Observant Mommy

It was after bathtime, and my sweet little guy was running around in the nude. What does any self-respecting scrapbooker do? She takes photos!

Photo #1:

Oh, the sweet baby! Photo #2 is equally sweet, but I didn't notice the details until I had printed out the photo just now:
HE PEED ON MY WALL!!! And darn if he doesn't look proud of himself for it!

Freaky Food

I don't know why, but today I've been thinking about what a wierdo I am. There are so many food quirks I have, and I'm so pleased that Steve knows most of them, so I don't really have to explain myself anymore. Here are a few:

* I adore Lucky Charms.

* I really like hot tea (particularly Irish Breakfast), but only if I can have 2 ice cubes in it.

* I really like iced tea, too, but without any ice. Unless it's a super-hot day, then ice is acceptable.

* The best breakfast, in my opinion, is room temperature iced tea and an old fashioned donut.

* I prefer red wine to white.

* My favorite food ever is my mom's veggie spaghetti. I'll give you the recipe sometime.

* When I eat spaghetti, I use my fork and knife to cut "slices" about 1" apart, all in one direction (left to right). Then I turn the plate 1/4 turn and do the same, so it's all criss-cross and in perfectly manageable bite-sized pieces. This does not apply to veggie spaghetti.

* I'm not a fan of drinking milk. It kind of grosses me out, UNLESS I'm eating veggie spaghetti or sometimes with pizza.

* Scrambled eggs are icky, unless prepared by me or my mom. Otherwise, they turn my stomach something awful.

* Rice Chex is not yummy plain or with bananas. It is only yummy with fresh strawberries.

* McCann's Steel Cut oatmeal is the bomb. Yummers, yum, yum. I will take just about any kind of oatmeal, and the more kinds of fruit I can put on it, the better. The best oatmeal I ever had included raisins, fresh blueberries, fresh strawberries, fresh bananas, and it was delicious. NO MILK IN MY OATMEAL!!! That's just disgusting.

* I never drink the last few sips of my latte. You can't see the bottom of the cup, and you just never know what's lurking down there.

* I always love malt vinegar on my fries.

* Given the choice, I really prefer to drink with a straw. A little more sanitary that way, methinks.

That's all I can think of in these 5 minutes, just off the top of my head. Am I the only one with these oddities, or do you, too, have Food Freakiness? Please share! (Especially you, Lesley.)

I'm Getting Old!

I bought a new computer today. While it is exciting and fun, and I think my new MacBook is the prettiest piece of technology since the iPod I bought 3 years ago, it ages me. I have so much to learn with this new contraption! Strangely, it's not my increasing numbers of gray hairs, nor my dwindling patience, and not even my sagging body that makes me feel old. It's my steep learning curve with this new computer. It's not nearly as intuitive as learning used to be. I pride myself on being tech-savvy. Three weeks ago I built a website from scratch, something I had never done before! My bosses ask me to fix their email problems, thinking I'm the greatest thing since drag-and-drop, but here I have what is supposed to be a very simple thing and I'm a crazy mess! How do I get my email folders? How do I get my Palm calendar to synch with iCal, and my Palm contacts to synch with this Address Book? And perhaps most importantly, why isn't my iTunes synching all my music? [If you know the answers to these questions, please email me pronto!] In a few months, I will have mastered this, I'm sure, and believe me, I'll be all puffed up with pride from this accomplishment as much as any other achievement. It's really all about the little things in life.

The Definition of Delight

At this very moment, as I write this, Steve is serenading our daughter while she takes a shower. He is strumming his baritone ukelele and together they are belting out "When the Saints Go Marching In." It sounds like this:
"Oh when the saints... (K: Oh when the saints!)... go marching in... (K: Marching in!)... Oh when the saints go marching...[pause for chord change]...in (K: Yes they march!)!"

There is much gesticulating that goes along with this performance. It is the most wonderful concert I have ever heard.