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Facebook Archive Nov-Dec 2010
These are my status updates from Facebook for the relevant time period (at least the ones I felt worth copying over), primarily copied to put KJ stories here.
Goodness, I hadn't realised I'd been screwing around with FB that long.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010 at 2:16pm
The baby stole the last chicken nugget. Then she dipped the end thoughtfully in the ketchup, and chewed solemnly on the middle. After a bit she wiped the ketchup off on my trundle table, and then nommed thoughtfully on the table ....
Thursday, November 11, 2010 at 5:55pm
Phelps is picketing my high school. I graduated from a high school that he thinks is worth picketing. I feel weirdly proud of this.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010 at 6:06pm
has taken the baby for her regular tuneup and tire rotation. Height: 32 inches. Weight: 24 lbs. 13 oz. Monkey: CLUNG TO WITH TEAR-WRINGING FEROCITY.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010 at 4:20pm
sighs. The kid who treats all food as if it is potentially made of angry scorpions (requiring lengthy study, investigation, and the assistance of parental food tasters before consumption) encounters peat moss, and promptly shoves some in her mouth.
And then goes 'Bleah!' and tries to remove it all.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010 at 5:30pm
Life may or may not be a box of chocolates, but the parcel on my stoop definitely is.
Saturday, December 4, 2010 at 9:54pm
catches the baby dancing to goth rock.
Monday, December 6, 2010 at 4:06pm
considers turing this round of 'trapped under the napbaby' into a nap.
Monday, December 13, 2010 at 10:03pm
observes the latest in Attack of the Doom Cute: KJ marching in place on a DDR pad (unplugged) while E exercises.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010 at 1:05am
went out to dinner this evening with Teine Dreugan for our tenth wedding anniversary. We attempted to order a petit syrah, but they were out. And I had a thought, which I did not speak, until he said:
"What."
"Que syrah, syrah," I told him.
He made quite the faces.
"I didn't tell you until you asked," I pointed out, at which point he appeared defeated.
Thursday, December 23, 2010 at 11:44am
has determined empirically that trains are not only the only civilised way to travel overland, but the only way to travel distances with a toddler *at all*.
Sunday, December 26, 2010 at 1:32am
attempted to put the kidlet to sleep. The first round of this went something like:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."
"Say night-night to Daddy."
"AAAA-*wave*. AAAAAAAAA."
"Say night-night to Grandma."
"AAAA-*wave*. AAAAAAAAA."
"Say night-night to Grandpa."
"AAAA-*wave*. AAAAAAAAA."
It's the pauses between wailings that got me.
Goodness, I hadn't realised I'd been screwing around with FB that long.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010 at 2:16pm
The baby stole the last chicken nugget. Then she dipped the end thoughtfully in the ketchup, and chewed solemnly on the middle. After a bit she wiped the ketchup off on my trundle table, and then nommed thoughtfully on the table ....
Thursday, November 11, 2010 at 5:55pm
Phelps is picketing my high school. I graduated from a high school that he thinks is worth picketing. I feel weirdly proud of this.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010 at 6:06pm
has taken the baby for her regular tuneup and tire rotation. Height: 32 inches. Weight: 24 lbs. 13 oz. Monkey: CLUNG TO WITH TEAR-WRINGING FEROCITY.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010 at 4:20pm
sighs. The kid who treats all food as if it is potentially made of angry scorpions (requiring lengthy study, investigation, and the assistance of parental food tasters before consumption) encounters peat moss, and promptly shoves some in her mouth.
And then goes 'Bleah!' and tries to remove it all.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010 at 5:30pm
Life may or may not be a box of chocolates, but the parcel on my stoop definitely is.
Saturday, December 4, 2010 at 9:54pm
catches the baby dancing to goth rock.
Monday, December 6, 2010 at 4:06pm
considers turing this round of 'trapped under the napbaby' into a nap.
Monday, December 13, 2010 at 10:03pm
observes the latest in Attack of the Doom Cute: KJ marching in place on a DDR pad (unplugged) while E exercises.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010 at 1:05am
went out to dinner this evening with Teine Dreugan for our tenth wedding anniversary. We attempted to order a petit syrah, but they were out. And I had a thought, which I did not speak, until he said:
"What."
"Que syrah, syrah," I told him.
He made quite the faces.
"I didn't tell you until you asked," I pointed out, at which point he appeared defeated.
Thursday, December 23, 2010 at 11:44am
has determined empirically that trains are not only the only civilised way to travel overland, but the only way to travel distances with a toddler *at all*.
Sunday, December 26, 2010 at 1:32am
attempted to put the kidlet to sleep. The first round of this went something like:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."
"Say night-night to Daddy."
"AAAA-*wave*. AAAAAAAAA."
"Say night-night to Grandma."
"AAAA-*wave*. AAAAAAAAA."
"Say night-night to Grandpa."
"AAAA-*wave*. AAAAAAAAA."
It's the pauses between wailings that got me.