Archive for November, 2008

wanna see what I am thankful for?

From Grandma Moo and Grandma Cal's visit
From Grandma Moo and Grandma Cal's visit
From Grandma Moo and Grandma Cal's visit



top five most embarrassing breastfeeding moments

So I didn’t nurse Mary–I exclusively pumped for her. I didn’t expect this many embarrassing results of nursing Wesley. Partly, this is because I already have a toddler. Anyway, five embarrassing moments:

1. The Most Embarrassing Thing That’s Ever Happened.

2. Mary, who is on a kick of greeting and saying goodbye to everything, shouting, “‘Bye, nipple!” in public every time Wesley is finished eating.

3. Wesley attempting to nurse from Father Scott during his baptism (Father Scott is so tall that Wesley was kind of nuzzling his navel through the priestly garments).

4. Wesley yanking my shirt down almost to MY navel during the recorded video session of the NIH child development experiment.

5. And last, but not least: Mary identifying the Sacred Heart of Jesus as a nipple. (Bonus points for sacrilegious embarrassment!)

the coolest thing I’ve ever made

This is my new cell phone case:

From random pics and tardis

I am definitely the coolest kid in school now.

Wednesday reading–England Made Me

I’m rereading Graham Greene’s “England Made Me” (which I haven’t read in quite some time and I needed to read again for dissertation purposes).

You know, it’s not like anything else Greene wrote.

It’s awesome, though.

A few pictures and a funny thing

Today I said, “Mary, are you hungry?”
She said, “No, Mommy, I’m not hungry! I just want something to eat!”

A few recent pictures…

Last Friday, we had a rough day. Mary and Wesley looked like this:

From Last Import
From Last Import
From Last Import

But things improved. Here is Mary, reading a book to her bear:

From Last Import
From Last Import

Yes, it is one of the classics of lesbian noir literature. Why do you ask?

Here is Wesley drooling on Conor’s head. Wesley doesn’t have any teeth yet, but he certainly has the teething drool.

From Last Import

This is how Wesley holds on when he’s on Conor’s shoulders.

From Last Import

We went to a Natural Baby and Child Fair on Sunday. Afterward, we went to Red Lobster (mmmm….tastes like the Midwest…). We ordered Mary her own meal from the kids’ menu. Usually she just eats from our plates, but she seemed hungry and neither of us felt like ordering french fries (which are her reason for going to restaurants). She totally justified getting her own meal–this is what was left of her popcorn shrimp and french fries:

From Last Import

She ate almost all of the shrimp. It was amazing. (And that was after eating some of the biscuits and bits of salads.) She’s turning into such a grown-up.

Speaking of growing up…here is Wesley, sitting unassisted!

From Last Import

Check out the balancing hands:

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They’re both growing so fast that I can hardly believe it.

Wednesday reading–Henning Mankell

Henning Mankell is a Swedish mystery writer. His series featuring Chief Inspector Kurt Wallander is really, really good, and here’s why:
1) His police investigators make plausible, natural mistakes as well as plausible, excellent deductions.
2) Most of the novels include a smaller case or two that accompany the main (generally murder) mystery. It’s a lot more realistic than to think that all other investigation would grind to a halt in order to investigate one case.
3) Wallander is a believable, genuine character.
4) Because he is a policeman, I believe that he can get the information he seems to get. Private investigators–well, I love to read about them, but I often feel like they’re unrealistic because they seem to get as many doors opened as the police do.
5) The series poses a bigger general question: what is wrong with Sweden? Wallander makes a case that Sweden is becoming more troubled all the time, that the police don’t know how to cope, and that the citizenry is both afraid and angry.
6) Mankell has a Graham Greene sort of feel in a lot of these books. As you all know, I am a sucker for that. The writing is quite spare; the main character is a non-hero; and there is a very clear assessment of what Wallander’s talents are.

The latest books in the series also feature his daughter, Linda, as a policewoman. I like these, too, but maybe not as much as the earlier novels, which are just Wallander himself. Oddly enough, they were not translated in order, so what I’m reading right now is THE MAN WHO SMILED, which is not the latest that he has published in Sweden (indeed, I think it’s from the 90s), but is the latest to be translated. So it’s filling in gaps in the narrative for me, as I have already read a lot of the more recent ones.

I like his novel THE RETURN OF THE DANCING MASTER, too–it takes a minor character from the Wallander series and makes him the main character. I have to say, however, that I’m not getting into his novel, THE CHRONICLER OF THE WINDS. It has a different translator from any of the other novels, and maybe that’s why–who knows?

Anyway, if you like mysteries, you owe it to yourself to check these out. The first is called FACELESS KILLERS and it is available in trade paperback. Just to warn you, though–the writer is Swedish, so all of the names of people sound like Ikea products. (I find myself thinking, “Aardven… sounds like a sofa table.”)

one more post

I know, it’s like I’m making up for the whole week. I just wanted to link to this, which I love (Conor pointed it out to me):