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We’re slipping deep into Autumn, over here. As evidenced by this video from last weekend, where you can see the trees starting to turn on The Backs.
posted by Jason 10:02 PM
October 2006 Archives
posted by Jason 10:02 PM
Azure taught Emmie a little habit she picked up from her own dad, as a little girl: whenever he finished off a can of Pepsi, Doc would make an exaggerated, telegenic “Ahhh!” noise.
Something like this:
posted by Jason 9:46 PM
Speaking of media, here’s some unadorned footage of Em being loud, and quiet.
posted by Jason 3:41 PM
Azure and I may wantonly create media with Emmie in it — next up is likely to be ‘EMTV’, a 24-hour cable network supplementing her podcast, blog and photo albums for family — but we try to be a bit more judicious about what media our daughter herself consumes. That’s a real challenge, since every picture book these days is about a cartoon that’s also a movie that’s also a Happy Meal that’s also a toy that’s then advertised on TV during the cartoon that’s based on the book.
Doesn’t seem right.
‘Course, I grew up with a Greedo action figure in my fist, and Pac-Man cereal in my tummy and I eventually turned out OK, so maybe the multi-channel branding/merchandising ain’t no big thing. Still, I figure if we can shelter Emmie from marketeers for a little bit, well, it wouldn’t hurt.
All of which brings me to this DVD Emmie is allowed to watch while Mom or Dad makes her breakfast. It’s called ‘Here Comes Bod’, and because it’s old, it’s saner and gentler than anything we can find on TV, now.
Emmie loves Bod. She calls the TV ‘Bod’.
Maybe you might like Bod, too. There’s an episode here so you can see.
posted by Jason 12:52 PM
Autumn is creeping up on Cambridge. It’s dark when we wake, now, and in the morning it’s cold downstairs.
I made a short video from our trip to Adare, here:
posted by Jason 8:56 AM
Home again, home again, lickety-split! We’re all just back from a too-short trip to Ireland.
‘Twas Ireland, this time, because twenty-odd of my Cambridge classmates held an unofficial reunion at Adare Manor (county Limerick), and secured us some nearly-decent group rates in lodgings whose price is otherwise the opposite, i.e. quite indecent. Sure, Adare Manor is a stately place, and stately never comes cheap, but those folks specialize in surprising, nay, shockingly high prices — such sums as will prompt a man to spray his mouthful of Lapsang Souchong across the table when the bill is presented.
Needless to say, our precious little Boo-Boo was in her element. And I’m only half-kidding. You see, there’s 847 acres onsite, much of it impeccably landscaped, which means that for every perfectly-manicured box hedge, there is a corresponding bank of white river pebbles laid nearby. And Emmie is really, really fond of pebbles, at the moment.
It was, in fact, impossible to cover any middling distance at Adare Manor without Emelyn suddenly going horizontal in your arms, wee arms clawing through the air, trying desperately to reach the stones crunching underfoot.
Digression: our child is a bona fide squirmer, now; at this point she’s simply perfecting her technique (a combination of going rigid and then quickly relaxing her entire body) in an apparent bid to break the world record for ‘extricating oneself from a parental grasp’. Don’t believe me? You try holding her.
To make a long story short, the wily and wriggly Emelyn spent her posh weekend at Adare sitting on the ground, playing happily with the pebbles. Moving them about, mostly - pebbles that were on the ground were moved to the stairs, pebbles on the stairs were moved into the hedge, and so on.
I could’ve sworn she admired the view, once or twice, though she might just have been scanning for more Irish pebbles. Hard to say.
posted by Jason 11:24 PM
