22 January 2008

You look like a monkey, and you smell like one too.

Watching the turtles



Here are Bella and a little friend watching what I'm pretty sure was two screwing turtles. But since they have a very brief attention span, I don't think they saw more than a thrust or two, so it was probably just confusing rather than scarring.

I hadn't been to the zoo (the "new zoo" as Brent calls it) in a long time and I was pleasantly surprised to find a winter dolphin show (it's enclosed!), a food court (not just Dairy Queen!), and a Caribou (praise the lord!). But the rest was pretty much the same. It is peak mating season for the snow monkeys (according to the placquard), which means their butts are as red as they get. Why aren't they advertising this?! Instead we hear about new dolphins. Lame. MAXIMUM. BUTT. REDNESS. The crowds should be pouring in.

We rode the monorail, because we deemed it too cold outside to walk around, since it was only 25 degrees. I know. Hilarious.

Since our trip to the zoo, we have celebrated the big 2 birthday. Bella got a Curious George quilt, which she was surprisingly excited about, and a vacuum, which she managed to pinch herself with in the first 12 seconds and now whenever she plays with it she has to describe how it pinched her right HERE and how she CRIED. But did I mention it is a working vacuum? So once we are over the pinch-trauma hurdle, we are going to have the most enthusaistically and randomly cleaned carpets in town. Yay!

07 January 2008

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Birthday Cake

I could tell you Bella helped write the cake inscription and that is why it looks like a drunk person did it. But that would not be true. And would violate one of my main New Year's Resolutions of Super Accuracy. In truth, it was me alone who did a shameful job. It was not my fault, however! I blame the squeeze-y tube of cakemate frosting. Which gave me carpal tunnel and a stroke simultaneously. Happy Birthday, INDEED!

I think this photo summarizes the problems with a January 5 birthday pretty well. The stained Christmas tablecloth represents all of us, his family, party-weary and barely able to muster ourselves to wrap something, certainly NOT in non-Christmas paper. The drunken writing on the cake represents that we're party-weary and barely able to.... wait. Well yeah. You get the idea.

And yes, I know, I had a January baby and so am perpetuating the problem of post-holiday birthdays. ACK! Luckily, Bella is little enough that we just put away Christmas presents that she is too saturated to open and whip them out again a few weeks later. Happy Birthday! This year she is getting a Curious George quilt from me. But unfortunately, she, who was needs-a-therapist-crazy about George just a month ago, is now only interested in Santa. Guess I should have made her a Santa quilt. Or maybe a pre-emptive Easter Bunny quilt? Can you outfox a fox? My quilting skills still leave a lot to be desired, as you will see when I post pictures of my wonky quilt, so I am planning on taking a Crafty Planet quilt class at the earliest opportunity.

Speaking of which, my Crafty Planet skirt class is amazing! I learned how to put in an invisible zipper for real, not just me smashing it in and then ironing the hell out of it: "HULK put in invisible Zipper! HULK smash!" And when you need something for your project, the instructor walks into the store with you and helps you pick out exactly the right (zipper, interfacing, etc) for your project. How cool is that?! My only qualm is that with the class and the fabric and all told, my skirt is going to be a $110 garment. So don't be surprised if I never take it off.

You: Hey Amy, nice skirt!
Me: Thanks, I made it!
You, next day: Hey Amy, nice skirt!
Me: Thanks, it's the one I made but inside out this time!
You, day after that: Hey Amy, nice head scarf!
Me: Thanks, it's my skirt wrapped around my head!

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