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1. I GOT A NEW CAMERA.  Hallelujah praise BE.  Thanks to Mom, Dad, Harry, Ginny, and my grandparents, who bequeathed me with an early Christmas present along with many many protests that they had absolutely no ulterior motives WHATSOEVER for doing so.  Much of my evening has been spent taking picture after picture of L and my sister in various stages of the surprised, deer-in-the-headlights look as I play with the settings.  But fear not, my sister and L!  I deleted the offending photos! At least most of them! A good solid 85% to be sure!

2. I am excited about an upcoming New Development In My Life (do I even have to say it? I AM NOT PREGNANT HOLY MOSES) that I am not going to write about just yet, and I KNOW, that is the suckiest thing ever to read on a blog, but I have a tendency to be overly! enthusiastic! and! obnoxious! about new pursuits and so I am letting this one simmer down to Still Really Cool But I’m Not Going To Caps Lock You To Death status.  Just know that there is Something Afoot, and it is totally rad.

3.   Rosie is not taking naps in the afternoon, which sucks because of the lost break time for me, but I do have to give her props for taking the sting off a little by dialing up the cute notch to MAX instead.  She chills for a while in her crib with some books, but then once she’s done she flings them to the floor and spends about five minutes on the “uh-oh?  uh-oh.  uh-OH?  UH-OH?  UH-OH,” before switching over to “WOE-AH?  WOE-AH. DADA! DA!  DADA. WOE WOE WOE WOE. UH-OH? DA!”  Etc.  I enjoy the naptime filibuster, although admittedly things do turn a might hairy around dinner time.

4.  A few nights ago Noah was on a tear about what color you get when you mix other colors together, and as part of the discussion it was thrown out that if you were really serious about seeing some color changing, some sort of liquids would probably showcase that better than, say, a mouth full of chewed up Skittles. This quickly led to the realization that ketchup and mustard would be ideal for such an experiment, plus BONUS: then you could dip your hot dog in orange!  But Noah paused at that and asked, “What do you call ketchup and mustard mixed together?” And L saw the unfortunate place that this was headed, but was not quick enough to stop me before I shouted the most obvious answer out with the gleeful abandon of a preschool-age boy.



1 gmo { 11.13.09 at 10:32 am }

Rachel dear,
MUSTUP would have been much more appropriate for an almost five year old and almost as funny.
and that’s your grandmother’s loving admonition for the day.

2 gmo { 11.13.09 at 10:39 am }

ps However, the orange result I envision is several shades lighter/brighter that the “turdmuckledun” your great-grandmother Reiff used to talk about. I guess it’s sorta in your genes.

3 Rachel D { 11.13.09 at 4:11 pm }

I misread the line as “I

4 Rachel D { 11.13.09 at 4:14 pm }

The baby clicked on Submit halfway through my comment!

Starting over: I misread the line as “I AM PREGNANT HOLY MOSES” and my heart stopped briefly.

5 Gramps { 11.13.09 at 4:48 pm }

Don’t forget the alternate spelling: Catsturd!

6 racher { 11.13.09 at 5:51 pm }

Grandmother, I thought of MUSTUP (which I think of as “MUSSED UP”) after I posted. It is almost as funny, I agree. We should sell the idea to Heinz as a new line of “Orange Sauce” – it could run two different labels, MUSTUP and KETCHTERD (corrected for obvious reasons). We could make our millions!

Rachel – Sounds like your baby has the temperment of a certain other baby I know. Also, if that line HAD read “I AM PREGNANT HOLY MOSES” my heart would have stopped NOT briefly. Yeesh, can you imagine?

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