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hot moment

jack isn't afraid of anything, not strangers, cars, big dogs, angry moms, nothing. except the hairdryer and the vacuum. sort of like a puppy. i don't really care that he is afraid of the hairdryer, he isn't likely to have enough hair, nor the desire, to use one, but the vacuum cleaner is a bit more of a problem as we have a LOT of dog hair around here. the other day i saw a suggestion (on some cleaning site. yeah. i read cleaning sites, f*ck off.) that toddlers can be helpful in cleaning the house and the vacuum is a fun way for them to chip in. so i thought i would work on making the vacuum a friend to small boys by making it look like fun. by dancing and singing like a fool while vacuuming the living room while jack, who was not going for it at all, hid behind the couch, eyes wide with fear. 

one wednesday i ordered new shoes, (i'm not posting any pictures because they are ugly. no, seriously, uggly. but they are comfortable and i seldom leave the house anyway so, again, f*ck off). since i ordered them from the best shoe seller ever (starts with a z ends with appos and has taken a huge chunk of my income in the last 8 years) the shipping was superfast. so fast that the ups man showed up on my door a mere 36 hours after i ordered them! 36 hours from 10 pm on wednesday night = 10 am on friday morning and precisely the hour that i was shaking my booty at the open window while vacuuming a clean wood floor and singing to a child that was very hidden from view. 

the delivery man didn't even bother knocking, just dropped the box and got out of there before the dogs even started barking.

yeah, we're cool.

happy day after easter

eggs! 

(the back two rows are blown eggs the innards of which made tasty little quiches, the front row are hardboiled.)

the quiches from the blown out eggs. with ham crusts. and mushrooms and goat cheese in the middle. 

(and because it is always fun to revisit this series...)

in the womb with scary bunny:

7 months old with scary bunny:

19 months old with extra-scary bunny (thanks celeste!):

two in one day

i heard someone died. a father who was disappointed in his daughter. i can't call and say i'm sorry, but i can't stop thinking it either. i worry that when my mother goes, she will believe that i am a bitch. i worry she won't realize that i love her as much as she loves me. 

i had no idea how much i could love until my baby appeared. but even now i can't love without frustration. i can never let my mind be still and just love, there is always something to build, spills to soak up, fabric to stitch together, ideas to be replaced with other ideas, detritus to be purged. there is always something more and no one can be my arms and legs, everyone moves with their own will and i am like frogger trying to cross the road and stream without being run over or drown. 

i am terrible at teamwork. i always thought i would make a great cult leader though. i am full of great ideas, but somehow i sought out people who don't want to be convinced to wear all white and wait for the aliens to come. now my great ideas are desperate attempts to get the team captain to pick me first but i am terrible at sports and they know it.

i'm good at what i do though, when i manage to do it. i can stitch fabric together, and i have grand plans and the words to sell them are rumbling around in my head taking form. but it is taking so much time and it is almost ten and i will have to go to bed then to wake up before dawn to feed the hungry little bird i hatched.

i am terrible at this whole blogger thing.

(see also: terrible at pet-owning, terrible at being quiet, terrible at fishing)

in place of my generally boring babble about how we've been sick, sore, rollercoastering and resting (and looking for a new home for sidney) i will just give you a couple of pictures of how jack has been spending his days lately.

if anyone knows anyone who would like a very active, loving, pug for their home and family, please let us know. and remember, he only shits in the house when you don't take him for a walk. and he totally outgrew that couch-eating habit like three years ago. he hasn't eaten anything but food (and one of jacks toys) in ages.

(isn't he cute? or at least weird looking enough to love?)