I’ll be honest — there’s a part of me that regrets ever putting a Boobah DVD in our player. It buys you 25 minutes of sanity in the morning, but payback hits in the afternoon, when Emmie starts querying, “Boobah?” every 5 minutes.
She’s pretty adorable when watching it, though. Here’s a video:
posted by Jason 7:05 PM
We had our first (and only?) snow of the season on Tuesday. Luckily, I happened to be home that day, and caught Emmie’s first encounter with the stuff.
It’s all fun and games until somebody gets cold hands:
posted by Jason 11:57 PM
We finally got ourselves some weather, here.
Last Thursday’s wind storms were apparently the UK’s biggest in 17 years, shutting down rail networks across the country. Last Thursday also happened to be our fifth wedding anniversary.
And so it was that I spent Thursday night sleeping on a coworker’s sofa in London, while Azure and Em hunkered down miles and miles away in Cambridge. Not exactly romantic, but one to remember, nonetheless.
posted by Jason 8:24 PM
Well, we’re back. It’s been a rough couple of nights; infant jet lag is a monster. Two nights ago, we were up at 2am watching Emmie dance with herself in the living-room mirror. (By ‘dance’, I’m describing a full-on, feet-stomping, body-spinning affair; it was the first time I’d ever seen her do that.) We’d all woken up at 1:15 PM that day, so I suppose the general lack of tiredness wasn’t a surprise. To quote WS, the time is out of joint.
Emelyn, though, is otherwise unfazed by all the location changes. This is partly because she’s discovered a new foundation that she can build her life around, namely, Cheerios.
In fact, “Sheerhoah!, sheerhoah!” is pretty much all she says of late, and in this tone of voice that’s half-ecstatic, half-imperative. She’s got a Tupperware dispenser chock-full of cereal that now gets lugged anywhere she moves. Of course, her dexterity is a tad limited, so half the Cheerios drop to the floor en route to her mouth. In other words, it’s like having a crazy Cheerios-spraying machine in the house, not unlike some wayward Roomba that sheds breakfast cereal all day instead of cleaning it up.
The craziest thing, though, is Emmie’s wild-eyed zeal for proselytizing these Cheerios. She’ll happily walk half-way across the house, Tupperware banging on the walls, just to wave a Cheerio in front of your face and bark, “Sheerhoah!” at you. Disconcerting, perhaps, yet surprisingly effective: I’ve had two bowls of Cheerios in the last two days, for the first time in years…
posted by Jason 8:38 PM
Ending a dearth of updates, here’s a video of Az and Em playing at one of my childhood haunts…
posted by Jason 5:58 AM
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