budgie love

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I have stuff I want to post about! Mainly books, but also some other things. I think. I can't remember right now. However, at this time, I'm only here to say:

ME: Dear?

BILL: What?

ME: You are playing with the child's toys while he does something else in another room.

BILL: This will happen more and more as he gets older. You might as well resign yourself to it now.
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We are going through some trials in the parenting department, at the moment. On the upside, I have the support of many geeky people who love both me and my offspring. For example, this conversation with my Mini Me at church recently:

H: So is the small one still having all those napping and sleeping issues?

ME: Yeah, I think his little brain is trying to level up and it's affecting his ability to nap, which results in exhaustion and tantrums and fighting me on everything.

H: Well, if he's trying to level up, fighting you is a very reasonable way to go about it. You are, after all, the Boss.

ME: Heh. He's just trying to raise his XP.

H: Exactly. Level Bosses are great for XP, if you can defeat them.

ME: Little does he know that for the next eighteen years, I am the Boss at the end of every level.
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Foods my kid loves that I also loved (more than usual) while I was pregnant:

Fresh fruit
Peanut-butter and honey
Scrambled eggs
Beans (any kind, any way, any time, any place)
Bell peppers

He also has a frequently reoccurring aversion to meat, though he's more likely to accept it if it's mixed in with lots of starch and veggies, which is exactly how I felt about meat while pregnant. I feel like this might not be a coincidence.

Of course this is all called into question by the fact that the mere smell of a banana could cause me to flee a room during most of my pregnancy, but Bear will whine, pout, commit acts of blatant eyelash-batting and outright theft in order to obtain a bite of someone else's banana, even if he's just consumed a whole one himself.

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Bill read this to me tonight and it made me laugh very hard, so I decided to track down who actually said it so that I could post it. Apparently it belongs to this guy, whom I would not know from Adam, but he's obviously one of My People, because he said this:

There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old's life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.


(With apologies to Moggy, who has--if I recall--herself more than once complained of how dangerous Rand can be in the hands of immature readers who think they understand her but really, really don't.)
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Ernie on Narnia

Bear was playing in a cupboard that we use for blankets this morning, and we started joking that he was going to Narnia, which caused Ernie to unload one of her signature quotables on me:

"Dude, if I'd been Lucy? I would have brought a bucket of snow back with me and dumped it on my siblings. Bet they'd believe me after that."

cowboy bebop_ed omg

How I feel about roller coasters

So I went to Knott's Berry Farm with a bunch of cool people for ladybrick's birthday on Sunday. And the thing is, I've never really been a roller coaster person. Or, well, I've always liked roller coasters, but I liked them the same way I like horror movies: I think they're groovy-cool, and it makes me happy that they exist, and I wish I liked actually watching them, but I don't, really.

But I went to Knott's, and here is the thing I discovered: I like roller coasters before I get on them and after I have been on them for about ten seconds. It's just those first ten seconds where I find them absolutely terrifying. I wrote a timeline to demonstrate my thought process.

Looking at the coaster, deciding whether to get in line: That looks okay, it doesn't go backwards or have a lot of loops. Yeah, I want to go on this one.

In line: This will be fun! I will get on the roller coaster and enjoy it and I will finally be a person who likes roller coasters!

Next in line: I'm sort of nervous, actually. But I'm going to get on the roller coaster, because why did I stand in line this whole time? I'll be fine.

Putting on seat belt: Yeah, this'll be fine. Totally, totally fine.

Click, click, click, click, click: Wait. I hate roller coasters. WHY AM I INESCAPABLY HARNESSED INTO A TINY LITTLE TRAIN CAR OF DEATH??? I WANT TO GET OFF!!

After the first big drop: *whimper* Is it over? Do I get to get off, now?

Five seconds later: Hey, there's kind of a rhythm to this.

Five seconds after that: Haha, this is kind of fun! Wheee!

End of ride: That was fun! I love roller coasters!

Sadly this happens on every ride, not just the first one of the day. So I had given myself a headache by dinner time and my shoulders are still sore from all the clenching and clinging and holding on for dear life.

Also? That Sidewinder ride with the swivelly cars? Pure evil. But the Pony Express one was fun. And there was pie and excellent company, so an overall win.
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Recipe! With bonus cheese obliteration and weeping toddlers!

Since Fee asked for a link:

This recipe for baked macaroni and cheese? Is awesome. I made a triple batch because I cook for twelve really hungry people and I wanted leftovers, and dude, I ended up with more food than we could ever possibly eat, even if we sat here for two days.

Though I think I made the sauce even thicker than it was supposed to be. It wasn't my fault, I didn't have enough macaroni, so I had to cook some of another bag of pasta in another pot (because I learned the hard way that if you try to cook two types of pasta together, one will almost always be over/undercooked). And I wanted to heat the milk in a separate saucepan instead of adding it to the roux cold, because that's the way I've always done it, and my sister says it's important. And I am terrified of leaving a roux cooking unstirred for even a second because on the first recipe my sister ever gave me that involved a roux she included a personalized note about how "stir constantly" really meant "stir constantly" and if I wandered off to smell flowers and read books while the roux was cooking it would burn and KITTENS WOULD DIE! I don't want to be responsible for any kittens dying, do I? No. So I had two pots of pasta that had to be stirred frequently, a pan of cream and milk that had to be stirred frequently and watched carefully to make sure it didn't do that thing where it just suddenly boils over when you'd swear it wasn't even hot when you stuck your finger in it a minute ago, plus a roux that had to be stirred constantly for fear of kitten murder.

This was, of course, the time that my toddler chose to have a meltdown about nothing whatsoever (actually, he was hungry, I just had no way of knowing that because he wasn't using his words and it was way early for him to eat dinner). So I was trying to stir four pots and conduct the series of trial-and-error tests that are familiar to everyone who has ever tried to figure out why a one-and-a-half-year-old just got down on the floor and started wailing.

It was a little involved, there, for a bit.

But on the upside, though getting the dish into the oven was nerve-wracking, it also didn't take very much time. And I managed to briefly distract Bear from his tantrum by shredding six cups of cheese in the Cheese Obliterator. That was pretty cool. And Bear ate a huge serving before I put it in the oven, plus another helping when I ate my dinner. So I think it's safe to assume it's toddler approved.

Anyway. Baked mac-n-cheese. Highly recommended. Though I think next time I'm putting it all together during Bear's naptime, and just refrigerating it till it's time to go in the oven. Yes.
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I am too tired to provide anything like meaningful commentary, but a discussion at my mom's group this morning made me think of these two quotations in conjunction with one another, and I wanted to post them in case I forgot later. Hopefully the connection between them still makes sense in the morning.

If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. And if I give all my possessions to feed the poor, and if I surrender my body to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing.

-- 1 Corinthians 13: 1-3


"We want nothing from you that you do without grace," Mrs. Whatsit said, "or that you do without understanding."

-- A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L'Engle


It has to do with magnets

Dear Stargate:

So I lent all my DVDs to a friend a while ago and he's been watching them and sending me e-mails and talking to me about them with great animation whenever I have a chance to see him in person, and the other day I was sick and had an hour to myself while Bear the Destroyer took a nap, and I was like, "Hey, I haven't watched any Stargate in a heckuva long time, and I have my early season DVDs back now, I think I will watch the one where Sam and Jack get stuck in Antarctica and Daniel and Teal'c have to figure it out and save them before they freeze."

And then I was like, "Oh, man, I forgot how much I love this show."

I've watched five episodes in the past few days, and I don't always get to give them my full attention because one-and-a-half-year-olds, as it turns out, are never still and they're really smart in that they can get into an amazing number of supposedly child-proof things, but they unfortunately do not quite grasp concepts like "safe," "unsafe," and "gravity." They do like goa'uld motherships, ring transports, and the kawoosh, however.

Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for still being awesome. *smish*