Gee, you'd think that juliana and smonster were sisters or something.

We look like it, we act like it, but no.

If so, she's the evil one, tempting me into all sorts of fannish obsessions.

Then again, I'm the one who gave her Fernet.

Can't wait to have some more and planning to take some home. Going to try to not black out this time.

Jess, a third 'sister'? Did I miss an allusion?

Must go eat lunch. Hugs to all, especially Kristin.

Jess, a third 'sister'? Did I miss an allusion?

Only because you're BOTH the evil one.

When I was looking at a online tour of an old Chinese house--one that had been dismantled, shipped to the states and reassembled in a museum--one of the (100 year old?) photos showed an ancient Chinese exersaucer. It was a wood, cone-shaped barrel with a kid sticking out of it (there was a step inside for the kid to stand on) and it had a toy. This was used pretty much like the modern version to keep tots out of fires and away from other household dangers. I thought it was amazing because I often wonder how parents managed before modern conveniences.

I have a friend with two kids very close to mine in ages. I know she probably thinks I'm a paranoid parent but I just can't let my kids run loose. It makes me nuts to watch her do it in the mall, toy stores, restaurants, etc. Her kids are just different than mine. And I'm less trusting.

We acknowlege Owen's bumps and his response when he falls is (even if he's crying) "I'm OK! I'M OOOOOK!" It almost makes me cry.

I'm waiting patiently for Owen to get out of this phase. Today just seems to be getting into stuff day for him. Pretty much because I'm too tired to do much with them because I was up with Liv from 2:00 to 3:30 a.m. with cold issues. I've got him working on playdough right next to me now, though and he seems to be well occupied.

I'm going to go set up the play tent Owen got for Christmas so we can play inside and do story time in it. Then, NAPS. For everyone.

Oh, and Kristin, I'm sorry. I hope he's just forgetful and walks away from the computer to do other things (which is why I don't AIM unless I've got a specific conversation going on). I know it sucks for you but it also might be a protective thing for him, emotionally.

Then, NAPS. For everyone.

Naps are teh sexy.

Best of luck with naps today, Cashmere.

When I was looking at a online tour of an old Chinese house--one that had been dismantled, shipped to the states and reassembled in a museum--one of the (100 year old?) photos showed an ancient Chinese exersaucer. It was a wood, cone-shaped barrel with a kid sticking out of it (there was a step inside for the kid to stand on) and it had a toy. This was used pretty much like the modern version to keep tots out of fires and away from other household dangers. I thought it was amazing because I often wonder how parents managed before modern conveniences.

This is in Salem! At the Peabody Essex Museum! The China House! Or more formally (and correctly) the Yin Yu Tang House!

In conclusion, everyone should come to Salem to see the China house, and then have beers with me.

and then have beers with me.

San Francisco misses you Nora. The foghorns said so this morning.

We had to come home when the streetlights came on.

'Cause that's when the monsters come out.

This is in Salem! At the Peabody Essex Museum! The China House! Or more formally (and correctly) the Yin Yu Tang House!

That looks interesting. TCG and I keep talking about meeting you in Salem for dinner and beer one night, but things keep popping up. We must plan something soon.