Unlike that famous movie (whose stars I loathe) I have no problems sleeping here in Seattle as I visit my friend Margaret, her husband, and their adorable son (supercute, no?) Since he is also an admirably good-natured baby, there are no nighttime interruptions for adult sleep (or at least, not during my trip -- I was not here for the first few months of his life, heh).
Getting here, however, was kind of an obstacle course of sorts (good luck finding the correct terminal and gate for your flight at Newark if it's not a major airline) and most traumatically, the death of my Palm Pilot a few days before takeoff (a 6-hour flight without music?! aaaiiieeee!)
Instead of trying to upgrade my phone, as I had been planning to do anyway (I'd rather do it online instead and save at least $50) I decided to "spend" the $50 I'd "save" by buying a small MP3 player instead. Meet the Sansa Fuze, a teeny red 4GB player that was on sale at the local Best Buy. I promptly loaded about 700 songs on there, discovered that one of my fillings had fallen out the next day (getting that fixed the day after my return), got a giant request at work the day I was trying to leave for the airport, and eventually fled the jurisdiction.
Before the hectic rush for my trip (where I am now enjoying leisurely afternoons knitting, shopping with my friend Margaret, and playing with the ridiculously cute and enviably sweet-natured munchkin here, there were various family gatherings (Mother's Day, Memorial Day) filled with more knitting (like the sweater I made for my new great-niece Olivia? I call it the Easter egg sweater, due to its colors), and more cute little people.
Here, for instance, is a photo of my great-nephew Nicky, playing with the birthday present I bought for his second birthday at Kidding Around, an independent toy store downtown near my friend Jackie.
This game (whose name I forgot to look at, or I'd heartily recommend it to other toddler parents) teaches both motor coordination (you have to push the balls through the opening with the plastic hammer, or in Nicky's first few attempts -- his hand, heh) and color matching (the ball colors match the openings). The ball then rolls down the tubes, and emerges at the bottom, ready for the next round of mayhem.
Now Nicky is normally a very easygoing child, which is good, since his older brother is very not. This was the first toy which inspired Nicky to put his tiny foot down and stake his claim. HA! (The whole family -- except for his brother -- cheered. Heh.)
Speaking of family, and babies, here is a photo of my mom with her newest great-grandchild, 3-week old Olivia.
Getting here, however, was kind of an obstacle course of sorts (good luck finding the correct terminal and gate for your flight at Newark if it's not a major airline) and most traumatically, the death of my Palm Pilot a few days before takeoff (a 6-hour flight without music?! aaaiiieeee!)
Before the hectic rush for my trip (where I am now enjoying leisurely afternoons knitting, shopping with my friend Margaret, and playing with the ridiculously cute and enviably sweet-natured munchkin here, there were various family gatherings (Mother's Day, Memorial Day) filled with more knitting (like the sweater I made for my new great-niece Olivia? I call it the Easter egg sweater, due to its colors), and more cute little people.
Here, for instance, is a photo of my great-nephew Nicky, playing with the birthday present I bought for his second birthday at Kidding Around, an independent toy store downtown near my friend Jackie.
Now Nicky is normally a very easygoing child, which is good, since his older brother is very not. This was the first toy which inspired Nicky to put his tiny foot down and stake his claim. HA! (The whole family -- except for his brother -- cheered. Heh.)
Speaking of family, and babies, here is a photo of my mom with her newest great-grandchild, 3-week old Olivia.
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