Kiss My Knits!

My current non-Jayne project.

Giving new meaning to the phrase ‘eye-tooth.’

Well, sure enough, my shoulders and upper back are quite sore today, a result of holding a 75 pound child upright for extended periods of time. Still, as the sacrifices of motherhood go, it could be worse.

My husband and I got a little time this morning together, and went to the local EarthFare. Right now he’s making a coffee bean and anise rub for some steaks, which he’ll grill up later. It’s an experiment, but it sounds like a tasty one. We also got some smallish baking potatoes, just for good measure. And now, my energy’s fading, so since my husband is home maybe I’ll try resting my eyes a little. It’s not easy to do – Em wants a lot of attention and interaction. That’s definitely a good thing and a step in the right direction, but it still wears me out. Early to bed tonight, for sure.

ETA: Dinner was wonderful. Mr. Tvini also grilled a zucchini we’d gotten at the farmer’s market. Delish!

This one’s for Ellyn. She knows why. It’s also for anybody else who might need a smile.

As I try to find new things for Em to do this summer, I hit on an activity that I did a lot as a kid. Roller skating!
Everyone skate in the opposite direction!

“Organist, Robert Ridgell plays a tribute to Michael Jackson in the postlude for the service from June 28th at Trinity Wall Street Church, Broadway, New York.”
Robert, by the way, is a native Charlottean. Gotta love an organist with a sense of whimsy. Play that funky music, white boy!

Stay up too late on the internet and you find things. This has been stuck in my head all night. I like it.

We seem to have some guests in the attic. They’re welcome to stay – there is a screen between the house and the nest.

I’ve been hearing them for a while but hadn’t been in the attic to notice them. I thought they might be in the overgrown holly bush out front. I guess I no longer have an excuse not to trim the shrubs. Darn.

When last we left our intrepid adventurers, they had come to the realization that their little friend, Flambe the bat, wanted them to go through a passage which was 30 feet underwater.

Palin: crap.

Crap indeed.