Developing Early Literacy

29 09 2010

Uncle Keith dropped by with this adorable addition to our small store of baby stuff:

I couldn’t help but share the book… There’s something about receiving a gift (from someone other than my mom): it’s almost – almost – feeling like I really might be pregnant, and that we really might end up with a baby.

This isn’t the baby’s first book, but it is probably more acceptable than the baby book I recently bought: Pat Schrodinger’s Kitty, which is an age-appropriate introduction into quantum physics based on the classic Pat the Bunny.  It’s a cute book, to be sure, and what baby wouldn’t want to interact with neutrinos and describe photon behavior in terms of wave-particle duality?

Here’s that book, in case you don’t believe that people actually write baby books specifically for future nerds:

Well, chances are, the baby will quite enjoy learning about farm animals, too, thanks to Keith and Janet.  Perhaps even more than learning about Schrodinger’s Cat, because (spoiler alert), things don’t go well for the kitty once the box is opened.

Anyway, thanks, Keith and Janet, for making this baby feel like it almost, sort of, not quite, maybe, could be real someday.

**If you feel the need to start your future quantum physicist on the right path early on, you can find Pat Schrodinger’s Kitty at .  We are also the proud owners of the poster, also from the Nerdy Baby site, titled “Now I Know My Prime Numbers!”  And by “we” I mean “me,” and by “proud” I mean “extremely self-satisfied and smug.”


Summer Vacation: Day 1

17 06 2010

My first day of summer vacation was not exactly photo-inspiring.  It was a cold, drizzly day that didn’t feel like summer at all.  It did, however, feel like vacation.  I have been looking forward to the commencement of my first real summer vacation for nearly three years now, all through two summers of grad school.  It would have been nice to start it off with 80 degree, sunny weather, but I’ll take sleeping in until 9 in any weather.

I made it out to the new house/construction site by 11, and walked the property in a break between showers.

The flowers spoke of sunshine, even if the clouds told a different story.

I went back to my mom’s house to recover from my excursion to the paint store and the new house.  After a hearty meal and some quiet reading time, I eventually managed to leave the house again, this time to walk Charlie.  Naturally, we ended up in a heavy shower.  Charlie cared not one bit.

The sunglasses are pure optimism; the hood, required.  I wore my jeans and hoodie in deference to the weather, but determinedly wore my Chaco sandals – we leave for Costa Rica in just a couple of weeks, and need to be sandal-ready by then.  Obviously, I could use a pedicure, too.

That’s what walking in the mud gets you.

The highlight of my wanderings was this brilliant flower:

It was just growing along the curbside, and was so brilliant it hurt to look at it.  Notice the raindrops all around.  The sky was the same color as the sidewalk, so we were just surrounded by gray.  Then here is this little red flower, just humming with vibrancy.  Amazing.

Anyway, my to-do list included writing thank you notes for my bridal shower gifts, emailing several people who emailed me weeks ago, cleaning up my wedding invite list, starting a decent summer fitness routine, finishing a book that’s overdue at the library, and catching up on several years of inadequate sleep.

Didn’t get any of that done, but at least I took care of the most important chore of my life:

Can’t wait for Day 2.

The World Beyond the Wardrobe

31 05 2010

Charlie has discovered The Land Beneath the Deck.  He approaches the entry with something like apprehension, but then scrabbles his way into The Land.  He disappears for long stretches of time.

Having read far too many books, I have developed the theory that he is taking tea with Mr. and Mrs. Beaver, or, unfortunately, with the White Queen.  Or perhaps he is having a pint of butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks.  Either way, I am tempted to try to follow him.  So far, though, I haven’t worked up the courage.

He is late for his tea (or butterbeer)!

It's a tight squeeze, but worth it for the adventure...

The Return

"Damn, she caught me!"

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