I'm not sure if there's an unwritten rule of blogging that excuses me from writing after the heartbreaking Vikings' loss I just bore witness to. Sigh. Of course, it's only sports, but c'mon, really...sigh. That super bowl was within a tantalizingly close reach.
So I'm now eagerly anticipating the first US match of the world cup, a match which will pit us against our former oppressors, the hated English Empire. This is going to put me in a bit of a quandry, because if you follow the org chart of my company from me to my boss, all the way to the top, it's British all the way (if you're curious what would happen if you were to follow it downward, you would just find the bottom of the page). The question, then, is this: do I wear my Demarcus Beasly jersey the day of the match and suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous demotions? I've to June to work it out.
Today's photos feature some kids that are markedly younger than the ones you may have come to know. These were taken last February the 7th, a mere week before their first birthday (ahh, what a careless and blog-free existence I enjoyed...), and I'm including them today for two reasons:
1. I am way short on recent pictures, and
2. The Powderhorn Art Sled Rally is just 6 days away, and you should go!
I took these shots at the rally last year for Powderhorn365, and it was a lot of fun. Basically anyone can build a crazy sled and send it sailing down the hill at our local park. Many of these sleds are of dubious construction, yet use surprising and dangerously dense materials, ensuring no shortage of exciting moments when sleds go careening into the crowd. 'Tis at Powderhorn, next Saturday, 2pm. http://www.artsledrally.com/ We will be in attendance, despite it taking place PRECISELY at nap time. Who schedules these things?
This morning we made a stop at Sovereign Grounds coffee shop, which I can't say enough good things about. If you happened to read about the MSP cop that was just busted robbing a bunch of places around the metro area, this was one of the places he hit, which begs the question: what moron thinks there's good money in robbing a coffee shop? Anyway, they had monkey bread for sale today and it was disastrously good. As always, the other parents and kids were a source of good socializin'.
Afterwards, Rainbow Foods was privvy to our gracious presence for a bit. Exciting, as it was the first time we had them running loose around the grocer's instead of strapped into the carts. Jen had a funny (in hindsight) moment when she was trying to teach Abby a lesson on walking around without watching where she was going. I'm not sure if I'm getting the exact quote right, but she said something like, "Abby, you're going to get hit." This happened right as a woman was turning the corner, and only after she gave Jen a rather angry look did she realize that it sounded like she was threatening to actually strike Abby. Feels kinda like a Curb Your Enthusiasm moment. If she were Larry David, she would have followed the woman home to explain and made things, somehow, a thousand times worse..
We pushed the nap schedule a bit, so when we got home, it was going to be a quick snack and into bed. Moments away from heading up, Lily got a random and sourceless nosebleed that was literally pouring out of her. We couldn't really pull the kleenex away without having instant blood on the carpet, furniture, cat, whatever happened to be under her. This shouldn't have been a huge deal - she has a certain proclivity for nosebleeds, maybe it's thin capillaries - since all we had to do was sit there and hold a kleenex under her schnoz. In theory. However, she is a toddler, and she does not bend to the will of her parents. She fought us tooth and nail. In retrospect, it was kinda funny because it should have been simple to sit with her on our lap, but she was thrashing around, spraying blood everywhere (I'm going to exaggerate this right into a Tarantino movie), and we could barely contain her. Good lord, it was a nightmare for all of us.
She eventually lost enough blood that she just got light headed and sleepy, so we just put her down with gauze on her face.
Kidding.
It stopped, as all nosebleeds do, but it took a while, and it was messy; in the end, she napped like a rockstar. Still, I do NOT recommend this method of putting your kid down.
Day three hundred and forty two.
Surprisingly the parents look younger too.
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