Monday, May 22, 2006
Just Random Photos
Again, we have me perusing through my iPhoto Library.
Found these shots from our trip to NYC last year. I particularly like the shot of Reha at the MoMA.
This is Jonah in front of a Picasso. I think he’s trying to imitate the facial expression.
Jonah at DFW. Caught him staring out the window. Moment of repose, that sort of thing. :-]
It’s like she’s contemplative while the rest of the room is swirling around her. Which is a pretty good metaphor for her generally.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
It’s All in the Details
“Mooooommmmm!”
“What?!”
“Ellis is bugging me!”
“Can you be more specific?”
“She’s bugging me a lot! By annoying me.”
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Tenderized Toddler, Yum!
Reha and I have undertaken an exercise program (details to come, I’m sure), but I wasn’t originally aware of the dietary restrictions involved. Had I known that I wouldn’t be able to eat one of my favorite meals (Baby in a burgundy and pear reduction), I’d have had second thoughts.
Here’s the recipe that we use and that we’ll have to adjust accordingly for our diet.
Start off with one toddler (20-30 pounds). (You can use older toddlers, but they can be kind of “gamey” tasting)
Season well. (note the pears draped over this tasty treat. The juices, my heavenly days, the juices!)
Place your meal in a pre-heated oven (350°)
Cook for 10 minutes. Baste as neccessary.
Turn the beast after 10 minutes. Again, baste.
Now serve to your delighted guests!
A side of peas or other green veggie goes very well with this. We don’t drink wine at our house, but I think I’d go with a nice red.
If you enjoy this recipe, please forward it to all your friends! Feel free to credit me.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
A Bold Statement?
We went and picked up Lucas’ final b-day present last night. He’s had his heart set on an AirSoft BB gun for a while now. He begged for it and we, being pacifists and namby-pamby bleeding heart liberals were not excited about getting him the thing. But he pooled his money and got himself some good grades and basically, we were backed into a corner and we went and got the damn thing.
It looks like a clear, plastic M-16. Complete with a collapsible stock, for when you need to jump out of an airplane with a BB gun.
It shoots plastic BBs, but the things can pack a wallop.
Evidence the violence it wrought against an innocent Diet Coke™ can:
and this is the hole on the other side of the can:
Though maybe he’s just trying to make a statement to his Mother and I that we drink too much Diet Coke.
All I know is that the first eye that gets lost, I’m putting the thing in the dumpster. Though perhaps at that point it’s a bit late for such measures. The thing is unloaded and hidden and the ammo is in a totally separate location just in case people less responsible get ahold of it, I’m assured. I’m a little concerned that he didn’t tell *me* where he’s hidden it. Maybe he’s hiding it from me and not from Ellis… Hmmm.
Though he is my son, so what do I really have to say or expect? Mass Destruction is in his genes.
Monday, May 15, 2006
But I called It!
Over the weekend we went to the grocery store for our usual run of gallons of Diet Coke, loafs and loafs of bread and toiletries by the case and I happened to sit in the back seat.
Lucas called “shotgun,” you see. And in the Deal family clan, “shotgun” is a very, very serious thing. And of course, the rules for calling “shotgun” are complex and grounded in traditions too ancient to even explain. It’s dogma by now. And everyone knows, you can’t mess with dogma.
Anyway, the boy called “shotgun” so I fet obliged to give it to him. So I sat in the back of the van and entertained Ellis.
Then I remembered that according to some arcane rule Jonah had made up, I was sitting in the “Rocket Launcher” seat. He’s too small to sit in the “shotgun” seat, so even if he calls “shotgun!” as soon as he steps out the door, he still has to sit in the back and doesn’t get to sit in the front passenger seat. Jonah was a bit too young to understand that though we were saying “shotgun” it didn’t have anything to do with the weapons. But that didn’t stop him from naming each of the van’s seats after a weapon he’d seen in a video game. Grenade Launcher, Rocket Launcher, Dual Wielding Needlers (cf. Halo 2), Award Rifle (Star Wars Battlefront 2), Sniper Rifle, etc.
So I think it might be time to get him back to reading books instead of playing video games all summer.
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