Started while sick (and bored!) in bed on Saturday and finished during the Superbowl on Sunday...random snippets of stuff from our house, and links, and such:
Last week while Reese was riding home in Adam's car, A noticed that his Obama Rama car air freshener had fallen off the rear-view mirror. Before he could turn to look for it or mention it to Reese, Reese piped up from the back seat: "Oh! I found Barack Obama!"
I have finally learned how to do a screen capture and a partial-screen cap on a mac. Useful stuff!
Griff is enamored with the new PBSkids webpage for The Electric Company. I think it's supposed to be a rebirth of the show from my childhood, but it's virtually unrecognizable as such, aside from a few remakes of the syllable silhouettes.
I like the advice I read earlier this week to "call every bowl of ice cream a big one."
Celebrated free-thinking comic/musician Tim Minchin presents a 9-minute beat poem (audio only), Storm, which will tickle those of you who favor empirical data over superstition and know that there can be wonder without magic. (text version here)
Another back-seat moment: Dan handed off his piping-hot Cafe Americano to me for a moment in the car, and I sloshed it and burned myself. This, of course, caused me to exclaim and grouse over my burned fingers. Once I quieted down, there came a little toddler echo from behind us: "Ow! Ow! Ow!"
I love this adorable tooth fairy illustration from French Toast Girl, whom I discovered just this minute, totally by accident. I was looking for snowths. Reese is obsessed with snowths. Oooooh, I wish I could draw/paint like that. And I think the idea of a tooth fairy and fairy lamb living inside a tomato is wonderful.
Most of the time, regardless of what I'm doing, I wish I were making photos. I also wish I knew what I was doing while making photos. I'm mostly a pointer and shooter; I lack more than a thimblefull of technical knowledge and have only just started messing with aperature settings. I wish I knew how to get really amazing depth of focus. I wish I knew how to make colors look electric. I wish I could see just the right composition. I wish I could catch just the perfect expression. I wonder how much of this can be taught, and how much is born into you. Was enough of it born into me?
I cleaned the house like some kind of possessed person today. A week of illness was sitting on the house like a deep layer of dust. Ok, there actually *was* a deep layer of dust. Floors had gone unswept, bathrooms needed freshening. I got down on hands and knees to scrub tile. I piled furniture and toys on beds and swept in every nook and cranny, then damp-mopped all the wood floors. Everything is glowing now. I'm still sick, but the anxiety caused by the mess is nearly gone, and I know my head will be clear soon.
After all the cleaning, we took Griff (who is much better today) to a birthday party, and then D/X/R and I picked up a new bird feeder stand at Wild Bird Center, and tried the stracciatella at DeLuca Gelato, and bought cough syrup and fixins for grilled cheese and tomato soup, and got coffee. It was kindof like a date, but not. But fun!