Thursday, February 21, 2013

An uncanny resemblance

Okay one last post about my son. If I don't regulate myself this blog could easily become all about how awesome he is. (And he is AWESOME, by the way.)

My son loves books. When he's not busy trying to eat them (see my last post), he likes to point out photos of objects and say their names aloud. He is very smart and gets all of them right . . . except one. Every time we read the book "Pat the Zoo," he points to the dumpy-looking anthropomorphic bunny on the cover and says "Dada!"

Saturday, February 09, 2013

A quote for my baby boy

"Some books are to be tasted, others swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested." - Sir Francis Bacon

Friday, February 08, 2013

Umbrella rant

It's raining here and I'm reminded why I hate umbrellas.

I understand that if you're going to be outside during a monsoon, an umbrella could be handy.  My problem is that in today's modern age, I am never far from a place of shelter.  In the amount of time it takes to open my umbrella, transfer my stuff to my other hand, and awkwardly open my car door while trying not to drop my keys in a puddle, I could have walked back and forth to my car a thousand times (or at least twice).

When I use an umbrella, it seems that all I'm doing is using the top of it to catch water and transfer it into my car or house. Once I get inside, I'm stuck with a wet-ass umbrella.  What do I do with a wet umbrella? I can't put it outside, because it's raining. I can't collapse it and put it away, because it'll mildew. I can't leave it sitting open in my living room because that's just dumb.  Just thinking about it is exhausting.

Sunday, February 03, 2013

I wish I was making this up

If you know me, you know that I am somewhat of a jokester. If you know me well, you know that I am in fact joking when I refer to myself as a "jokester," because I absolutely hate the term. See how much I love to joke?!

A couple of months ago I was walking through the perfume section of a department store while carrying my infant son. As a joke, I stopped and asked a sales lady if they carried perfume for babies. My request was met with the appropriate response of shock/dismay, followed by a laugh once I explained that I was joking. (Note to any wannabe jokesters out there, if you have to explain your joke then you know it was a success.)

A couple of days ago, I saw this:

Dolce & Gabbana launch perfume for babies
New York Daily News (article excerpt) - January 26, 2013

Dolce & Gabbana wants to redefine that fresh-smelling baby scent.

“How can babies smell even sweeter than they already do?” brand impresario Stefano Gabbana asked on Instagram.

The answer: a new fragrance, with notes of citrus, honey, and melon, which the luxury fashion firm designed especially for the stroller set.

“The softness of baby skin, the freshness of baby breath, a mother’s sweet hug, [and] the first smile” were inspirations for the scent, meant to enhance the tot’s natural smell, Gabbana said.

Each 50-ml bottle of perfume is “designed to cuddle and pamper every little boy and girl.”

A bottle of the fragrance will set mothers back about $45.

I can only hope that this is some type of sting operation, attracting horrible people to the sales counter so that they can be given a stern reprimand and a quick "wake up call" slap to the face.

Friday, February 01, 2013

Comics crazy

Lately I have been really into collecting digital comics on my Kindle Fire. I am reading a huge variety of comics and I thought I would share a few of my current favorites. (Each series or collection is represented by one issue cover.)

Some series that I'm currently following:

Collected works and story arcs that I liked:

New stuff I'm trying out: