tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86803170366858648692012-02-16T12:50:51.565-06:00blathering on since 2000betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102743061363872noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680317036685864869.post-80046040963250724042011-09-13T12:50:00.004-05:002011-09-13T13:31:26.267-05:00I cannot wait to show and teach you so many awesome things. My head is spinning.<br /><br />I know it will be a while before we can make cinnamon rolls and granola bars together, but maybe you can <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Baby-Aspen-Dreamzzz%C2%9D-Layette-Months/dp/B004071ZLC/ref=sr_1_1?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1315936301&sr=1-1">dress the part</a> in the mean time.<br /><br />Our first book will be <i>Alice's Adventures in Wonderland</i>, which I've never read before either. (I look forward to lively discussions.) And unless you object, we'll follow it up with <i>Little Women</i>--my favorite book when I was about 6 or 7, but which I remember virtually nothing about...except that Laurie is a dude.<br /><br />Unfortunately, you'll probably inherit Gram's and my frantic "trap and toss" gecko-removal strategy. But your dad warned me this morning that I can't pass on my irrational fear of socks. I'll do my best.<br /><br />I will call you Ladybug until you're old enough to hate it. But by then it will be too late--sorry. And when you can't sleep, I'll tell you George stories and help you imagine that you're floating on a pink cloud.<br /><br />There are still a few things on my to-do list, but I'm *pretty much* ready when you are. Although, it would be awesome if you could wait until at least September 23, because I'd really like it if we were both Libras.<br /><br />Love, Mommy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680317036685864869-8004604096325072404?l=monkeytrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102743061363872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680317036685864869.post-39219364220311920272011-07-01T10:14:00.004-05:002011-07-01T10:23:54.254-05:00And let's skip the annual "Wow, I still have a blog" stuff...<br /><br />I will start by saying that I just went through and skimmed/deleted all of my old posts, and it turns out I'm about as clever and witty as I think I am. So good news there. It also turns out that my life (and probably yours) is made of about 85% irony and 15% pure dumb luck. <span style="font-style:italic;">Par example</span>, my last post, on my 25th birthday, involved me talking about how much I wanted to have a baby.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NkKpoimVHI4/Tg3lR1uimCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ay5nuNW97Wk/s1600/23weeks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NkKpoimVHI4/Tg3lR1uimCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ay5nuNW97Wk/s320/23weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624403604298438690" /></a><br /><br />Maybe I should blog about how much I want a billion dollars...<br /><br />But I'm really returning here because it's a lot easier than making a whole new blog. And I want to start collecting and posting all of the craftin' and cookin' projects I've been <span style="font-weight:bold;">consumed</span> with lately. I'm not actually going to do that right now, but you know, maybe in a few months when I remember about blogs and stuff...<br /><br />And then there's this:<br /><br /><center><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IB7hJpdVCCo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680317036685864869-3921936422031192027?l=monkeytrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102743061363872noreply@blogger.com1