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Yesterday was the kind of weather you have to snatch before it's gone. (Today it's raining.) Bless Mr. Right for making it home just a little early so we could take the new (to us) canoe out for a second paddle. Sunset, and ducks for the kids to throw bread crusts at. That is all there was and all there needed to be. Continue reading
Posted Apr 8, 2014 at What There's Time For
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On a simple vanilla cake, one bowl, no fuss. Chocolate ganache made with two bars of Ghirardelli bittersweet chocolate and a bit more than a cup of whipping cream. Half the ganache (less, actually) whipped for the filling, the rest poured for the coating. Delicious and beautiful. Ganache, I'm telling you. It's so easy, so pretty, so yummy. Continue reading
Posted Apr 6, 2014 at What There's Time For
So, I skipped last week. Focusing effort on the launch of the larger beta test for the new app, which is exciting and a little intimidating but has mostly been pretty amazing. Just to have a bunch of people using it and getting crash reports and all that is really good. Feedback. Don't we all live for feedback? For a few days, I felt like I was barely keeping on top of it, but suddenly today I'm a little like, "Huh. What do I do now?" There's plenty to do, of course, but no longer are there a few particularly... Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2014 at What There's Time For
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Even better than having chicks yourself, I think! Shmoogie loved them and kept trying to get them to eat out of her hand, which they weren't so interested in since there's food in the box where they spend all their time, but now they were out in the big wide world and wanted to look around. Mr. P smiled a lot and was very gentle with them, but quickly decided he was a little afraid of their claws and just wanted to let them walk around on his lap instead of holding them in his hands. Continue reading
Posted Mar 21, 2014 at What There's Time For
Yesterday morning, I put Mr. P in the car with his clothes in a bag. He had them on by the time we got to school, but it was a narrow win. :) Continue reading
Posted Mar 20, 2014 at What There's Time For
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The party went well, although they found the pinata much earlier in the treasure horcrux hunt than they were supposed to (I just put it back and they were happy to keep looking for clues). Also, although most of the kids are Harry Potter fans, it turns out few of them have reached the last book and so the idea of hunting horcruxes didn't resonate so much (this didn't seem to bother them, though). I had thought about making little cardboard or clay replicas of each horcrux that they would have to break in order to get the next clue... Continue reading
Posted Mar 19, 2014 at What There's Time For
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Mr. P is feeling philosophical a few days ahead of his birthday, "Sometimes I have the idea that my whole life is just a dream and when I die I'll wake up and be with all the other people." Oh, I say, that's a very interesting idea. Will that be a nice waking up, do you think? "No, because, if you must know, I rather like my life." ("If you must know" and a few other odd phrases, like "to my way of thinking" and "after my reckoning" and "by my way of telling", permeate his speech these days. I... Continue reading
Posted Mar 14, 2014 at What There's Time For
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Just when I was starting to get a little gloomy about the damp dark, it seems to be spring. The dreaded Seattle weather is so far not very impressive. I'm starting to suspect that most people here are either from California or hold California in their minds as weather standard because it's sort of close by or something. I mean, people grumble when it rains hard enough to need an umbrella! Apparently, Seattle is only supposed to gently mist all the time. Continue reading
Posted Mar 11, 2014 at What There's Time For
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Current status: making a Nagini pinata and pushing app betas. Can't complain. Continue reading
Posted Mar 10, 2014 at What There's Time For
Welcome to my brain towards the end of app development. The new app is really nearly done. Done enough for a wider testing audience, anyway. And that is awesome. I even have moments where I think the app is pretty awesome. Like yesterday, when I was getting ready to go out for the evening to see Stephanie Pearl-McPhee talk about her newest book and I got my Expecto Patronum vest project materials and downloaded the chart I'd made for the back onto my phone and pulled it into a new project IN MY OWN APP and in a minute or... Continue reading
Posted Mar 6, 2014 at What There's Time For
We are talking about the day Shmoogie was born and I ask her jokingly, "Do you remember that?" She looks at me a little sadly and says, "No, I wasn't there when I was born, remember?" We chat a little about how this is, in a sense, true. Then she starts talking fast, a little faster than she can quite think, "But now I'm bigger and my brain is bigger and bigger and I have big thinkings..." she gestures excitedly, patting at the air around her head, "Like, I remember lots of things. Lots and lots of things! Like when... Continue reading
Posted Mar 4, 2014 at What There's Time For
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He got up and dressed himself this morning. Mr. Right even thought maybe he wanted to go to school. But he's not going to school until he can eat more than half a cupcake (his choice this morning at the bakery after we dropped off Shmoogie for a theater field trip with her preschool) before looking at me mournfully and asking if we can take it home for later. Also not before he can hear what I'm saying without me shouting near his ear. Also not before we can hear what he's saying without leaning close and putting an ear... Continue reading
Posted Feb 26, 2014 at What There's Time For
Things are looking up around here, slowly. Mr. P ate a little pizza last night and a crustless PB&J this afternoon. He wanted to mail a letter just now and actually put on clothes and walked with me to the mail box, as opposed to wanting to be carried the 10 feet to the car as he has for a week. The awful bad breath is mostly gone. We were warned about it, but it's a bizarre kind of bad breath that I've never smelled before, I couldn't even describe it. Shmoogie hates it and complained about it for days.... Continue reading
Posted Feb 25, 2014 at What There's Time For
We continue to muddle along here in sans tonsil land. The couch is collecting spots of red jello, purple popsicles, and orange medicine. The freezer is collecting barely licked and then re-wrapped popsicles, fudgesicles, and little bowls of untouched icecream. The fridge has it's barely-sipped cups of milk, refused cups of chocolate pudding, and loved/hated tubes of strawberry yogurt. Every morning, we have to get Mr. P to start drinking again and taking his medicine. This at least goes better than in the middle of the night. Then I try to coax him into eating something. "How about a chocolate... Continue reading
Posted Feb 23, 2014 at What There's Time For
You know you're in Seattle when the only juice sold at the Children's Hospital Starbucks is unpasteurized. Seriously. Am I the only one who finds that... odd? I'm drinking water. Anyway, we're at the hospital. Should be going home shortly, after intravenous fluids and anti nausea medicine for poor Mr. P (who was pretty much a limp, quiet noodle until he heard the word IV, which in the end went just fine and he is perking up). **** That was last night, after Mr. P had been unable to keep down any medication, including Tylenol, for more than 30 minutes... Continue reading
Posted Feb 20, 2014 at What There's Time For
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Last night, when he was saying he felt sick to his stomach, I was worried we'd have to reschedule the dreaded tonsillectomy. But he did eat a whole hamburger, some fries, and a good half of a chocolate milkshake. This morning, his tummy stilled "had a really bad ache", but it was a kind of ache that "I've never felt before, unless it happened when I was a baby and I don't remember it." And then he was pretty perky when we got here and he got to play with the matchbox car ramp in the playroom while we waited.... Continue reading
Posted Feb 18, 2014 at What There's Time For
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Shmoogie's valentines. Adorable. Also, probably acceptable at a school that wants only balanced snacks and meals with healthy ingredients. But she's mildly jealous that Mr. P's valentines are chocolate, which I figure we can get away with at public school. ;) Chocolate frog molds, melting chocolate (I think I'd use regular chocolate chips next time and maybe mix in rice crispies to make them a little less of a calorie/sugar bomb), and treat bags all from Amazon. The idea and the cute printable tags (they have To:/From: on the back) from superexhausted.com, who apparently also has a Harry Potter-obsessed child.... Continue reading
Posted Feb 14, 2014 at What There's Time For
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Alex was the first one out. Mr. P ate breakfast looking out on the backyard and said, "I kind of think it's just pretty. I kind of don't want to play in it so it will stay pretty." (This might have been slightly related to the fact that we had — utterly unaware that we would be getting snow ourselves — taken them the previous evening to the mountains for tubing, which they enjoyed but was miserably cold with snow coming down and a bitter wind.) Shmoogie, however, wanted out in it as soon as possible. To her, it seemed... Continue reading
Posted Feb 10, 2014 at What There's Time For
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The kids are excited, although Shmoogie is also perplexed that we should celebrate his birthday since "Abuelo isn't alive anymore." She's not complaining about the pie, though. :) Continue reading
Posted Feb 4, 2014 at What There's Time For
The only thing I have to say about that is that I realized this week that I know a lot more about Quidditch than I do about football (I'm not alone, either, says the Internet). As in, I could, I'm pretty sure, tell you all the positions on a quidditch team and roughly what they're responsible for, but while watching a "wide receiver" interviewed on the Colbert Report, I had to google to find out if there are also "narrow receivers". I've already forgotten the answer, because what I found was a Wikipedia page that totally blew my mind. There... Continue reading
Posted Feb 3, 2014 at What There's Time For
The truth is, the staff at the otolaryngology clinic didn't think that joke was funny, but I still do. See, on Friday morning, we snagged a cancelled appointment slot to get Mr. P in for a specialist check on his nose. As expected, he was deemed fine. Whether there's a hairline fracture in there or not, there's nothing they would do (as I suspected!). So the nice doctor was sending us on our way with instructions to do saline spray to help clear out what she suspected was blood congealed up in his nasal cavity, causing him to sound stuffed... Continue reading
Posted Jan 27, 2014 at What There's Time For
When it's been so many days since I posted, sometimes I feel like a random is the only thing I can do! Mr. P may have broken his nose Sunday morning while (wait for it...) getting dressed. He claims he "jumped" and then his nose smacked into the floor. (I did ask if he was planning to land on his feet or something else and he said, "I don't even know what I was planning!") It was impressively swollen until yesterday, when it started to turn colors instead. Follow up appointment tomorrow morning to find out if it really did... Continue reading
Posted Jan 23, 2014 at What There's Time For
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Today it is six years since my father passed away and it is strange that the years keep marching on. The only thing I can say is that this year I have finally been able to think about him more as the good but real person he was than as the saint he became in my mind as soon as he died. That may not be much, but it feels like progress and like something he would have felt more honored by. Continue reading
Posted Jan 19, 2014 at What There's Time For
The Christmas knitting, finally posted. :) Continue reading
Posted Jan 17, 2014 at What There's Time For
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Mr. P was up early this morning and helpfully made breakfast for me and Daddy, except that he poured milk in the Cheerios and that wasn't so helpful because I had to spring out of bed to eat mine before they were totally soggy. But then we had some extra time. Time in which he got dressed and, when I told him to at least find his shoes (his brand new, well-fitted shoes that were not cheap), told me his teacher doesn't want him to wear those shoes anymore. You see, besides the charming red lights that twinkle from the... Continue reading
Posted Jan 15, 2014 at What There's Time For