Month: April 2009

Seventeen Months

The kid becomes more fun to be around every month. This month has brought more walking than crawling, and climbing everything, from the couch, to the dining chairs, to the mother, and even the oven.

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He’s rather pleased with his new abilities, but very rarely uses them for good.

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He can now sit at his own table and eat food off a plate.

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More often, the food gets flung and he dances on the table, but the basic skills are there.

He’s learning from the bunnies that hay is a tasty treat.

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And he’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

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The end of an era

When George died (in 2004), one of the things we found in his kitchen was an ancient roll of cling wrap. George never bought a brand name product when there was a generic available, and he never bought the small size if there was a catering pack available. This Black Gold cling wrap could be ten years old, and on Saturday, when Mum and I were making a recipe from one of his sisters, it ran out.

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Fruit allergies becomming more common

But most reactions are due to the spread of pollens that react with certain fruits and vegetables. So he can eat all the rockmelon he wants to, as long as he lives in a bubble?

But most reactions are due to the spread of pollens that react with certain fruits and vegetables.

So he can eat all the rockmelon he wants to, as long as he lives in a bubble?

Satan likes Anzac biscuits

Because I think it’s good manners to show your appreciation with baked goods, I took a batch of Anzac Biscuits to the Opera House yesterday. After the show, we caught up with Kate to chat about it, and I mentioned how much I loved the dancing of the woman wearing the “I Love NY” t-shirt, the enthusiasm of the conductor, and the powerful and oily charm of Satan. Today I got an email from Kate saying that she had given each of these people a biscuit (and her fellow follow spot operator), and that they were a hit with Satan. It’s not every day you get an endorsement from basement cat.

Because I think it’s good manners to show your appreciation with baked goods, I took a batch of Anzac Biscuits to the Opera House yesterday. After the show, we caught up with Kate to chat about it, and I mentioned how much I loved the dancing of the woman wearing the “I Love NY” t-shirt, the enthusiasm of the conductor, and the powerful and oily charm of Satan.

Today I got an email from Kate saying that she had given each of these people a biscuit (and her fellow follow spot operator), and that they were a hit with Satan.

It’s not every day you get an endorsement from basement cat.