Noah’s First Food Adventure
It’s finally time for solid food! Noah’s first lunch of rice cereal and smushy bananas. He seemed to like it… eventually.
Roomies…
Our best friends Colin and Emily have lived beside us for years, either in the same house (before we were married) or just across the street, and people marvel that we survived the roommate thing and all still remained friends, but we did, somehow. For the past year we have lived across the street in the same complex and we are always seen carrying different combinations of furniture, food, cats, guitars, alcohol, workout equipment and electronics back and forth as we hang out at each other’s houses. It has been great having them so close.
Sadly, the legacy must die, as Colin begins his Master’s of Athletic Therapy at the famous University of Oregon. As they prepare for the move to the states we offered to let them to stay with us for a bit so they can be free to look for a place in Eugene without being hampered by needing to finish a lease here. To pay us back for the room, Emmy has been cleaning non-stop since she got here. It has been magnificent. I haven’t lifted a finger since she got here, and the house is spotless. She even organized my spices, streamlined by stovetop collection of seasonings and cleaned the backyard.
My only problem? Since she is so good at putting things away and finding a good space to put everything, can’t find anything in my house now if she’s not around to ask. What am I going to do once they leave?
Random Snippets
Adam: “So, I was reading about this new kind of dinosaur they found that would eat it’s food by sucking it up like a vacuum.”
Emily: “Was its name Ollie?”
Dammit.
Yeah, I just did that.
I broke my blog, and it is showing up all goofy on anything but IE (which is weird and kind of backwards to the usual case) and I don’t know which part I messed with to weird it out.
I’m going for professional help. Luckily I just happened to have married the Professional Help and I can threaten to withhold food until he figures it out for me. Well no, I can’t, he does the grocery shopping. I guess I could just ask him nicely for his help.
Hang in there. We’ll get it back from goofy-looking to spectacular once more, but not tonight. For now, I am going to go to bed and dream of smashing my computer with a Louisville slugger. Or of taking web design courses so my ignorance doesn’t demolish another innocent website.
Things Ollie is learning at Cousin Chuki’s
Ollie is staying at our house for a bit while we cat-sit for Colin and Em, and he’s learning a few things from our cat, Chuki:
1. Climbing up towels to sit on the towel rod is harder than it looks.
2. I don’t fit on Chuki’s window ledges.
3. Chuki is allowed in the backyard but I’m not because apparently I’m a “flight risk.”
4. My food is okay, but when I try Chuki’s food they say “No” and “Bad.” I don’t know what it means when your food is “No” and “Bad” but Chuki still keeps eating it. I hope he doesn’t get sick.
5. Dust bunnies don’t taste as good as you’d think.
6. Chuki likes to spoon, but only if no one is looking.
7. Chuki told me that if I lick the spilled beads from the dungeon studio floor, little colourful dots will appear in my poop.
8. I don’t fit under Chuki’s couch.
9. Apparently, no one meows while Uncle Adam is watching “24.”
10. If my head is under the bed but the rest of me is not, I’m still invisible.