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Thursday, 19 November 2009
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Nawlins Bound
Amidst a flurry of final preparations for the conference side of my upcoming visit to New Orleans (for the annual Society of Biblical Literature meeting), I suddenly realized that I was going to be in New Orleans, the city. Not just the New Orleans the conference site.
So, what should I do? Where should I go? What should I eat?
Where should I go to eat?
I'm arriving on Saturday and presenting on Tuesday. So, I'll need at least one day to write my paper (kidding, Mom!), but I want to take some time to see The Big Easy. (I especially want to find one of those fabled drive-through daquiri places. Not that I'll have a car.)
Any suggestions on where to worship Sunday morning?
And . . . well, the eating part is especially important, savvy?
Monday, 16 November 2009
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Gratuitous Theo Video
Dontcha just want to eat him up with a spoon?
Friday, 13 November 2009
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Finished Object Friday!
I finally finished seaming the lace shawl I showed you before.
I'm happy to report that I did not go blind--at least not immediately. (I can't say that my eyes are entirely recovered from the experience.)
There it is.
And here, too! It's a little squatter than many stoles, which tend to be a longer, skinnier rectangle. But I like a shawl that covers my back a little better, so I decided to sacrifice a little armspan for a warm lower back.
There's the whole thing.
And a closeup.
Isn't that nice?
So, to recap: lace shawl (my own design, using a traditional shetland lace motif), in Wollmeise Sockenwolle, colors Vergissmeinnicht and Blaue Tint (forget-me-not and blue ink).
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
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Crafty as serpents, innocent as serpents.
I've instituted a bit of a crack-down on certain behaviors that have gotten out of control.
One of them is Theo's habit of opening up DVD cases and playing with the DVD inside. I'm just as happy for him to destroy Thomas and the Cranky Bugs as not, but I don't want him ruining library DVDs, right? So, now, he gets a time out whenever he does it.
"Oh, how cruel! He just doesn't understand. He's too young to control his impulses yet."
Uh-huh. Too young. Doesn't understand. Yup. Sure thing.
Yesterday afternoon, he came into the study while I was writing. He went rooting through the closet and came up with a Thomas video. "Remember you're not allowed to open it," I said. "Just look at the pictures on the outside."
"Okay, Mommy!"
He played around with it some, looking at the pictures, turning it around, banging on it, whatever. I watched through the corner of my eye.
Then he looked at me--directly at me--and put his little fingers on the edge to open it. He waited until I looked at him. (Because he didn't understand that he was about to do something wrong, right? Because he was just doing it accidentally, right? Because he can't stop himself, right?)
I, of course, gave him my patented You Must Be Joking Me look.
He moved his fingers away from the Danger Zone.
He played around with it some more, looking at the pictures, turning it around, banging on it. I watched through the corner of my eye.
Then he stood up and left the room. He was out in the hallway for about four seconds. He came back and said, "Mommy, I just going to close your door." He closed the study door.
What do you think he was doing when I went out into the hallway?
Rule of thumb: if they understand enough to try to deceive you, they understand enough to stop doing it.
Sunday, 08 November 2009
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We love presents.
Grandparents never come without gifts. That's just part of being a grandparent, I hear.
"Whassat, Grammommy?? Whassat?"
"Bruvver Isaac hep open it. It not his. It not for him. He just hep open it."
"Thank you for the balls for me! I yike dat!"
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