties, which I don’t because of my habit of following people around with a notepad waiting for them to utter something stupid.

“I don’t believe we’ve met. Oh, really? Right next door? Ten years?”

“We’re not really budgeted for a vacation this year, what with the exchange rate and my gambling addiction.”

“I have to apologize for not reading your new book yet. It’s just that the last one was so awful.”

“That’s a great outfit! It really shows off your breasts.”

“What I really want is a job where you don’t worry so much about money and prestige. Are there any openings at your place?”

“You know what I like about you? You gain weight in places that other men don’t.”

“I’m lucky in that my business is recession-proof. People will always need stool softeners.”

“So I told human resources flat out, it’s not sexual harassment if I can prove I’m impotent.”

“I haven’t seen you in forever! Whatever happened to that morals charge?”

“I would love to show you Italy like a native. The Italy of the Its.”

“I could be further up the ladder, but I won’t play their corporate games. Men’s Room, Women’s Room — too many rules.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the air of a much more successful person?”

“Sometimes accidental electrocution can be a blessing in disguise, but try telling that to the other mothers in the playgroup.”

“You’re that pregnant man I saw on TV!”

“Have I shown you the pictures from my hernia operation?”

“Did anyone see a prescription bottle with a label reading ‘Do Not Take With Alcohol,’ and if so, were there any pills in it, and if not, do you know where the nearest emergency room is?”

“You know, in this light you don’t look cross-eyed at all.”

“Einstein didn’t talk until he was three either, but it sounds like your kid’s just stupid.”

“Did you have some work done? Because, you know, too little too late.”

“I don’t usually drink this much, but you’re insufferable.”

“I had pants on when I came in, right?”

“Aren’t holiday parties great?”

How is this not a monty python sketch?

Productivity, thy name is nap.

I just made this during Anna's nap.

It's much to large for her at present but in all fairness I did it without measuring anything. "If I can't cut corners, I just won't do it!" that's my motto.

Thanks to LJ for the donated pillowcase and to Jan for giving me the push to get sewing.
It is the same style as the other two dresses I made, but I added a second pillowcase (cut in half and doubled) as a petticoat, which I think the others could have used.

Miscellanea

I was going to post about something entirely different, but as I went to find pictures, I found these gems.




Beetle and her friend came to babysit for us on Saturday night while we went to Ben' s work party. I guess they had a little fun on the mac, now I have a few more pictures in my files.

I am at a loss recently of things to post. Anna has been teething, she has two little ones poking up from the bottom. We are excited that Ben is done for the semester and can hang out with us all the time. I tried to make cinnamon rolls today...
They aren't great, and I didn't have any icing to put on, but they are edible. Unfortunately Ben is on a diet, so unless someone comes over, I guess I'll just have to eat them myself...I made Anna some warm babylegs for these winter months. I just cut holes in some fuzzy/cloud/muppet socks, she really likes them and they got a great reception on Sunday.

So anyway, Merry Christmas to all...

Cheese Sandwich, No Cleanup

here is a simple recipe that MIGHT work.

put two pieces of bread in the toaster
get out a slice of cheese (cheddar is preferred)
while the bread is toasting, hold the cheese over the heat as long as possible.
when the bread pops out, quickly place the sweaty cheese between the slices and hold together until cheese melts thoroughly. (about 30 seconds)
cut off crusts and slice into 4 strips

serves one crying baby, which will then stop crying as she gnaws at it and her poor little swollen gums appreciate all the texture.


mother may feel free to eat the crusts.

Paganism please

I think my top three favorite things about Christmas are
1) celebration of the birth of Christ
2) presents
3) the lengthening of days

And when I get overwhelmed with the first two, and contemplate never looking forward to Christmas again, I can remind myself that, 'hey, after Christmas, the days will get noticeably longer, isn't that great?'
Before Christianity added the other two elements, non-christians or "pagans" celebrated at this time as a signal for brighter, longer days in the future, and that is what I intend to do as well.

Merry Paganmas to you.

Did You Know?

It is called Black Friday because it is traditionally the first day of the year that stores become profitable - pushing them out of the Red and into the Black.

Now You Know!

New pictures

Here are some new pictures for all you blog stalkers out there, hopefully you aren't regretting encouraging me to put them up.
Anna has had a hard week trying to get used to napping and sleeping in her own bed. In addition she is finally teething, bottom teeth. Also before erntedankfest she came down with a little illness, but we will be triumphant! As I type this she is napping in her own bed for maybe the second time all week.



O Thaddenbaum, O Thaddenbaum! wie greun sind deiner pulli...