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April 17, 2005
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I blew up my comments, somehow. I am hoping that my husband will assist me turn them back on but at the moment he is smeared in grout and sealant fluids due to the reconstruction of our shower facility*. We were up until past midnight last night with the spackle spackle and the press press of the milky white tiles. When we were done my husband said the overall effect was sort of '80's, which I did not agree with but it still made me regret that we didn't do a black tile portrait of Cindy Lauper right in the middle. Actually it is more A Clockwork Orange, but I am thinking a nice throw rug and some potpourri will cozy that "just got out of the asylum and boy are my fingers bloody from trying to claw my way out" look right up.
* We're slowly but surely tiling every exposed surface in our home. It's a good thing the Bean moves as quick as he does.
Recently, we went to San Diego to visit my husband's dad and his family and as a bonus we got to take the Bean to Sea motherlovin' World, which I had never been to. It was totally awesome, there were things flipping and swimming and replicated in purchasable miniature all over the place. We were lucky to escape with just one tiny plush penguin, purchased in a chilly, artic-themed gift shop and lost not one hour later. We also got to touch some manta rays in a huge, shallow pool. For those of you who have never "petted the m-ray", I must mention how surprisingly slimy and muscular they are. My father-in-law, who was holding the Bean up for a closer look, decided that he would try and scoop a ray up in his other arm so the Bean could touch it. Understandably, the thing freaked out and WAP! WAP! WAP!ed the Bean in the face with his, um, wing. Is it a wing? Whatever it is, it is like a freaking oil covered He-Man bicep and overall, not something you want your kid to be hit in the face with.
After a brief period of comforting the Bean and the angry manta ray, my husband and I left him with his grandpa at tidepool exhibit so we could enjoy a water flume ride. Visions of returning to a lobster-covered toddler and a shrugging father-in-law (I dunno! They just attacked him!) danced in my head but only for a moment as the husband and I enjoyed maybe our fourth baby-free half hour since I birthed the adorable little so-and-so.
Also in San Diego, it was pointed out to me by husband that I am OLD due to the fact that I didn't know it was cool for guys to have their butts literally hanging out of the backs of their shorts, that this trend has a fashion name ("male butt cleavage"), and that it has been cool for at least three years. I'm like, if that is cool pass me the freaking Geritol, I've got some Pax to watch.
Now we are back in the butt cleavage-free (I think) zone of Seattle, where I find that I am infinitely more tired after three consecutive days with toddler than I am after four days with a corporation full of Blackberry-wielding, action item assigning adults. By this afternoon, toddler-themed stand-up comedy shows were swirling through my sleep-deprived brain (BECAUSE WHO DOESN'T LIKE TO WAKE UP AT 6 AM ON A SUNDAY?). I'll spare the details, but the punchline centered around toddlers and their constant snacking. Yeah...see?
Veggie Bootylicious,
~Max
Posted by Max at April 17, 2005 12:24 AM