It could be worse, though. My family received something in the neighborhood of 8-10 inches. I'll take this "already melted off" version over that.
Potstickers version 2.0 (in contrast to the beta that I made inedible with a liberal application of red pepper) looked much prettier. I'm finally figuring out how to fold them correctly without tearing them. Unfortunately, the social stigma against tofu is alive and well amongst certain of my friends, so I have a large quantity of tofu dumplings for my supper this week. This segued into an amusing little tete-a-tete with Cris over whether pork (his preferred dumpling base) is red meat or white meat (we agreed to disagree) and concluded with me deciding to try chicken next time.
Finally, I should be touched that Alec chose me, out of her available options, to sit with her in the bathroom and hold the bucket while her parents cleaned the results of her unplanned stomach voiding from her bed last night. We had a nice little sleepy/queasy/giggling conversation about how everyone gets sick now and then. Kyle slept like a rock through the entire thing.
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Wednesday, September 23
Alec has discovered the computer. More specifically, she has discovered that she can use the games section of pbskids.org by herself without needing to be able to read. Which is both cute and fantastic, on one hand, and something of a problem on the other, as she's demonstrating the computer addiction for which Lane and I are famous, but at a much younger age (in her defense, neither Lane nor I had computers when we were four).
I'm setting up parental controls next time I'm over.
And we're definitely not letting her near World of Warcraft anytime soon.
Provided for your enjoyment, my first real experiment with the new 17-40L lens. I'm not that impressed with the photo results (the twins of course were as impressive as usual). Either I'm really out of practice or even an L-class lens doesn't make me a good photographer.
I'm babysitting all this week, much to the delight of certain almost-three-year-olds (and possibly an approaching-thirteen-year-old, even if she feigns annoyance when I set up "booby traps" on her iMac . . .). We've been "benturing" ("adventuring" in Alec-speak), worked on counting to 10, played numerous games of hide-and-seek and watched blackbirds and bunnies in the backyard (yay for alliteration). Amidst such a carnival of activity, Lane and I have discussed American pre-WWII isolationist policies, talked about installing BootCamp on her Mac and started watching the "Indiana Jones" trilogy in anticipation of the upcoming fourth movie.
The most memorable part so far came when the twins and I were watching "The Land Before Time" and Kyle was talking about a character that's some sort of purple fish. I asked her if it was a dolphin and she said "No, it's not a dolphin." I asked her if it was a shark and she said "No, it's not a shark." I asked her if it was an icthyosaurus. She looked at me in a very puzzled way and then sternly pronounced "That's not a sticky horse! That's Mo."
Lane and I saw "Iron Man" today. Very good movie. Robert Downey Jr. was an excellent casting choice (sort of for superhero movies what Johnny Depp was for pirate movies). I highly recommend it. Not so big on casting Samuel Jackson as Nick Fury, but then again I haven't liked one of his roles in ages. Lane wants a suit of powered armor.
Last weekend when I was at Lisa's house watching the twins Lisa asked me to pull my car forward about 15 feet to allow Scott to get to the garage. She pulled the twins out of the way as I walked to my car, and almost immediately Alec became very distressed that I was "leaving" and began crying and protesting loudly. Followed immediately by my car not starting. After messing with it for a few minutes, Lisa and I finally just pushed it forward and left it, and I spent the next few hours stressing about calling a tow truck and where to take it (on a Sunday) and being without a car. When Scott offered to look at it later it started right up (grrrr). Scott thinks it was either vapor-locked or a failing fuel pump. Lisa thinks it was just a fluke. *I* think Alec has latent telekinetic powers and was so unhappy that I was "leaving" that she disabled my car with her mind . . .
Any sort of whining or implied discontent with my lot in life cowers in humbleness at Lisa's week, which, in one day alone, involved a brand-new-yet-broken refrigerator Sears is adamantly refusing to fix on a technicality, an auto accident with an uninsured driver and an overflowed toilet. Bad things come in threes, right?
Saturday my friend Elizabeth and I attended Film Streams, Omaha's valiant attempt at a non-profit art-style theater (showing independent and artistic films), where we saw "Lady Chatterley." The film was good, although the eventual shifting of the audience leads me to believe I was not the only observer who felt 3 hours was probably too long for a movie with a single plot line.
Sunday the twins and I explored the backyard, where Kylie delighted herself with chastising the birds for not taking their baths as she splashed in the bird bath. Later, while exposing Lane to a variety of musical samples on iTunes, we discovered that Alec has a marked preference for techno (she literally had no reaction to top 40 or Weird Al, but started bouncing in my lap and swinging her arms on both of the techno songs I played). As a foreshadow, Alec has also learned to ask "Go shopping? Pweeze?" after Lisa took her on a quick shopping trip to a bookstore.
I've begun rewatching my Sports Night DVDs as a "comfort food" of sorts the last few nights. On the surface it would seem perhaps ironic that someone with such an antipathy for organized sports in general would enjoy a show called "Sports Night," but anyone who has seen the show will agree with the show's one-time tagline "It's about sports the same way Charlie's Angels was about law enforcement."
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Tuesday, February 13
Assorted photographic and video evidence will attest to the twins' opinion of the new digs (and that roller coaster is pretty damned cool). I'm also told that the twins have started asking when I'm coming back (in suitable one-syllable sentences), which is very cute.