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October 23rd, 2011
07:57 pm - random announcement
I'm tweeting now, for whatever that's worth -- but not under any names anyone might be familiar with. If you're interested in following me, send me an email, and if I know you I'll tell you how to find me.
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August 31st, 2011
11:54 pm - in which my kid is more awesome than I deserve
We've been hitting the pool at least once a week all summer. By week 2, the BG was comfortable paddling all over the place in her floaties while I spectated beside the pool.
So tonight we went to the pool, and I helped her change into her suit, and while I found a place to spread out our stuff, she said, "Mom, can I get in the pool now??" and I said sure.
And as I heard her jump in I automatically turned to watch her and idly thought, "Huh, she usually doesn't sink under like that," before my brain kicked into gear and I realized, "*Shit*, she's not wearing her floaties!"
I knelt beside the pool and watched her head bob back up, thinking just maybe she'd be able to come up paddling without her floaties, and wouldn't that be awesome?
But her eyes were scared and her mouth never made it out of the water, so I climbed in, clothes and all, and hauled her into my arms. And she was shaky, but fine -- she'd kept her head and held her breath.
And then RM showed up (he'd gone to get a coke) and asked what was going on, and I climbed out and went to quietly go into hysterics change into my suit while she got a hug from Baba, and when I came out of the dressing room the first thing she said was, "Will you get in the pool with me now?"
So we got back in the pool, and she laughed and shrieked and splashed with no fear at all. "Mom, when I drowned, I held my breath, and I was so brave," she said.
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August 29th, 2011
10:59 pm
So, there was a hurricane (which the BG charmingly kept calling a "candy cane"). But I'm so used to the late summer thunderstorms in DC, and Irene didn't have a whole lot of thunder and lightning (I guess maybe hurricanes don't?), so it was kinda anticlimactic. (Also, we are fortunate enough to live in a part of town where the power lines are all underground.)
In other news, Neil Gaiman and Armistead Maupin had a beautiful Twitter conversation:
NG: Oh bloody hell. That's an actual cock crowing outside the window as I try to get to sleep. #welcometothecountryside
AM: @neilhimself Some of us enjoy an actual cock at bedtime ;)
NG: @ArmisteadMaupin I think you need this: instantrimshot.com
AM: @neilhimself I will NOT make a rim pun, I will NOT make a rim pun ...
NG: @ArmisteadMaupin I love and miss you (as does Amanda), and I am proud of you for not making a rim pun.
Finally, the BG started real, live public school on Friday (I know!). Her teacher seems awesome so far -- she has a real knack for putting kids at ease. Also, she said the BG is "a joy." ::beams with pride:: (Also also, she said the BG is "a talker." Ahem. Score one for nurture.)
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August 26th, 2011
August 10th, 2011
08:34 am - Is there any innocent explanation for this?
The other day I was sitting in Starbucks at lunchtime, not too far from the spot where people wait to pick up their drinks. There was a couple standing there, and the way they were standing/speaking, I could hear his side of the conversation clearly, but hers was like the teachers in Charlie Brown specials -- wah wah wah. So anyhow, this is what I heard:
man: How'd everything go?
woman: Fine, wah wah wah wah
man: You picked up the car?
woman: wah wah wah wah
man: No sign of the police?
woman: wah wah wah wah
Maybe it's just me, but I can't figure out how a conversation featuring the question "no sign of the police?" could possibly be discussing something completely legit and above-board.
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August 4th, 2011
12:55 am - whatever gets you through the night ...
Sat up late last night reading a very creepy SPN fic (and really, given the show, you'd think there'd be a lot more of those, but not so much).
And then, you know, it was dark, and RM was at work, and the BG was nestled all snug in her bed (sugarplums, etc.), and I still needed to go downstairs and do the dishes and try to ignore the distinct feeling that any minute now, some demonic something was going to come smirking up the basement stairwell and attack me at the kitchen sink.
So I wound up digging through my CDs and listening to the *Godspell* soundtrack. (Because Jesus Christ Superstar is just too cynical to ward off demons at 2 am.)
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July 31st, 2011
02:16 pm - two worlds collided ...
IF you declare Saturday a TV amnesty day and allow your three-year-old to watch multiple back-to-back episodes of "Wow Wow Wubbzy," and
IF you stay up past your bedtime reading a shit-ton of Gabriel/Sam Winchester slash,
THEN you just might find yourself, as you stagger bleary-eyed through the kitchen in the wee hours of the morning pouring milk in a sippy cup to soothe said three-year-old back to sleep, pondering how one might vid Supernatural to Wubbzy's theme song.
(In case you're wondering: Walden is clearly Castiel, and even though I initially assumed Wubbzy would be Dean, lyrics-wise Widget must be Dean, which means Wubbzy is Sam and Daizy is Gabriel.)
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July 18th, 2011
10:08 pm - fannish things
So, despite my last several posts, my life hasn't entirely been consumed by parenting -- I really do sometimes do fannish things.
For the past couple nights, RM & I have been watching Luther. I wasn't completely convinced after the first episode, but by the end of the second I was well and truly hooked. There's not as much detecting as I'm used to -- it's mostly Luther having these leaps of intuition and then figuring out how to manipulate people. They are amazing leaps, though, and I love Idris Elba's performance. My only complaint is that, between the accents and the mumbling, we have to turn the volume way up to figure out what anyone is saying.
A couple weeks ago we watched The Eagle on demand, and then I munched through all the Esca/Marcus fic on AO3, pausing to savor Time yet for a hundred indecisions, by linaerys and just about everything by Carmarthen.
There was a burst of Fast Five enthusiasm after the movie came out, but it seems to have died way down, I think because ( spoiler ). Still, it got me checking in with Vin Diesel's Facebook page every so often, and I was VERY psyched to see hints that the third Riddick film is underway. (John Scalzi wrote an article about the perils of sequels that referenced Chronicles of Riddick as a terrible sequel, which puzzled me, because I *loved* the way that sequel created a whole world from the glimpses we got in Pitch Black.)
p.s. Thanks to all who posted to say they like Spiderman! The BG enjoyed studying all your icons, and has expressed no further reservations about her shoes.
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July 11th, 2011
08:01 pm - Raising kids is HARD
A month or so ago, we bought the BG some sneakers. They light up with each step she takes and they have Spiderman on them (or 'Fiderman, as she likes to call him), and she LOVES them.
Except apparently some unnmamed kids have been telling her that Spiderman shoes are for boys, not for girls.
So we've talked about how you don't need a p@n1s to wear Spiderman shoes, you just need to like Spiderman.
And we've talked about how, even though most of the kids she sees wearing Spiderman shoes are boys, there are plenty of girls who like Spiderman.
But she hasn't ever *met* any of those girls -- which is where y'all come in.
Shamelessly copying from that mom whose daughter likes Star Wars: If you are a girl or woman on my f'list who likes Spiderman, can you comment here? And if you know a girl or woman who likes Spiderman, can you ask her to comment here?
I'm NOT looking for this to go viral or move off of DW/LJ -- I just want to be able to point to this screen and say to the BG, "See, every one of these little pictures here belongs to a girl or woman who likes Spiderman, just like you."
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July 8th, 2011
12:09 am - three random things about the BG
1. While we were at the beach, the BG got a temporary glow-in-the-dark tattoo, about two inches in diameter, on her thigh. A week later, it’s faded to a smudgy black patch with a faint yellow cast -- which is to say, it looks an awful lot like a big bruise.
Last night as she was getting into her jammies, RM said with some alarm, “What happened there?”, pointing at the patch on her leg. I hastily explained that it was the remains of her fake tattoo.
The BG agreed, “Yeah, that’s what I told them at school.”
2. At the pool on the 4th, a man who was the spitting image of Dan Savage went out of his way to tell me, in reference to the BG, “She’s beautiful!”
So I got home and googled, and Dan Savage was in DC a few days before – June 29 – which makes me think it might’ve actually been him at the pool. (Also, he’s an adoptive parent himself, and it’s not uncommon for APs to make some sort of overture when they encounter one another.)
3. The BG has started saying “Duh!” She has the intonation right, but she hasn’t -quite- mastered when to apply it. The other day the moon was visible in the morning, and she said, “Hey, I can see the moon! [pause] Duh!”
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