Monthly Archives: January 2007

I Can’t Believe I Did it Again.

This afternoon after bringing Laurel home from school, I started wondering where Vinnie was, so I sent Laurel out to call for him (and she sounds like Stanley yelling for Stella — really, it's a wonder nobody has called the cops on her yet).  No dice.  We sort of dropped the issue until it was time for guitar lessons, whereupon she opened the door to the car and exclaimed, 'Oh, Mom!  Here's Vinnie!'

Yes, Vinnie was forgotten in the back of the car.  Again.

Greg didn't think I'd post this.  He thought I'd be too embarrassed.  Ha!  Not hardly.  I did Vinnie a favor!  How did I come to that conclusion?  When I opened the back of the car to let him out, he refused.  As I mentioned last time I did this, I really feel that for Vinnie, getting trapped in the back of the car is nothing short of a vacation from Ethan. 

And Laurel?  She told me she's going to tell all her friends about this tomorrow.  Awesome.


Resurrection & Textbooks.

Rejoice!  My sewing machine is working again.  It's a mystery, because all Greg did was put it back together.  Anyway, I managed to finish my project and the table is clear again. 

Now we're moving on to try to find pre-algebra, algebra, and biology textbooks for Laurel, preferably at the middle school level.  Laurel is learning her multiplication tables at home and is blowing through them like crazy.  Greg took it upon himself to start teaching her about chemistry and algebra last week, and she's eating it up.  If anybody has any sources for these kinds of things (other than ones that charge $50/book), please let me know!

The Eagles Have Landed!

Today we decided to stash Ethan with Grandma Smith so Laurel could go eagle watching with us.  Every year, bald eagles migrate to our rivers to feed on the fish.  January is probably the best month for viewing these awesome birds. 

Laurel posing beneath the Piasa just north of Alton, Illinois: 


Photos taken while crossing the Illinois River on the Brussels Ferry.  This was the first time we've taken a car on a ferry, and we were amazed at how well the ferry pilot operated his vessel.  Laurel would have been happy to go back and forth all day:


We stopped in Elsah, Illinois to view the architecture and to eat at My Just Desserts.   This restaurant is famous for its pies, just like the Blue Owl.  The difference is there is nobody at the Elsah location.  We had lunch and took pictures of Laurel and of ourselves at My Just Desserts.  This was before I got hilariously, inappropriately rage-y because I had chosen a particular pie I wanted, but some lady came in after me, found out there was only 1 piece left, and asked the waitress to hold the last piece of the pie for HER.  I mean, c'mon, pie is serious business, but I so overreacted.  In my defense, this is a very bad time for somebody to mess with my chocolate pie.

 Note:  These pictures were clearly taken prior to the pie incident, whereupon things went downhill.

Fortunately, Alton has another location of My Just Desserts, so we headed down there, and lo, they had plenty of the pie I wanted.  I'll bet it tasted better, too.  So there.  Plus, I have the recipe for it now, so I don't even need to drive all that way for it.  More pictures at the Alton location.  As you can see, Laurel's pie was fork-lickin' good:

Until this point, we hadn't had a lot of luck finding eagles other than a few we spotted in West Alton before crossing the bridge and then a few more just as we were coming back into Alton.  However, we knew the Alton Visitor Center had an eagle provided by the World Bird Sanctuary (which is very awesome) so we stopped by there and Laurel got up close and personal with Liberty the eagle:

We made a donation to the World Bird Sanctuary and headed back across the river to Ellis Island where we finally got to see some bald eagles in all their wild glory:

We know the day was successful, because Laurel fell asleep on the way home:

Nerdlet in Training.

The other night while I was getting my hair done, Greg decided to work on teaching Laurel how to solve algebraic equations.  Boy, do I ever feel inadequate.

Anyway, after he had worked with her awhile, guess what Laurel said?

'Every day I'm good at school and don't get into trouble, can I do a half-hour of algebra at home as a reward?'

Good lord.

Hell No, I Can’t Sew!

My mother gave me a sewing machine for Christmas last year.  I've discovered I love to sew.  I think it's an addiction, because when I'm sewing it's difficult to stop, even to eat.  I just started a new project the other day but I've somehow managed to break my machine.  All my needles keep breaking no matter what, and it seems to be because they're hitting the bobbin housing.  Greg, being Greg, took the machine apart and he thinks he's diagnosed the problem, but I'm going to have to take it to be repaired.  Bummer.  I've got the kitchen table clogged up with a half-done project, and I'm getting the shakes from withdrawal.

Here are my rather impressionistic photos of his diagnostic process.  My poor machine!  All torn apart!  Greg was scolding Ethan in the first one, hence his rarely seen sternness:

Poo Foot.

Last night I gave Ethan a bath.  I pulled off his diaper and didn't see any poo, so I set him in the tub.  Then I noticed poo in the tub, for the second time this week.  I cleaned it up and proceeded as usual. 

As I left the bathroom after Ethan's bath I felt something wet at the bottom of my pants leg but I figured I just splashed water on myself pulling him out so I didn't pay it any mind.  At least THIRTY MINUTES LATER, I finally sat down on the couch with Greg and was ready to put my feet up when there…

…on my ankle…

 …was poo!  A big lumpy smear of it!  Argh!  It seems when I pulled Ethan's diaper off, a little turdlet flew to my ankle and stuck itself there like Gorilla Glue.  I stood up and Greg noticed I had poo on my pants, too.  Argh!  Argh!  I went to the bathroom and took off my jeans, washed off my ankle, and went back to sit down only to realize (thanks to Greg, again) that I didn't get all of it off.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

I can't believe I wore poo on my foot for half an hour.  But at least it wasn't poo in my eye, like Jess got.  Now that's nasty.

Sisterly Love.

Ethan is so fortunate to have a big sister who helps him with his budding artistry.



Conclusion:  It's difficult to see, but Laurel wrote, 'Ethan's Masterpiece' along the top.  She even spelled it correctly.  Rock!