- I’ve started a baby betting pool if you want to guess the gender of the baby. It’s just for fun and they let you guess all sorts of other random things, too, which is kind of weird, but whatever! You don’t have to register or guess anything other than the gender if you don’t want to. Sadly they only let you choose “boy” or “girl” — there’s no “squirrel” or “kitten” option. We don’t know the baby’s due date yet (my first OB appointment is tomorrow) so I just put down April Fool’s as a place holder. You can click here for a direct route to the betting pool or if you need to search for it it’s pool #
- Anthony and I have been watching Eddie Murphy movies while Isobel is out or asleep. I tend to dislike most of the movies I see but Beverly Hills Cop was great. It had plots and action and character development! The second one was good, too, which is saying something because most sequels happen to be steaming piles of crap. And young Eddie Murphy was fiiiiine. I grew up without cable and with a mom who vetted just about all my movie choices and only approved the rated-G ones, so there are serious gaps in my movie knowledge. I’m making it my mission to watch all the Eddie Murphy movies Netflix has on tap. We also watched 48 Hours which had it’s moments but overall was really racist and sexist and had little redeeming qualities. I’m complaining but at least it had plot and character development happening. Oh, and we also got to watch Tasha Yar and Picard’s wife drop the F-bomb, so that was something.
- I bought a giant package of dried seaweed that I’m going to need to do something interesting with soon. I have a few ideas but I’m not sure which I’ll try first. Suggestions?
- Anthony threw out his back almost to the day I found out I was pregnant and he is still suffering. He went to the doctor and she gave him some stretches to do and some medicine and mostly said it would just take time to heal. She did suggest he go by our local tractor supply store and pick up something called ‘horse lintiment.’ It is made for horses who get sore muscles, but the doctor assured us it worked wonders and she’s used it herself. He is not excited by this prospect but, being the wonderful wife that I am, I told him I’d pick some up and rub horse stuff all over his back if he needed me to. Even if it made him smell like a stable. He hasn’t taken me up on the offer.
- I love all fruit forever and ever amen. There have been days where the only thing I have been able to eat was a mango mantra from Jamba Juice.
- Isobel has been showing an interest in playing video games with Dada so we recently traded in some old Xbox 360 games for a used copy of Lego’s Pirates of the Caribbean game. She loves it. The characters are already like family to her because although she’s never seen the movies Kingston is kind of obsessed with the franchise so his familiarity has rubbed off on her. These games are fantastic because they are challenging enough for adults and have a two player mode so younger players can be assisted through many of the levels. It also is friendly enough and has enough of a silly sensibility to appeal to young kids. And of course I don’t have to worry about any inappropriateness.
- Isobel can identify many superheroes but she is under the impression that Superman is named “Treasureman” due to that giant diamond on his chest. I’m not dissuading her.
Little Big Kitchen: Tea for Two. I request suggestions for the finest of teas.
Snapshot 8.28.13. Migraines, narcolepsy and the baby betting pool.
Scrapbook: China Beach. We saw dolphins! In the wild!
Follow Friday Featuring Guest Photographer No Model Lady. Shhh! She is secretly a mermaid.
Create a Tiny Planet. A tutorial in stereographic projection. (Not as complicated as it sounds!)
Harry Potter – How it should have ended. This had me rolling. See also the hilarious LOTR and Hobbit versions. The superhero ones are all great, too because they have commentary by a fictional Batman and Superman.
Is Facebook making you unhappy? This study is not without its flaws, but it raises an interesting question.
Crack Baby Study Yields Clear, Unexpected Result. Poverty is more harmful to a child than crack cocaine.
Julia Child: An Illustrated Life Story. I love this woman so much.
SPECIAL REPORT: The Beards of TNG. The dream of Portland is alive in the 2390s!
Collaborating with a 4-year-old. Children are natural artists. Via Ellen and her two artists.
Quadruple-Take Master Class with Sir Patrick Stewart. He is so fucking adorable. Via the fucking adorable Ellen.
Bat Country: How I Learned Photoshop. A crazy old man yelled at me to defrack the computers until he got results.
Bat Country: Falling Waters, the Soothing Sounds of Nature. Let’s talk about poop and pee. Let’s talk about you and me.
Scrapbook: This Must Be Underwater Love. We conquer the Monterey Bay Aquarium.
The Overshare Eight. I answer eight questions and I’m not even under duress.
READER QUESTION: Little Big reader Christine would like to know if we are going to find out the sex of the baby. To this I say, Yes, we are, because in addition to being a compulsive planner, I am really fucking impatient. Do not, under any circumstances, get between this pregnant lady and a sex-identifying sonogram.
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