Posts from January, 2011
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of course, we get another two weeks of people looking at us like we beat our children, but it’s a small price to pay for dermatological happiness.
well, if anybody had any doubts — it looks like we’re really putting our place on the market.
we started teaching her after aunt holly made the suggestion over christmas. so far she’s got “more”, “all done” and “juice” — that’s “more” in the photo as she’s looking for mommy to toss her upside down again.
we are also just about ready to call sparklet’s second word: she barks something that approximates “up” whenever she’s wants you to bend over and pick her up.
she’s nothing if not monosyllabic.
for now, we’ve settled on some variation on the word “goober” — including goob, goober bear, and goober nut. (it’s important to be nimble.)
now, on the surface, i can see how this might sound odd, but in our defense the the urban dictionary — one of the least polite chroniclers of slang on our fine planet — defines goober as:
a goober is just a kindhearted, rather oblivious goofball. it’s term of endearment really. it comes from the ancient scottish verb “to goub”, which has to do with doing a dance and smiling sheepishly while doing so, exposing the goubs in one’s teeth.
so, it’s actually kind of appropriate.
i wish i knew exactly how “goober” worked its way into our collective vernacular — i have a feeling it was because we were calling her doofus during her “running into walls” phase and decided we should shoot for something a bit more charitable.
either way, the nickname was cemented about six months ago when we first watch disney’s meet the robinsons — one of the two lead characters’ nicknames is goob, and he has that sort of sheepish, lovable quality that we see in sparklet at this age.
of course, he also turns out to be the arch-villain of the story, but that’s for another time.
the lady sparkler’s parents were here this weekend, which has meant a happy and distracted baby/baby mommy, which has allowed me to start the long process of fixing/packing casa de sparkler up for sale.
art is off the wall, books are off the shelves, breakables are off the flat surfaces. and i’m starting to work through all those little projects i’ve been putting off for the last three years.
first observation: each and every project takes two to four times longer with a child. i have no idea where exactly the time gets sucked too — it’s not like i’ve been the one looking after her while i’ve been operating the power tools — but i’m going to officially posit it as a law of physics.
second observation: we have a lot of crap.