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Naebody in Particular
You won't find them on a shortbread tin, but our ancestors live on so long as we keep telling their stories. Scots, Yanks, Canucks and the Auld Enemy. Newest posts are the ancestors, but scroll for the living.
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found: office move
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we’re moving offices next month, to somewhere in the central business district. i have a feeling i’m not going to have quite as nice of a view. -
sparklet’s new school, same as the old school
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after months of crazy, it looks like we’ve got a pre-school for sparklet to attend in September — and it’s Bancroft Elementary.the district provides universal pre-school and pre-kindergarden, but only has a set number of seats available so makes people go through a lottery process — even if you live in boundry for the school you want to attend.
as a result, we “got” to apply to half a dozen public schools and about three dozen charters, all to make sure sparklet has some place to go in September.
we made it into Bancroft, our first choice, and didn’t even get wait listed. we also lucked out by getting into E.L. Haynes, Appletree Early Learning in Columbia Heights, and one other whose name is escaping me, so we would have had options had Bancroft not come through.
our favorite moment though, was the rejection letter we got from one of the most prestigeous pre-schools in the city, which read something like:
congratulations! you’ve made the wait list for our school, and are 697th in line for a position in our pre-school class. we’re proud to say that we had over 700 applicants this year…
think that qualifies for not understanding the audience you’re communicating with, or at least not personalizing your messages to their specific recipients.
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canon 6d
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oh. my. god.for several months now, i’ve been poking fun at my “crappy” canon 20d — mainly because i’m pretty sure my iphone, even though it cost half as much, has a better zoom and twice the resolution.
so, i threw my 20d under the bus — well, more specifically, i tossed it to my camera deprived father — and my beloved family got me a brand-spanking new 6d for my birthday. it’s unreal how well this camera performs in low light, not to mention the cropping that i can do now that my resolution has quadrupaled.
i, quite literally, don’t know what to do with myself i’m so happy.
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car, pt. 2
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turns out that there are people in the city who are morally opposed to whole, functioning car windows.from our ANC representative, Jack McKay:
Thefts from auto have been a plague here, and in many other DC neighborhoods, forever. It’s just too easy to bust into a car, snatch whatever’s there, and run off.
No clues are left behind, and the police don’t invest much effort in trying to solve such a minor crime. Thieves breaking into cars are usually caught only when an alert neighbor happens to spot one in the act.
Mount Pleasant averages about 10 such thefts a month. That’s about half the rate of 10 years ago. In March, there was a flurry of thefts from auto, totalling 21 for the month. That’s more than the 10 “normal”, but not spectacularly so.
What was remarkable was a rash of 9 of these on one night, that of March 27-28:
(1) 3402 – 3451 block of Mount Pleasant Street
(2) 1800 – 1899 block of Monroe Street
(3) 1800 – 1899 block of Newton Street
(4) 3200 – 3233 block of 19th Street
(5) 1800 – 1899 block of Monroe Street
(6) 3200 – 3233 block of 19th Street
(7) 3200 – 3233 block of 19th Street
(8) 1800 – 1999 block of Ingleside Terrace
(9) 1700 – 1799 block of Kilbourne PlaceNine in one night – most of them within a few blocks! That’s something I’ve never seen before. This was more vandalism than theft, as the perps damaged cars that were unlocked, and cars that contained nothing of value.
As for the rest of the month, aside from this one-night rampage, there were 12 thefts from auto, which is about average for a month.
for the record, our the reason our car is in the shop is because we’re #3 on the list above.
well, that and because there were two recalls on our prius, and our headlight was out, and we haven’t had an oil change or service in the last 15,000 miles.
but, besides that, everything is great.
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cooking: popovers
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ingredients
- 1 tablespoon unsalted butter, melted and cooled, plus 1 teaspoon for the pan
- 4 3/4 ounces all-purpose flour
- 1 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt
- 2 large eggs, at room temperature
- 1 cup whole milk, at room temperature
instructions
- Heat the oven to 400 degrees F.
- Grease a 6-cup popover pan with the 1 teaspoon of butter.
- Combine the 1 tablespoon of butter, the flour, salt, eggs and milk in a food processor or blender and process for 30 seconds.
- Divide the batter evenly among the cups of the popover pan, filling each one-third to one-half full.
- Bake on the middle rack of the oven for 40 minutes, taking care not to open the oven door.
- Remove the popovers to a cooling rack and pierce each one in the top with a knife to allow steam to escape. Serve warm.
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pterry, the pterodactyl
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thanks to a certain ex-high school sweetheart, my favorite stuffed animal as a child — pterry, the pterodactyl — has come home to roost. he’s already done a stint hanging above sparklet’s bed, only to be moved a couple of months later, to the mighty quinn’s room, when sparklet started having nightmares about the monster hanging over her bed. oops. -
waiting for number two
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sparklet and talimo are hanging out, waiting for “thing two” to arrive. and he did — bright and early:“Tali, I couldn’t be more thrilled and blessed to introduce … Oliver Jude Elleithee [who] arrived [Saturday] at 8:15 a.m. –12 days early, totally healthy and raring to get a head start on life. (Personally, I blame the Georgetown Hoyas’ terrible first-round performance … for creating enough stress to induce early labor.) … 7 lbs., 9 ounces. 20 1/2 inches.”
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instagram
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After years of being annoyingly smartphone only, Instagram has finally opened all pictures (including mine) to just regular web browsers.See Photos on Instagram:
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sleep training
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the mighty quinn has officially exhausted our well of patience with his sleep habits.mommy just figured out (about three months after i did, i should note) that mr. quinn is only making a ruckus in the middle of the night because he knows his mommy will come and pick him up for an hour or two.
somebody just got cut off.
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ice cream
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midnight run to the apple store
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we suffered the first hard drive failure of my life this weekend. turns out there is a defect with some iMac hard drives that cause them to spin until the burn up. thank god for free warrenty/recall repair, time machine, and regular back-ups. -
found: bourbon
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in honor of the academy awards, sparklet has pulled together her lifetime nods for the three most important categories:Best Animated Feature
- tangled
- winnie the pooh
- alice in wonderland
- anastasia
- rio
- the jungle book
Best Musical
- annie
- chitty, chitty, bang, bang
- mary poppins
- the muppets
- the muppet movie
Best Original Song
- “bare necessities” from the jungle book
- “chitty, chitty, bang, bang” from chitty, chitty, bang, bang
- “life’s a happy song” from the muppets
- “i’ve got a dream” from tangled
- “i wan’na be like you” from the jungle book
i won’t bother to announce the winners, because we’d be redistributing trophies, back and forth just about every day for the rest of our lives.
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f-14 sky striker
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my favorite toy as a kid was g.i. joe F-14 “sky striker” — a plane that i, literally, loved to pieces.just on a whim, i ebay’ed “sky striker” about two weeks ago, and found out not only are they for sale, but hasbro has re-released the sky striker on it’s 30th anniversary. it’s on sale at amazon for $34.
so, now, The Mighty Quinn is the proud owner of a sky striker, though he’s going to have to fight with daddy for the right to take it down off the ceiling and play with it.
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hardware
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we’ve developed a little tradition for sunday afternoons — sparklet and i run out to the hardware store to pick up, well, stuff for whatever is broken in our 97 year old house. she loves the dog. i love getting out of the house. mommy loves sleeping. win, win, win. -
found: the flu
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the flu is slowly ravaging our house, picking us off one by one — ignoring the fact that we all got vaccinated this year. impolite, to say the least. -
washer/dryer
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we give up.our washer flooded a couple of times over christmas, and the timer on the dryer no longer advances (meaning that we can run the dryer for 8+ hours non-stop if we’re not smart enough to shut it off manually).
so mommy get’s her christmas wish after all — new, bigger, washer and dryer.
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house photography
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eighteen months after we moved in, we finally have pictures on the wall.when we staged our old place for sale, our real estate agent told us to put up artwork that made people think about the neighborhood — so we dowloaded a bunch of photos from flickr, framed them, and put them on our wall. and, we never got around to swapping them out once we moved.
after a weekend of photo selection (and printing via mpix) we now have honest-to-God family photos hanging on the wall.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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new year’s eve
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with my beloved wife still recovering from an emergency root canal (don’t ask) and me recovering from some mysterious plague that knocked me on my butt for two days, we kind of missed new year’s eve. and by “missed” i mean that we were both in by 9:45pm, although i actually got to see the clock tick over at midnight when the mighty quinn decided to get up and celebrate.so we took another shot at it tonight, with dinner at Central Michel Richard followed by drinks and bad college football. and we both stayed up until at least 11:15pm.
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making music
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sparklet is obviously missing music class, because she is now randomly corralling all the people in the house, guests included, distributing musical instruments, and forcing us to “play” along to the music from whatever loud, overbearing, sing-along-toy she has within reach. oh, and to the same four songs over and over. it’s fun. i promise. come visit whenever you like.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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fairytale of 2012
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happiness is watching your family dance, in the kitchen, to the pogues fairytale of new york. may your (and our) 2013 be only slightly less exciting than 2012.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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black & white
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for christmas, my brother gave me a old-style, fixed 50mm lens — basically an updated version of what i used to used when i shot black and white film on my old Canon AE-1 twenty years back.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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christmas miracle
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on christmas night, with 10 people and 2 dogs in the house, our washing machine flooded the basement and our main floor toilet stopped flushing. but when we woke up the next morning, there was a plumber parked out front of our house to service one of our neighbors. it’s a christmas miracle… -
sparklet’s christmas portraits
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at our holiday party tonight, sparklet found my camera (which is bigger than her head) and dragged it around to take pictures of the revelry. i have no idea how they came out so well, but i’m seriously thinking about letting her use it from now on.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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found: headlamp
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cold snap (#2000)
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as of yesterday, i was nearly two months behind in blogging — the longest cold spell since sparklet was born three-plus years ago.
good news is that not much happened:
the mighty quinn is tottering on the edge of crawling (and has been for most of the last two months.) he’s on to baby foods, and just this week started some real food (blackbeans, just like his sister.)
he’s also officially a beast, off the charts on both height and weight. seriously, however big you think he is — double it. and then double it again. and then burn whatever you thought you were thinking.
for her part, sparklet (who just turned three) is having entire conversations now, mostly with herself. she makes up songs from scratch, and they are often are laden with not-so-hidden messages. (“riding on ca-rou-sels is funnnnnn! i’d liiike to riiide on a ca-rou-sel todaaaay.”)
moreover, she has figured out how to say the two worst words in the world — “no” and “just” (eg. “no, no, no, no, i don’t want to eat lunch, i just want a snack.” and “no, no, no, no, i’m not eating — i’m just checking to see if there are snacks in the bag.”)
finally, i realized that i have ten tons of unused vacation days that i’m going to lose in December if i don’t start taking them quick — so i’m cobbling together a better-late-than-never paternity leave from random days across the remainder of the year.
oh, and that election thing happened. oh, and i got an iphone that takes neat panorama photos. oh, and halloween happend (sparklet was a fairy, and mighty quinn was yoda, and we picked pumpkins). and, oh, this is my 2,000th post since 2004.
back in the saddle, and i hope it lasts.
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not sick
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for the third consecutive time, i took the mighty quinn to the pediatrician (alone) and it turns out nothing was wrong.
i’m pretty sure that’s a life lesson — if my wife thinks the baby is actually sick, she makes time so that she can visit the doctor herself. if she sends me alone, i think we can safely say it’s not life threatening.
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is the election over yet?
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this feels like it has the longest election cycles of my lifetime and, regardless of what happens tomorrow night, a part of me is just going to be relieved that it is — well — over.
like most Americans, a dark portion of my soul would love to overthrow the two party system, abolish the 24-hour news cycle, and/or give the electoral college its marching orders.
but, without getting overtly political, here a couple of more reasonable thoughts coming out of the last 18 months:
we must demand politicians/media stop creating facts.
i’m actually pretty centrist (at least in principle) and honestly believe that good people will make good decisions regardless of ideology. unfortunately, this notion has been plowed under as more and more people (on both sides) make up facts to suit their ideologies versus tailoring their ideologies to meet the facts.
a functioning democracy is dependant on an informed electorate — and that is undermined if the electorate is only “informed” by a bunch of falsehoods, quotes taken out of context, fake statistics and ideology driven studies.
in this way, i think the recent rise of the various media “truth squads” is a promising sign. and, while Candy Crawley is likely not going to get invited back to moderate another debate, we need more of her style “instant fact checks” from our media — not less.
if money is speech, then disclosure is the right to face our accusers.
i’m not a huge fan of limitless money in politics, but if money really is protected speach then i can make it work. but, the only way to make it work is for the thousands of deep-pocket donors to stand up and be counted along side of their money.
today, we find ourselves in the unusual situation where accused criminals have a better “due process” than our candidates up for election. criminals have the right to know our accusers, and to face (and rebut) their claims. (not to mention, they are also afforded a presumption of innocence.)
seems like our politicians deserve at least this much — and if donors aren’t willing to disclose themselves, then we need to legislate a solution that brings transparency to the new, murky world of money-as-speech political contributions.
finally, we’ve got to limit the election season.
in light of the 24-hour news cycle, we’re getting to the point where all the people we would WANT to elect are refusing to run because of the impact the eleection marathon has on themselves and their families.
to make matters worse, the 24 month cycle doesn’t even provide its supposed benefit (eg. allow us to thoroughly address issues) and instead forces us to pay attention to all sorts of silly minutia and mini-scandles that the corporate media needs to maintain our daily (hourly, minute-ly) attention.
more than that, the lengthy election season directly depresses (and suppresses) the electorate, and requires huge influxes of cash into the political campaign arms race in order for candidates to stay competitive.
were we to prohibit electioneering more than three months from the primaries, and schedule the general no more than three months after that — elections would be cheaper, less corruptible, more focused (eg. more meaningful debate) and less taxing on the public — not to mention we’d likely have better candidates to boot.
somebody please find a way to make this happen.
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out: lost dog cafe
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out in the burbs to buy curtains (more later) and we stopped by lost dog cafe for lunch.the mighty quinn loved his beer, fwiw.
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trip #19: new york city
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i’m obviously not a new yorker, but i’m pretty sure our cabbie just decided to “cut through” times square on the way to penn station. not impressed.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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camping w/ the minamike’s
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daddycation
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i didn’t get much of a paternity leave this summer, so i’ve talked with my team at work and i’m going to try and take a two or three weeks of Fridays between now and the end of the year to make up for the miss.today’s day one — national gallery of art and the national museum of the american indian. and he only slept through half of it.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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flex: poppa’s house
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my grandfather was born and raised in College Park, in a house that his grandfather built back at the turn of the century. the house is still there — 4707 Calvert Road, College Park, Md. — and i saw it at least a dozen times before i knew what it was.someday i’m going to go up and knock on the door, and invite myself in for a bit.
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live: democratic national convention
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fairy
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sparklet’s been invited to a birthday/princess party next week while we’re in Vermont. we don’t have a lot of princess clothes kicking around the house usually, so daddy had to go shopping. i couldn’t actually bring myself to go “full” princess, so we’ve gone fairy princess instead.even so, i’m pretty sure this is the most recent sign that the apocalypse is upon us.
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boyfriend?
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seriously, i have no clue who this boy is — but i’m getting out my shotgun just in case.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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camping, day two
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the first night in a tent was an unqualified success. sparklet didn’t kick anybody in the head, mighty quinn slept very happily in his little black bouncy chair we brought from home, and everybody slept well past dawn …… and sparklet got to look at a fire truck up close when someone smelled a gas leak in the street in front of the house. win, win.
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firsts: camping
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we’re camping. good friends of ours who actually have a yard big enough to put a tent in (the mighty, mighty boigs) are throwing a little cookout/camping thing — and sparklet couldn’t be happier.the early evening was made a little more exciting by a string of thunderstorms that came through right around bedtime, but that didn’t slow the under 6 year old girl demographic who used the extra time to jump on an air mattress for two or three hours.
sparklet didn’t go to bed until well after 10am, but she was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
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found: cracktacular
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live: three day weekend of awesomeness
i took today off from work — hypotetically because it was my flex day, mostly so sparklet and i could go for a bike ride, but secretly so that i could blow through a dozen hours of olympic coverage (relatively) undisturbed.giggedy-giggedy.
live: london 2012 opening ceremony
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it’s that time again.the time when our global attention turns to overly-earnest featurettes on athletes overcoming adversity, when we look for horrible commentary by television announcers pressed into service to describe a sport they know nothing about, when jingoism is not just tolerated but encouraged, and when even bob costas becomes annoying.
it’s NBC’s coverage of the greatest sporting event on the planet.
19:32 first “uplifting” montage of athletes. of the 2012 olympics. oh, yes. it’s on. 19:39 i can almost smell the vaseline smeared all over their camera lenses. 19:44 Matt Lauer needs a toupee. 19:49 the mighty Quinn keeps wailing every time Meredith Viera comes on the air. 19:55 look, it’s Hobbiton! 19:58 what are these random rugby videos from? How are they going to get that meadow out of the stadium again? Why am I “afeared”? I have so many questions. 20:04 honoring the decline of the pastoral-agrarian society? These Brits sure know how to parrrrtay. 20:05 more breakdancing men in top hats, please! 20:08 britain: we’re the country that brought you smokestacks. 20:09 wonder what the random bloke in Sheffield thinks about his outcry right now. 20:13 a friend of mine described this production as “crack-tastic.” I honestly don’t know that goes far enough. 20:15 okay, the waterfalling fireworks from the Olympic rings was a pretty nice visual. Make a note: first compliment came 45 minutes in. 20:18 first annoying Visa commercial. Wonder how many times we’ll see that in the next 18 days. 20:23 would love to know who pitched the idea of jumping out of a helicopter with James Bond to the Queen. Oh, to be a fly on thaaaat wall. 20:25 come on Queenie, smile. 20:33 nothing says “Britain” like Tubular Bells and socialized medicine. 20:35 OH MY GOD IT ACTUALLY SPELLS OUT NAIONAL HEALTH SERVICE. 20:39 Voldemort: the capstone of 400 years of British literature. 20:41 we could have saved ourselves 6 movies if someone had just told Harry Potter that Voldemort was scared of Mary Poppins. 20:45 my wife totally called that Chariots of Fire was coming. 20:48 … but not Mr. Bean. Didn’t see that one coming. Nope. 20:55 the Olympics are celebrating 40 years of air headed British teens. Awesome. 20:59 Meredith and Matt needs to remember this isn’t actually the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade. 21:08 do you think the Queen knows what “Frankie Says Relax” means? 21:13 the Brits created the interweb? I thought Al Gore did?!? 21:14 oh, David Beckham. You’re so cute, at least when your lips aren’t moving. 21:31 awww, I like the Aussies. 21:33 my wife just suggested I do a blog post on Olympic commercials that are better than the opening ceremonies. Talk about a race to the bottom. 21:39 is it a sign of Stockholm syndrome to say I’m optimistic for the 2016 opening ceremonies in Rio? I mean, the whole thing will be just half naked women dancing, no? 21:50 new game: drink every time Bob Costas says something inane. 21:52 I already can’t feel my face. 21:54 get Djubuti on the floor toniiiight. 21:59 my wife is talking international fiscal policy which, coincidentally, is more interesting than the parade of nations. 22:12 kudos to Nike for their “other” London ad. Good stuff. 22:20 on Wikipedia wondering what happened to Netherlands Antilles. 22:32 the Mighty Quinn is out. Mommy is out. I’m watching St. Kitts march in. Where did my life go wrong?!? 22:43 if I hear Bob Costas say one more time how “fast” this is going… Pow. 22:58 Idi Amin joke, really? Ouch. Too soon. 23:07 so nice to see team USA in something other than cowboy hats (which, ironically, we’re worn by Russia instead). 23:09 feeling pretty bad for Team Great Britain and their gold lamé track suits — oif. 23:12 Thank god for Kate Middleton, because the Queen seems surgically unable to smile. 23:16 totally forgot about he flame. Not sure I’m going to make it. 23:18 some one shut Bob Costas up before he insults another country. 23:46 Paul McCartney and the cauldron lighting finally had the stuffy decorum I expected from this opening ceremony. 23:46 the flame is awesome and all, but someone is going to get disqualified in the javelin for not clearing the cauldron in the middle of the field. 23:48 is “hey, Jude” the national anthem or something? Just saying’. 23:52 i hate forced audience participation. 23:54 ILOVEYOULONDONGOODNIGHT! tent
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we bought a tent — and it’s big.the mighty, mighty boigs are throwing a backyard camping “thing” the second weekend of august, so we had to run out and grab something bigger than the one-man backpacking tent i have in the basement.
of course, it turns out the tent that we — well, she — picked out is bigger than our back yard, back patio, back porch, front porch or back balcony. frankly, it’s bigger than our basement, but i found some way to set it up to make sure it was whole.
can’t wait to get it setup in somebody else’s yard.
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tentdc united v. montreal
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daddy/sparklet date night, dc united v. montreal impact, rfk stadium, washington, dc.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
dc united v. montrealoops
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the mighty quinn is starting to move around — at least enough to wiggle himself out of the bouncy chair and bounce his bottom on the floor.firsts: spelling
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sparklet is starting to spell her name, and write her name if you spell it for her. seems like we’re still aways away from doing both at once.cookies
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making alton brown’s thin chocolate chip cookie recipe with sparklet.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
cookiesfirsts: haircut
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first haircut, Alex’s Unisex Styling Salon, mount pleasant, washington, dc. picture of the final results here.“normal” sunday
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this is what my sunday afternoon looks like — backyard, two bottles, and praying to God that everyone else takes at least a 90 minute nap.it truly is the little things in life that matter most.
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“normal” weekendthe hose
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sparklet attacked our outdoor hose spigot today, and lost. i wasn’t around, but i’m guessing she grabbed the hose awkwardly and turned it on, because i turned around and 10 seconds later she was soaking wet and screaming.thunder
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sparklet is no longer sleeping through the night. tonight, it’s all about the enormous summer storm that passed through about 15 minutes after bedtime — waking her up 5 times in 45 minutes.but, some of the bloom has come off the normal sleeping rose, too, with more-than-occasional wake ups at 2:00am and then a very “helpful” young girl hoping to help with the 5 a.m. feeding.
thank you sweetie, but we’ve got this. really.
children’s
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i just realized how biased my view of children’s hospitals is.i neglected to mention it at the time, but at our last check-up mommy pointed out to our pediatrician that the mighty quinn’s head was still a little mis-shapen from delivery. the doctor said that she was sure there wasn’t anything wrong, but we should schedule an appointment at Children’s National Medical Center here in D.C. just to be sure.
i didn’t realize how nervous i was, until i got there. then i realized the only time i’ve every really seen a children’s hospital — with the aggressively saturated colors, and overly playful decorations — was when watching a horrible (or miraculous) medical wonder story on extreme makeover home edition.
as a result, i’ve decided that i’m not a big fan.
thankfully, it turns out that everything is perfectly fine. the mighty quinn’s head is well within the medical definition of normal for this point in his life, and there was no evidence of brain or cranial problem.
thankfully.
the layoff
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the number one rule of blogging is don’t apologize — not for posting too much, not for posting too little, not for posting “stupid” posts, and not for a long break in between posts.no matter what you think you’ve done wrong, chances are (a) people aren’t paying close enough attention to have noticed, and (b) you are being way too self important if you think they care.
that said, holy crap it’s been a long time since i’ve updated this blogthing.
seven weeks. 1,689 photos. 45 minutes of video. 9 extra lbs of baby. 441 diapers. but, i think we are starting to come through the other side of the madness.
the mighty quinn is getting up to 6 hours of sleep at a shot, and — as we have more time for her — sparklet’s terrible twos are receding just a little bit. kinda. sorta.
so, no apologies for the lack of posting because you probably didn’t notice, and — if you did — i just wrote (and backdated) 76 posts for posterity (and you) in the space of 18 hours.
that was penance enough.
messaging for machine — or man?
We spend a good part of our time at Brodeur helping clients figure out their messaging.
What are the key messages your audience needs to hear?What words, metaphors and images should you use to convey them?
How do you structure your story so that it is relevant to the people you are talking to?
oops
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went up to boston on wednesday for a couple of things, one of them was a new business pitch for a firm that was looking for some digital accument and expertise.we prepared a great deck, and had a great pitch, and i promptly left my keys in their conference room and flew home to D.C. before i discovered it.
what better way to say you’ve got your !@#$ together than by calling them the next day and asking them to send you your keys.
the worst part is that there was a mix up on the timing of my flight home. i had told sparklet that i’d be home in time to say good night, but turned out i was actually on the 8pm flight that gets into DC at 9:30pm — way to late for her to stay up.
i showed up to the airport two hours early, got on an much earlier flight, and made it home in time — to walk up to my car and not be able to get into it.
thank god for cabs — even if it meant i got to spend 2 hours on Saturday trekking back down to the airport to pick up my car.
oops.
nanny share
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it looks like our nanny share is winding down — sparklet’s boyfriend is going off to school in the fall, and is going to be gone on summer vacation for much of June. and, obviously, the mighty quinn is going to need some care once mommy goes back to work.so, we’ll keep going for a couple more months, and then just take over the “share” full time for now. by the time spring rolls around in 2013, we’ll have a better idea of what the future looks like — we’ll know what school sparklet will be attending the following fall, and quinney will be getting close to a year old.
then, we’ll think about taking on another family. but, for now, it’ll just be sparklet, quinney and maria — which seems like it will work out just fine.
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nanny sharethe tree
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our back yard is dominated by a large, but sickly looking maple. it hasn’t been well maintained, a second trunk has grown out of the base at almost a 60 degree angle, and the whole thing is within 4 feet of the retaining wall that keeps our back yard out of the alley.the tree is actually on the opposite side of the fence with our neighbor, but it turns out that it’s actually (mostly) in our yard which is irritating on two fronts — we have to chip in on maintaining the tree, and we really need to replace our fence considering it was built about 8 to 12 inches on our side of the property line.
fortunately we love our neighbor(s) so it’s all good.
last week, we decided to take the tree down, so that it doesn’t fall over and doesn’t push down our retaining wall. we had an arborist come out, and he said it’s just under the size (55 inches in girth) where a permit would be required.
when he started actually cutting the tree, however, another neighbor — not on our street, but on the other side of our back alley — came out screaming.
neither the lady sparkler or i were there for the exchange, but the general gist was that she (strongly) believed we needed a permit, and even if we had one, we should let the tree live, let the retaining wall collapse, and then just keep rebuilding everything (wall, yard, fence) as often as necessary to keep the tree alive and well.
so, the city came out to moderate the dispute, and the tree is right on the cusp of needing a permit (of two measurements, one was above the requirement and one was below) so they’ve asked us to apply for a permit.
the bureaucracy/paperwork isn’t that big of a deal — if you complete the form, and have a good reason to take the tree down, you can — but the permit cost will triple the price of removing the tree.
#hippies.
the path
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home improvement projects have started back up again — mommy decided that she wanted the planting bed closest to our back patio gone.i managed to convince her that digging the entire thing up and replacing it with rocks would be a lot of shoveling, but that she was welcome to do whatever she wanted — oh, and here’s the shovel. within a couple minutes, i had talked her down to just cutting a path in the planter towards the back of the yard.
it was still a ton of work (i had to move more dirt than i thought we had in the entire yard) but the final product doesn’t look too shabby — and it’s inarguably easier to get around the yard, now.
happy birthday, daddy!
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daddy got a tandem/trailer for his birthday, which sparklet seems to be getting the most out of — at least for now.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
happy birthday, daddy!the mighty quinn so far
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the difference between the first child and the second child is that the first gets a social media strategy. the second gets a blog post on day nine which tries to summarize what’s happened so far:- robert quinn parker was born on march 30, 2012 at sibley memorial hospital in D.C.. the biggest news is that he is, in fact, a boy.
- he was born two weeks early (first pictures are here) and still clocked in at 8 lbs, 12 ounces and 21 inches. needless to say, mommy is very happy that he didn’t make it to full term.
- the story behind his name merits its own blog post but for now let’s say that we couldn’t decide which “robert” nickname to use so we’re calling him “rory” around the house. (it’s a long story, but at least we didn’t stick with madeline.)
- for blogging purposes, we’ve dubbed him “the mighty quinn.” we’d been calling him “thing two” during the pregnancy, but decided sparklet is going to dominate his life anyway so using a second reference to her as a name for him was just piling on.
- for those pop culture illiterates among us, “the mighty quinn” is a reference to a bob dylan song calledquinn the eskimo — which actually predates the more popular manfred man version by 18 months.
- the mighty quinn is everything we expect from a boy — a heavy eater and a binge sleeper — and sparklet is turning out to the best big-sister in the world.
- lastly, it is NOT true that you take fewer pictures with the second child — and i know because i counted (94 for sparklet’s first 10 days, 228 for the mighty quinn’s).
i will say that blogging is a bit more of a challenge, with the pooping baby, the post-op wife, and the overly energetic two year old conspiring against me getting any quality “alone” time with the blog machine. at this rate, i expect to blog again in the summer of 2029.
for what it’s worth, i go back to work tomorrow morning, but mommy is staring down the barrel of another 14 weeks of maternity leave and we’ve got the texas grandparents arriving soon with the virginia grandparents coming back after that.
that’s it from here — further bulletins as warranted.
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anthology: the mighty quinn so farstomach sleeper, v2
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looks like the mighty quinn is following in sparklet’s proud tradition by trying to sleep on his stomach every chance he can get. of course, the parenting mafia has scared the bejeezus out of us with tales of SIDS — so we’re putting up a noble fight, but not holding out much hope for the long term.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
stomach sleeper, againrobert (“rory”) quinn parker
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robert (“rory”) quinn parker. sibley memorial hospital, washington, dc. 8 lbs, 12 ounces. 21 inches. mommy, baby, and big sister are doing well. daddy needs a drink.reading
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sparklet’s taken to a much more, um, interactive form of reading.she’s memorized brown bear, brown bear by eric carle, and can parrot the whole thing, front to back. she yells out the various animals and here’s to you! by david elliott, and she will call out random words from whatever else we’re reading — the protagonist’s name from madeline, “aaaaaachhooo!” from bear snores on, and the “beep, beep, beeps” from little blue truck.
it’s only a matter of time ’til i bust in to her room at midnight and catch her reading harry potter under her sheets.
decidedly not boy clothes
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this is what 28 months of baby clothes looks like.my beloved wife saved every single piece of clothing sparklet has ever worn, because she was absolutely certain we’d be having a girl. now that we (at least temporarily) think we’re having a boy, we have six or eight tubs of girl cloths that could be looking for a new home.
i’m horrified — how can a child possible wear all those clothes in a little over two years?
the most expensive nap in history
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mommy started getting contractions this morning around 4am, and we immediately jumped into our great baby action plan — and by immediate, i mean when she finally woke me up at 6:15am. and, after we stopped for mcdonalds at 7:00am.but the rest of the plan went off without a hitch. we dropped sparklet with the talimo’s and sped off to sibley for admission, a beautiful corner room, a two hour nap, and a doctor’s official diagnosis of pre-term Braxton Hicks contractions.
so, false alarm.
in unrelated news, i’ve now programmed sibley into the GPS, because in all the excitement i completely forgot how to get to the hospital. again.
and, i got two quality hours with my kindle while mommy napped. i had kind of forgotten what it was like to have time to read — even though i understand it’ll probably be short lived.
video: the drive
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i drove to williamsburg this past weekend.while i was somewhere in the vast wastelands between richmond and fredricksburg (my least favorite part of the trip) i started doing a little math to see out how many times i’ve covered the 180-odd miles in the last 15 years.
172.
that’s 21 round trips over my first three months after graduation in 1997 (where i commuted a three day a week internship from Williamsburg to DC) plus a round trip approximately every three months for the next 14 1/2 years.
this inspired me to do a little stop-motion photography on the way back to share the love.
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i was running late to gymnastics class.dropped off mommy and sparklet in front of the building, and then went to look for parking. about 15 minutes later, i found parking about 10 blocks away. needless to say, i arrived well after the class had begun.
i snuck in, turned around to put my stuff down, and by the time i turned around i had a baby girl’s face planted into my stomach. she had run the length of the room (with 10 kids and 20 parents watching) to say hello.
life is pretty good.
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“daddy!”the dining room, too
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one more piece of unplanned contruction…with about 30 minutes of forethought, we went shopping at World Market for a dining room table last week. all of our chairs are frail, and not certain to survive another sparklet-like force of nature. four of them are actually heirlooms, which makes them both more fragile and the ramifications of said fragility to be more pronounced.
fortunately, sparklet’s old enough to help with assembly.
speakingof which, sparklet is old enough to repeat everything we say. on the way back from buying our table (cheap, president’s day sale!) we drove up to our house (8pm on a Saturday) and found parking right in front, which I celebrated by saying:
holy crap!
sparklet was equally enthusiastic in her response, testing out the phrase in five different tones, emphasises, and vocal qualities.
it doesn’t appear to have stuck, thank God — but the warning shot went low across our bow.
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it was a great course, and sparklet had a lot of fun, but I’m glad it’s over — the instructor had a vocal tenor that could shatter bulletproof glass, which was made 1.2 million times worse because the classroom was actually a raquetball court. I may need therapy. the things we do for our daughter’s love…See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
out: final gymnastics classfurniture swap
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the nesting continues…in the aftermath or Thing Two’s second X chromosome turning out to be a Y, the biggest shift has been in his room. No longer satisfied with peach walls, plum carpets and floral patterns, we’re in the process of repainting and redecorating.
(I’ve also set aside the “Madeline” wall sign — though, admittedly, I’m not throwing it out until “he” pops out and I get the official confirmation.)
Part of the bedroom reorg is that the white french provincial furniture we inherited from my grandparents is now going into sparklets room (above, top) and sparklet’s slightly more gender neutral furniture is sliding into Thing Two’s room in substitution (above, underneath).
We’re also painting both their rooms a light green — there by reducing the 137 things they’ll argue about some day to a more manageable 136.
This argument reduction effort was actually kicked off last week when I saw a “Thing Two” decal in Target that sparklet and I eventually put on his bedroom door. It was officially the first time I saw something in wanted for one child that made me say “oh, crap — what am I going to buy for the other.” Fortunately, there was a stack of Sesame Street decals (with sparklet favorite Abby Cadabby) on the next display over.
That might bring the list down to 135 1/2.
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nesting, part 2found: mommy-van
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driving down to Williamsburg in this monstrosity to pick up some french provincial furniture forThing Twosparklet’s room. at least it’s a rental that I get to give back tomorrow — can’t imagine trying to street park this tank in Mount Pleasant.muppets
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we bought Thing Two some Muppet stuffed animals for his room, partly because we had realized that everything in there was a hand-me-down or toy sparklet had rejected, and partly because I figured it was to early to start brainwashing him about star wars.sparklet quickly fell for kermit, and has helpfully volunteered to care and steward the Muppet until a time that Thing Two can care for him himself.
this quickly prompted a Saturday morning viewing of the original Muppet Movie, which sparklet loved. of course, wewatched the “Edited for Toddler” version, which involves daddy skipping from song to song to song (running time: 35 minutes).
at least we now have an alternative to hearing The Jungle Book over and over again.
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sparklet’s obsession with the Madeline anthology has reached a fever pitch.we read one of the six every night, and mommy usually does another when she wakes up in the morning. she know’s what page her favorite story starts (Madeline in London, the one about the horse for Pepito) and avidly yells the pagenumber (“227!”) if you’re not turning the pages fast enough.
actually, her favorite game right now is opening our Madeline anthology and flipping throught the pages herself to find the start of that story (“found it!”) which is her favorite because, as she says, “I rode horse, too.”
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not sure how this started, but sparklet and I greet each other under the door each morning now.we rarely hear her get out of bed in the morning anymore, but occasionally we’ll here a great “thunk” as she hits the ground to check if I’m under the door. she’ll usually stay there until I reach underneath and grab her hands a few times (I actually mistakenly grabbed Tiger’s tail his morning) before she decides to come out.
I’ve decided that she actually is pretty cute.
it’s a boy?!?
turns out thing two isn’t exactly a girl.mommy had a doctor’s appointment a couple weeks back, and while she and the doc were talking about the coming thing two, they noticed she was coming in pretty big and pretty fast.
so they scheduled up another sonogram for last Friday, just to see exactly how big (and whether we’d need to adjust the delivery date, etc.) a sonogram at this point is fairly unusual — you don’t get one after 20 weeks unless the doctor specifically recommends one — but we were pretty excited to see the baby one extra time.
so Friday morning, we walk into the exam room and met with our tall spindly (dude) sonographer who started chatting us up about what we were having (girl), whether we had picked out any names (we had) and other stuff that wasted time while he got everything dialed in.
and then he started giggling. it wasn’t a bubbly giggle, but more like a nervous “you’re going to rip my head off” sorta giggle.
“i’m afraid you’re not having a girl.” turns out thing two isn’t a she — she’s a he.
and, no, we’re not kidding.
for now, let’s just skip past 20 minutes of “are you sure?” and “no, really — are you sure?” and “well, she was pretty sure when she told us it was going to be a girl…” that followed.
funny thing, is we remember that other sonogram pretty clearly.
when she first told us it’d be a girl, the lady sparkler said something like “really? are you sure?” in the same way that any mommy-to-be would say after hearing pretty much anything — and she got all huffy.
“i’ve been doing this for 26 years,” she said. “and i’ve never been wrong once in all those years.”
well, there’s always a first.
fast forward to now — we’ve got a boy coming, he’s got a lovely peach bedroom, with a soft purple rug, with bright flowered sheets, lots of pink clothes waiting for him when he gets home, in a bedroom filled with (hand be down) white, French Provencal furniture.
now, mommy and me can see the future — when this all turns out great, and becomes the story that (much to thing two’s consternation) we will faithfully drag out at every holiday, graduation and meet-the-new-girlfriend occasion.
however, in the interim, we’ve got about six weeks left to redo about six months worth of mental planning. the good news, is that (shortly before all this happened) we had basically decided on a name.
i think he’ll make a great “madeline.”
overheard: “duuude.”
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exchange today with sparklet:sparklet: up!
daddy: what, i have to carry you now, too?!?
sparklet: yup.
daddy: dude, what the ….
sparklet: duuuuude.duuude.
stick the landing
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sparklet’s been falling down — a lot.we’d been watching (with great concern) her developing a cocky “i get this whole walking thing” machismo, which has been quickly turning into a steady stream of bouncing off tables, getting thrown off playground equipment and falling down stairs.
this morning we hit our first major milestone of a two year old: she fell down a flight of stairs. fortunately, it was indoors (from the second floor to the first, and not the 27 concrete steps we have out front) and fortunately everything is fine (she was up and moving in seconds, with nary a scratch).
but it was #%&%$# horrible.
she was climbing, and must have made it up to the very top, because it sounded like she fell for a full 30 seconds. when she slid into the ground floor, she did so on he back — bouncing her head down the last three steps.
not good.
regardless, we’re counting our blessings — she’s fine, and she’s now (visibly) being more careful on stairs. no blood, no bump, no bruise, no foul.
that which does not kill us scares the bejeezus out of our parents.
dancing queen — aka. sparklet’s commentary on bad 80s music
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this morning, our kitchen itunes found itself on the “80s/vintage” mix, and sparklet has some notes of commentary she couldn’t stop herself from sharing:“take on me” from a-ha was perfect for spinning. abba was generally well received, although she dropped “i do, i do, i do” by the second chorus. we’ll never play “forever young” by alphaville ever again, ever (and my heart is absolutely crushed by her response to one of the top ten songs of my childhood).
the big hit of the morning (i’m going to hell) was belinda carlisle, but she made up for it with her love of dexy’s midnight runners and (eventually, after i was horrified by her response to “mad about you”) the go-go’s. oh, and she was thoroughly confused by madonna’s “like a prayer” but hey, aren’t we all.
but, she reserved her most poignent critique for biz markie.
she’s taken to yelling “song!” when she wants us to turn on some music, or (worse) in the 2 seconds between songs. a few seconds after “just a friend” came on she yelled “song!” and, when i said that it (technically) was a song, she yelled “song!” again.
this quickly escalated to a chant (never heard before) of “new song! new song!” — which didn’t abate until i kicked the music forward to “pretty in pink” instead.
everybody’s a critic.
the tree
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sparklet had a bit of a meltdown today, because we took down the christmas tree without her permission.she kept crying “my tree, my tree!” and was utterly inconsolable. so i did what any good father would do — i started quoting from eulogy scene for Tiny Tim from the muppet christmas carol:
It’s all right, children. Life is made up of meetings and partings. That is the way of it. I am sure that we shall never forget [our tree], or this first parting that there was among us.
father of the year.
out: birthday party
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no clue who the birthday girl is, but love that my daughter is taking el español caliente into the hallway to makeout. fwiw, i was hoping we’d had a couple years before worrying about this sort of thing.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
out: birthday partysparklet: the farm
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sparklet’s new camera seems to have some kind of sticker function, and she seem’s to have figured out how to make it work. especially like the pirate bandana on the dog. creative.Most of sparklet’s photos are only available to her friends and family contacts on Flickr. If you aren’t a contact and would like to be, add sparklet as a contact here, and we’ll reciprocate asap.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
sparklet: the farmsparklet: christmas
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Most of sparklet’s photos are only available to her friends and family contacts on Flickr. If you aren’t a contact and would like to be, add sparklet as a contact here, and we’ll reciprocate asap.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
sparklet: christmasbartender
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this year’s nomination for father of the year will lead with sparklet’s latest stupid human trick:she will ask me if i want a beer (“daddy beer?”), walk over to the fridge, open the fridge, remove the beer, go over to the drawer, take out the beer key, use the beer key to open the beer, return the opener, put the top away, and bring me the beer. the best part is she will demand i have a beer just so she can open another bottle.
life is good.
sparklet: photobooth
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Most of sparklet’s photos are only available to her friends and family contacts on Flickr. If you aren’t a contact and would like to be, add sparklet as a contact here, and we’ll reciprocate asap.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
sparklet: photoboothfirsts: bike ride
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okay, given how good she has gotten this obviously isn’t her first bike ride — but it’s the first one that involved mommy or daddy, and the first one we captured on camera.sparklet: national aquarium
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Most of sparklet’s photos are only available to her friends and family contacts on Flickr. If you aren’t a contact and would like to be, add sparklet as a contact here, and we’ll reciprocate asap.last photo in new york
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We’re on the train back to the District, and i’ve got a couple random thoughts clattering around my head:- New York is about as kid friendly as they come — Outside of the obvious fears about wandering off and getting hit by a Taxi the city was great. People on the sidewalk gave a friendly smile, cabbies were super patient, and waiters and hotel staff bended over backwards.
- The Affinia Dumont was terriffic — We stayed at a $200/night hotel at with more square footage than most DC hotels, and it came with two beds and a kitchen. Totally clean, modern. Great staff, serviceable bar — what more could you ask for?
- Avoid the touristy stuff, or go at off hours — We had more fun in our neighborhood (Murray Hill/Grammercy Park) than we did the area around Times Square. We enjoyed the Bryant Park tree (with 12 locals) more than Rockefeller Center (with 2.6 million people from New Jersey.
- Kids are trainable — In 12 hours, Sparklet had figured out that she needed to stay a little closer to mommy and daddy than usual, and that we’d lose our gourds if she didn’t. Of course, she also figured out that we really WANTED to buy her something in each toy store we visited, and was all too happy to help pick stuff out.
- i need skates and ice skating lessons — i spent over two hours at two different skating rinks this weekend, and didn’t step on to the ice. of course, my biggest problem is the size of my feet (size 14 or 15 shoes), but followed closely behind by a complete lack of coordination on slippery surfaces. i’ve got to find a way to make this work.
- iPads are awesome, terrible things — We did 2 two-plus hour train rides, and between the books, toys and iPad, the only time she complained was when her kiddie headphones fell off her ears. I really don’t know if I’m happy or sad about this, but it works regardless of my vague uneasiness.
I really do love this town — especially at Christmas — but I’m a little nervous we won’t be back for a while.
The second baby (“thing two”) fundamentally shifts us towards a zone defense, and so the next big vacation might be in more of a structured environment — which is probably code for either a cruise, a theme park, or a large national park with all its pointy rocks wrapped in foam rubber.
Pretty sure giving into the need for structure isn’t a good thing, but could just be part of growing up. Or, at the least, settling. Or, at least, refusing to give in an buy a leash.
eats: murray hill diner
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breakfast at murray hill diner, lexington avenue and 33rd street, new york, new york.eats: brasserie les halles
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i’m slightly embarrassed to say that i’m becoming a bit of an Anthony Bourdain fan-boy.i’ve read several of his books (including his best known, Kitchen Confidential), his travel channel show “no reservations” is the only food show that i watch with any regularity, and we’ve just gotten hooked on his new show, “the layover”.
not sure exactly where the allure has come from, but he’s my kind of chef — his food is relatively simple fare, and he is a chef from a time before Martha Stewart and Williams Sonoma conspired to ruin the public’s notion of the equipment required to cook and consume food “properly.”
and he doesn’t say the word “bam!” after adding each ingredient.
so, it was with GREAT trepidation that i booked a table for two at his Park Avenue eatery, Brasserie Les Halles. i was scared to death that it would suck, that it would be as charming as a Las Vegas themed mega-restaurant, and that i would be outed as a fan-boy to boot.
i had no reason for the fear or the loathing — the food was outstanding, down to the smallest touches.
we had to push the bread to the opposite side of the table, so we wouldn’t ruin dinner. the mussels had a sauce (Portuguese) that quickly caused us to break out the bread again in reckless disregard for the swelling of our stomachs. we had so many “okay, this is the last frite and i mean it” that we lost count.
and all that was before dinner arrived.
i had a plate of pork big enough to make a man weep — smoked pork loin, veal sausage, frankfurter, smoked bacon, boiled potatoes and sauerkraut. i don’t even like pork loin, and it was easily the best thing i’ve eaten in 10 years.
it was legitimately outstanding, regardless of the reality television flashbacks.
don’t get me wrong, we had our bits of celebrity worship — we were waited on by veteran waiter tim, we saw the back of long-time owner Philippe Lajaunie’s head, and executive chef Carlos Llaguno was behind the glass when we peaked through the kitchen window.
the best bit was the restaurant itself was as unassuming as any you’ll find. if it seats 120 people, it’s not by much. decor doesn’t look like its been updated in 50 years. the floor was stuffed mostly by locals, or at least tourists who knew how to blend in. when we asked for a quiet table to celebrate our anniversary, we got (easily) the best table in the restaurant.
and, the whole thing — two glasses of wine, one double sized appetizer, two entrees, two deserts, two coffees — was $120. i’ve paid twice as much in D.C., for half the meal.
my existence as an anthony bourdain fan-boy continues on, unabated. a simple, dirty pleasure in a complex world of food and reality television.
and i feel great.
out: rockefeller center, take two
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for the record, last night’s trip to rockefeller center didn’t go all that well.granted, we saw the tree — but it was so packed that the cab had to let us off three blocks away. pedestrians we’re walking down the center of 49th, because there was no room on the sidewalks, and cars couldn’t make it through the crosswalks anyway.
turns out sunday mornings at 8:00 am are a little different.
we could have bowled down 6th ave, and hit neither person nor automobile. we actually got to see the tree, and could have skated if one of us wasn’t either pregnant, or horribly unskilled, or two years old.
oh, and the fact that it was 24 #$%@ing degress out probably helped, too.
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out: rockefeller center, take twotravel: new york, new york
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we’re on our way to new york city.it’s our first family vacation since exactly a year ago, when we were in Costa Rica for a friends wedding. We haven’t been in new york together, in an even longer time — not since five and half years ago when we got engaged.
it’s also sparklet’s first train ride, which is great timing considering her recent obsession with all things choo-choo. speaking of obsessions:
- she’s counting to five now — english and spanish. she needs props (nuts, crayons, figurines) but counts them off completely un-prompted.
- she’s half potty trained now — about four days ago, mommy sat her down and told her that she’d get gummi bears for each time she uses the potty. within the first 2 hours, she had gone thrice, and it’s been mostly dry diapers ever since.
- her vocabulary is growing — she’s definately in the identification phase, where she has to call out the make and color of every object she sees. Cute, but a bit of a liability when you’re hurtling down the highway and she’s screaming at you for each car, bus and taxi she sees.
we’ll be here through Tuesday — my family used to come up to new york every winter for years and years, to see the decorations and the store windows, and we’ll be doing just about the same thing.
it’ll be good.
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travel: new york, new yorktrip #8: newark, new jersey
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i’m in suburban new jersey, wearing a tie and shiny shirt, driving a rental car, and carrying an oversized briefcase stuffed with paper.it’s official — i’m “that guy.”
sparklet: photobooth
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sparklet has discovered the photo booth app on the lady sparklers iPad.As a result, instead of it being filled up with screenshots of muppets, the iPad is now filled with shots of sparklet staring at the iPad’s screen.
307 times over.
Most of sparklet’s photos are only available to her friends and family contacts on Flickr. If you aren’t a contact and would like to be, add sparklet as a contact here, and we’ll reciprocate asap.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
photoboothholiday cartoon extravanza
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If i have a “thing” over the holidays, it’s our annual holiday cartoon extravaganza.Each year we throw a party withe free food, free alcohol, and all the holiday specials you can stomach. In exchange, you just have to bring a plate of whatever Christmas treat you’re making for friends and family this year.
2011 is the fifth year that the lady sparkler and I have done it, but the tradition actually goes much, much farther back.
When I was at the college of William and Mary, the students of the theater department threw a party each year called “the grinch” — which ended the night with a showing of the dr. Seuss animated special during which you were expected to drink each time the word “who” was sung or said.
Every who down in whoville liked Christmas a lot.
But the grinch who lived just north of whoville did not.For the record, there are 39 uses of “who” but that ignores homonyms like “hoo” but also the songs and choruses, like:
Fah who for-aze, dah who dor-aze, welcome Christmas, Christmas day…
needless to say the winner was whomever was still standing after the first commercial, which was pretty much limited to the people who weren’t playing along.
Over the years, the format of our party has changed, but we’ve developed a couple rules:
- pick no special that lasts more than half an hour, and that includes rudolph which is remembered more fondly that it was ever experienced.
- pick no special based on the gifts of the magi, beit ernie selling his rubber ducky to buy Bert a box for his paper clip collection or emmitt otter’s jug band christmas –you will cry, and it kills the mood.
- the star wars holiday special isn’t so bad it’s good — it’s so bad it’s horrible, and it will clear the room.
and, we still close the night with the grinch in honor of our holiday party ancestors — long may their livers live.
sparklet: family
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sparklet: familyfirsts: big girl bed
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sparklet’s first night in a big girl bed went about how we expected — two hours of unbridled excitement at her new bed followed by a period of shear “wait, you expect me to sleep in this thing” terror.mommy had to sing about 20 minutes of twinkle, twinkle after the lights went out — a shockingly long time considering her current repulation for the easy manner with which she goes to sleep.
of course, we’re spinning this as a “present” for sparklet, but in the end she’s got to get out of the crib because thing two is going to need a place to sleep in the spring.
UPDATE: the following night it was back to normal, with a quick hop into the new bed and snoozing just 5 minutes later.
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big girl bedbelated birthday
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sparklet birthday present from us came 6 weeks late. we’re at ikea buying her a big girl bed (present #1) and she picked out a giant stuffed elephant to match (present #2) — it’s all better late than never.breakfast
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there is something profoundly comfortable about going back home and sitting at the table while your father makes breakfast.movie night
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mommy’s out of town so it’s time for movie nights #2 and #3 — rio on friday, and the jungle book on saturday.sparklet made it through the first one okay, but found the latter a bit dull — at least until the bears and the monkeys started singing and dancing, at which point the jungle book became the greatest movie ever.
elmo’s monster maker
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sparklet has a new ipad app, and a new found southern accent.the new app is “elmo’s monster maker” which lets her pick a muppet and then add custom eyes, noses, and hats. you can also have elmo come out and take a virtual snapshot of your monster, and our ipad photo gallery now has 200 pictures of monsters in various states of creation.
the funny part actually comes from sparklet’s new pronunciation of the word ipad by saying “i-pay-yad” — like the 65 year old southern lady that she is.
i wish i was making this stuff up.
transoms & chimneys
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turns out climate control in a 97 year old house is a bit of a challenge.who knew.
it’s that time of year finally, and we’ve started to do the things i sincerely hope to be doing in this backyard each October for the rest of my life — pulling in the porch furniture, turning off the outside spigots, and firing up the radiators.
the boiler that feeds the radiator turned out to be a bit of a problem — it’s 40+ years old, and seems to be throwing a lot more heat back into the unfinished basement than it’s putting up the pipe to the main living areas. when we called a chimney person to investigate, it turned out that the chimney has collapsed, so the heat just has no where to go.
needless to say we’re getting that fixed. actually, we’re probably just going to replace the 40+ year old boiler while we’re at it.
in other news, sparklet’s room has become a bit of an ice box — which is (mostly) as we expected. it’s on the north side of the house (so gets very little sun) and has a door, a window and a transom — all of which are 97 years old and all seemingly more proficient at escorting the outside in than keeping it out where it belongs.
so, i spent last weekend opening up the transom windows to let some hot air circulate between the rooms. of course, i was doing this with a chisel, a mask and a hepa-rated vacuum cleaner just in case our 97 year old paint had some heavy, metalic surprises inside.
regardless, i think we’re all setup for the winter on Monroe Street — the first of many, i hope.
stupid human tricks
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holy moses, sparklet is growing up quick.i’m going total “my kid is awesomer than your kid” dad now, but i’ve got about ten stories that i just couldn’t have imagine i’d be telling two months ago.- the garbage man — given the lack of sirens on our new block, sparklet has turned her dulcet affections to the garbage men. each Thursday and Friday morning when she hears the truck, she runs out onto her balcony (which faces the alley out back) and yells out to the garbage man, who wave at her and shout back.
- random hugs — after two years of being the least cuddly baby on earth, sparklet has started giving mommy and i random hugs. even better? the lady sparkler was out of town five of the last seven days, and i only got one “where’s mommy” whine while she was gone.
- refrigerator trained — much to mommy and my amusement, last weekend we saw sparklet walk over to the refrigerator, open the door, get out a yogurt, close the door, open a drawer, get out a bib, close the drawer, open another cabinet, get out a spoon, close the cabinet, walk over to the table, pull out her chair, climb up her chair, sit down, put on her bib, peel off the yogurt top, lick the yogurt top, and start eating the yogurt with her spoon — all without even looking in our direction. serious, what the heck?
- sockpuppets — speaking of “what the heck,” sparklet has started taking off her socks in the car, putting them on her hands, and acting out puppet shows. quick reminder, she’s two years old.
- baby gates — speaking of “what the heck” (part 2), sparklet can now open the locked baby gate at the top of the stairs, go through, turn around, and lock the gate behind her, and continue down the stairs unimpeded.
- baby sleeping — speaking of “what the heck” (part 3), a few days ago i hear a loud bang, followed by sparklet’s door slamming closed, and then sparklet starting to walk down the stairs by herself (we’ve given up — see “baby gates” above). when i went to scold her anyway, she shushed me that her doll baby was upstairs trying to sleep. she then went down to the living room couch, picked up her other doll baby, walked back up the stairs, opened the door to her bedroom, threw her baby up and into the crib (that was the first loud bang, btw) slammed the door closed, and shushed me again.
- photography — after sparklet’s strong artistic burst of photography out of the gate, she now refuses to take a picture of anything other than herself (see above). i’ve got 400 pictures on the point and shoot camera, and 300+ of them are of sparklet’s forehead, stomach or feet.
- animal noises — her vocabulary still isn’t that great but with utterly no warning she has started to scream out animal noises. my favorite has to be the monkey sound she makes when we read the snail and the whale but we’ve got a full range of options — horses, cows, sheep, goats and dogs.
- speaking of dogs — she hasn’t quite picked up the name of my parents dogs (“toby”) so she just pants twice whenever she is thinking about him.
- speaking of not talking — yesterday, she finally strung together what can be arguably considered her first sentence — with a noun, verb and object: “i get ipad now.”
awesome.
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self portraitswindsor knot
the knot that got me my job — or not.i don’t have a very deep wardrobe as far as ties are concerned, so when i found out i was flying up to boston to interview with a public relations firm i did what any reasonable man would do:
i grabbed my (female) friend from the cubical next door and went to macy’s.
shirt, tie. got a jacket later (finene’s basement, much cheaper). honestly, i looked pretty good. but, when i got up to boston for my interview, i had actually had to look up how to tie a tie in the current corporate environment.
for all intents and purposes, the last time i tied a tie was in 2004 and it was one of those skinny little quarter knots that were “in” back then — not the big chunky knots that people are rolling with today. something as fat as a windsor knot a decade ago would have triggered some sort of “the 70’s called, they’d like their tie back” reference.
so i downloaded the above photo on my phone in the bathroom of the starbucks on the corner of berkeley and boyleston, locked the door, and spent ten minutes figuring it out. (fwiw, there was a line when i came out.)
obviously, everything when fine at the interview but during the course of the meeting i got mocked — mocked? yeah, let’s go with mocked — by the CEO for wearing a tie to the interview.
… and it’s been a thing ever since.
over the next 8 weeks, pretty much every email thread i had with the man with the name on the door included some reference to that tie.
now, the additional layer of “funny” on this topic is that my dress for the interview serious deliberation at the recruitment firm behind my hiring (i was headhunted at a conference i spoke at, and ironically it was such a poorly run conference i had vowed to never speak at it again).
even the head of the recruitment firm chimmed in, but after about 20 minutes of deliberations but it was finally decided that i could “get away” without a tie, but it would be a risk because “boston is much more conservative than D.C.”
turned out that may not have been the case.
cooking: garlic pumpkin seeds
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the photo is from last year, but the recipe has become an annual tradition. in fact, the lady sparkler just said that she wanted to go out and buy another round of pumpkins just for the seeds.Ingredients (per cup of pumpkin seeds)
- 1 Tablespoon Canola Oil
- 1/2 Teaspoon Salt
- 1/2 Teaspoon Garlic Powder
Instructions
- Preheat oven to 300 degrees.
- Thoroughly wash the pumkin seeds.
- Cover seeds with oil, mix well.
- Spread oiled seeds in a single layer onto ungreased cookie sheet.
- Sprinkle desired amount of salt and garlic on seeds.
- Place cookie sheet in preheated oven until dry and browned, usually 45 to 55 minutes. Stir and shake in 10 minute intervals to prevent clumping and burning.
artistic explosion, part 2
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so, whatever i said before about sparklet going through an artistic explosion was a lie.sparklet’s virginia grandparents got her an easel of her birthday, and there is now nary a spot available on our once-orange dining room walls. and the refrigerator called, it would like it’s door back.
end of summer
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it’s officially the end of summer.we grilled one last time before cleaning and covering, winterized the house, did one last round of gardening, emptied the (we-waited-so-long-the-leaves-are-rotting) basil plants, and put stuff away.
next up is inside — it’s 60 degrees out, and we can already feel the drafts through our 97 year old windows.
artwork: painting explosion
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sparklet has been going through a burst of painting activity lately — dare i say a renaissance?apparently our nanny-share partner (el español caliente) is still on two naps a day, which means that sparket and The Nanny have a dedicated hour and a half for arts and crafts each morning.
our refrigerator is begging for mercy.
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artwork: painting explosioncoin
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maybe sparklet CAN be saved.groomsmaid is in town today with her son, and we spent the day at the natural history museum with her and her family.
on the ground floor, they have one of those penny mashing machines which (for some reason) got sparklet super excited. so, we dug around in our pockets for the $1.01 needed to feed the machine, and let sparklet crank out a spider.
son of groomsmaid saw what she had done, and walked over to her pretty excited himself — she looked at him, looked at the penny in her hand, and gave it to him — then skipped off across the lobby.
maybe we’re finally getting away from demanding restraining orders on her playmates for daring to touch her toys…
pregnant — not fat
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yup, she’s pregnant.no, not sparklet — that’d be mommy, with the belly sticking out behind her. we’re about 13 weeks in and, if we’re honest, we haven’t been able to hide the baby in mommy’s belly since about week eight.
sparklet doesn’t have a clue what’s in store for her quite yet, and each time mommy tries to explain the baby bump, sparklet lifts up her dress to show us that she’s got a belly, too.
here’s the pregnancy so far:
- we’re due in the first half of April, which conveniently puts it right on top of my birthday.
- pregnancy always seems to come with a to-do list.
- we have a sonogram. actually, we have two.
- who’s that pregnant lady looming behind those kids at the smithsonian?
obviously, it’s still a bit early for a gender — that’ll come in about a month, assuming God doesn’t smite my wife for insisting that she already knows it’s going to be a girl.
sleepin’
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sparklet woke up from her nap today and played quietly in her bed for a few minutes.and by “play quietly” i mean she stripped down naked, took off her diaper, put all of her stuffed animals to sleep using her clothes (and diaper) as bed sheets, and then used HER bedsheet as their blanket.
i wish i was making this stuff up.
edgar and emily: caterwauling
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one more edgar/emily story, and then i’m done.fast forward a couple of years from the last story, after the “previous administration” and i had moved up to savage, maryland (2000?) and into a little three bedroom house across from the historic Savage Mill.
we known since day one that Edgar had a rather robust set of vocal chords, and had a constant struggle trying to get him to shut the heck up. (Emily, for some reason another, was as quiet as her brother was annoying.)
shortly after we moved into the new place, the problem escalated to the point that he was waking us up at 2am every morning — just parked outside the bedroom door, caterwauling in what was obviously an attempt to raise the dead.
after about of month, we finally got fed up and talked to the vet out of sheer exasperation. she calmed us down, and recommended we get a spray bottle, fill it up with water, and put it by the door. each time Edgar caterwauled, we were to open up the door, give him a squirt or two in the face, and firmly say: “No.”
she said within a week or so, Edgar would learn.
that very night, i woke up at 2am to Edgar caterwauling — i grabbed the bottle, i opened the door, i gave him a squirt, and told him “no.” the next night, i did the same. and the next night. and the next. two weeks later, i was still getting up, still opening the door, and still hosing down the cat. (NOTE: my way of saying “no” may have become more crass as the days turned into weeks.)
by the third week, i had developed insomnia (wonder why?) and was up working on the computer in the front room when the 2am caterwauling began. caught completely off guard, i ran towards the bedroom just in time to see …
… Emily caterwauling …
… the bedroom door handle turning, Emily running off, the door opening, and finally Edgar getting hosed down with the spray bottle for the 21st consecutive night.
It had been Emily all the time.
Interesting to note that Emily was smart enough to run away when the door started to open, and Edgar was stupid enough to sit there and get hosed down each night. He probably though we were giving him a bath.
The next night we started sleeping with the bedroom door open, with Emily asleep (soundly, quietly) under the foot of the bed.
emily and edgar: homecoming
you’ll forgive me but after all of yesterday’s drama and moroseness, i have to blog out one of my two favorite Emily the Cat stories — and i promise they are happy/funny.back in 1998, when i was living with the “previous administration” in bethesda, maryland. (it’s stunning to me that i’ve gone 1,480 posts and never mentioned that someone existed before the lady sparkler, but stick with me.)
we had been talking for some time about getting a cat or two, and over the next couple of weekends we hit just about every animal shelter adoption between here west virginia.
finally, at a petco out in fairfax, we were looking through the temporary kennels from the local shelter when we stumbled upon an enormous, beautiful, jet black cat — all you could see was two stunning yellow eyes peering out of the back of the cage.
i stopped and watched a bit, partly because the cat was so enormous, but mostly because the cage was dark enough that i was having a hard time making out what was shadow and what was cat.
finally, as my eyes adjusted, i started to notice that the rather large, black cat’s hindquarters were moving — and moving quite independently from his front half. i called “previous administration” over to show her, and by the time she made it over the back half of the cat was shaking violently up and down.
after a few seconds of increasingly bizarre movement from the black cat, a second set of yellow eyes appeared from underneath the black cat’s bottom.
turns out there was a another cat in that kennel, and the second cat was so freaked out by the attention that she was literally crawling under the black cat looking for a place to hide.
that was Emily. the black cat was her brother, Edgar. they both came home with us that night.
emily the cat
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after 14 long years, Emily the Cat has passed away.when i got home from work, sparklet and i spent about 45 minutes searching the house for Emily. after calling and getting assurance from mommy that Emily was around this morning when she left for work, we sorta gave up and sat down on the couch in the basement.
… when we noticed her tail peeking out from under the couch.
within seconds it was pretty obvious that Emily was no longer with us, but we still had that time-speeds-up-so-much-it-slows-down period that seems to happen when you’re operating outside of yourself.
within a couple of seconds, the couch was jacked up onto a milk crate, Emily was in the carrier, sparklet had both shoes and a stack of empty carbohydrates for dinner, mommy was on the way to the vet, and we were away in the car. everything, and everyone, was strangely calm.
a couple of uncomfortable songs later — i remember sarah harmer’s capsized, and kathleen edwards’ 12 bellevieu — we were out front of the vet, mommy was pulling the cat carrier out of the back, and i was rushing off to park the car in the closest illegal-but-not-dangerous spot i could find.
by the time i brought sparklet inside, i could see it on mommy’s face that this trip to the vet wasn’t going to have a particularly happy ending — at least not for us.
we actually thought we were going to lose Emily back in 2006 — at one point during that ordeal we were told she wasn’t going to make it through the night. fortunately she did, and it made the last five years kind of like “bonus” time.
she had been on the same medication, twice a day, ever since — tapizol, prednizone, flagyll, vitamin B shots — so we had a daily dose of “it could happen at any time” to remind us of how luck we were to still have her.
now, Emily wasn’t exactly the friendliest of cats. some of our friends had no clue we had a cat until they had come over the twelfth or thirteenth time. even when she had warmed up to you, she would only let you pet her with one hand — the minute the second one came out (to pick her up) she was gone under the closest bed, couch or table.
we couldn’t tell if she was getting better with people — or just getting old — but she started showing up a bit more once the baby started moving around. sparklet would insist on kissing Emily on the top of her head several times a day, and at first you could see her recoil in horror, but after a few months she finally gave in and stopped trying to run away.
(sparklet held my hand the whole way from home to the vet — something just as out of character for her as taking kisses from babies was for Emily.)
the Emily that i will remember the most is the cat that would come out when the house had finally settled down to a managable din. in the thirteen years we had together, across six houses in three states, you could always count on her to come jumping up on the couch to say goodnight once everyone else had gone to sleep.
goodnight, Emily.
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I originally posted this, and thought nothing of the photos. Then i looked again at the picture of the lady sparkler, and decided it better come back down until her pregnancy is officially out of the closet.It’s getting a little obvious, at this point.
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smithsonian natural/american history museums, washington, dccousins
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the vermont parkers are in town this weekend, for a heavy weekend of cousin bonding — and for their first real trip to D.C. since sparklet was in the breadloaf stage. she should be a much more interesting companion this time around.sonogram, #2
i missed the first sonogram, so i’m glad i was there for the second. i’m almost convinced this whole thing is actually happening now. mostly.out: storytime at the library
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i’ve never been to storytime at the library, but it seems like a toddlin’ place, and the nanny, sparket, and el español caliente come here every tuesday morning.(it helps that the library is three blocks from our house.)
i’ve heard rumors, but can neither confirm nor deny, that sparklet’s favorite activity is banging on the computers — which, ironically, is exactly the same reason why it’s taken me over 10 minutes to write this post.
she’s really good with the backspace key.
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out: storytime at the librarysparklet: neighborhood, pt 2
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sparklet: neighborhood, pt 2sparklet: williamsburg, va
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sparklet can’t say the word “toby” so instead of saying anything she just pants. and, to top that off, she spent the whole weekend throwing balls at the dog and yelling, “goal!”Most of sparklet’s photos are only available to her friends and family contacts on Flickr. If you aren’t a contact and would like to be, add sparklet as a contact here, and we’ll reciprocate asap.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
sparklet: williamsburg, vasparklet: neighborhood
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sparklet: neighborhoodsparklet: self-portraits
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sparklet: self-portraitssparklet: first photos
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sparklet has really figured out the camera, now.as in, she’s taken over 150 photos in three days.
in a vain attempt to keep her from overwhelming my flickr photostream, we’ve set her up with her own. for now, we’ve set her account so that her photos are only viewable by her “approved” contacts on Flickr.
we’d love for her loyal readers (all four of you) to see the photos, so don’t hesitate to ask. just log-on to Flickr (using a Yahoo! id) and add sparklet as one of your contacts and we’ll reciprocate asap …
… assuming your Flickr username isn’t “Pedobear24765” or the like.
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sparklet’s first photos9/11
it’s been ten years, and i’m sure i’ve already forgotten a lot of how that day went.i was working for a small online political consulting firm at the time, the carol | trevelyan strategy group. i had left my job on capitol hill (for cong. bernie sanders, i-vt) maybe nine months before, but was consulting for a number of congressional offices, so was still back on the hill quite a bit.
and while i worked in dc, our offices were at the foot of adams morgan (18th and U) so quite a bit away from downtown.
our political director, the only one on staff with a television in her office, was the first to spread the news. we all crowded around her television hoping that it was just a small plan that had made a tragic turn, but most of us knew it was something else.
shortly after the second plane hit, the group broke up and started bracing for the worst.
a lot of people forget that, in the immediate aftermath of the towers, there were reports of a whole host of other attacks in DC — the mall was on fire, there was a bombing at the state department, the metro was considered unsafe, the supreme court was evacuated for national security reasons, and the pentagon was hit by a third plane.
of course, the last was the only one that turned out to be true.
while all this was happening, i was a pretty long way from home — i lived about 45 minutes north in a sleepy little town called Savage, Maryland. with the metro supposedly out of commission, and the knowledge that it doesn’t go all the way out to Savage anyway, there wasn’t a lot i could do other than stay put — what they would later deem to be “harbouring in place.”
we also had vague notions of a dirty bomb, in which case the staying north and west of downtown was a good idea — and that’s exactly where i was. the trains home all went down into the city (south and east, two blocks from the Capitol building) so that was absolutely the wrong direction to be evacuating.
i honestly have no idea what i did for the next five hours. i certainly didn’t watch the news (i knew enough to know that i didn’t want to know any more) so i suppose i must have done something that approximated work.
around 2pm a co-worker of mine who live out in Annapolis offered me a ride home. the city had quieted down, and the streets were completely deserted. i took her up on the offer.
my most vivid recollection of 9/11 is actually that ride home. we drove out Route 50 (probably the main route north from downtown) and the entire road was deserted. we probably saw one other car every few minutes, during a period we normally would have seen a couple hundred.
when i finally heard that a plane went down in shanksville, pa there was little doubt in mind where it had been going, and only nine months removed from working on the Hill, i was profoundly grateful when the stories came out about the passengers and crew.
now that the flight 93 memorial has opened, we’ll be making the drive out there to thank them in person.
firsts: 20 words
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it took us 20 months, but i’m going to make it official — sparklet has twenty whole words in her vocabulary.
her comprehension, in english and spanish, remains through the roof. she is following multiple part commands, and even showing some signs of responding to reason.
all in all — i’ll take it.
- up
- yup/yeah
- dada
- uh-oh
- mama
- poppa
- hi
- juice
- bus
- baba (bottle)
- sit
- mas (more)
- aqua (water)
- allá (there)
- gato (cat)
- elephant (?!?)
- i go/they go
- me do
- my turn
- i get
and, you notice what word is not on the list — “no.”
sirens
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if sparklet has missed anything about our old place on park road, it’s the complete lack of fire and police sirens at the new place.before, we were on one of the main east/west routes for emergency traffic — and now we only see sirens if something is happening on our specific block (and it’s a quiet block).
about a week after we moved in, someone half a block over caught his grill on fire, which led to sparklet busting out the front door and running up and down the porch until i agreed to walk her down to see the commotion up close.
there’s been nothing sense, sans an occasional driveby while we’re walking around the neighborhood — regardless of how much sparklet makes the “more” when she hears something pass in the distance.
flag of honor
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one of the best kept secrets of capitol hill is that you can get an actual American flag (not the “patriotic banners” Walmart sells now to skirt the flag laws) flown over the Capitol for really reasonable prices.while we’ve been flying the District flag and the Great Flag of the Republic from our porch for a couple of months now, on national holidays it’s growing increasingly hard to fly a non-American flag without betraying our separatist leanings.
so, after another awkward holiday (July 4th, featuring our Texas flag) we finally ordered an American flag, and did so in honor of my grandfather, grant “poppa” roberts.
it seemed an appropriate thing to do considering he is the only man i know who flew an American flag from his porch each day for the last couple of decades — right up until he moved into assisted care a month or so ago.
and, besides getting a reasonably priced flag to fly, we also got a nice little certificate from the Architect of the Capitol:
The is to certify that the accompanying flag was flown over the United States Capitol. At the request of the Honorable Eleanor Holmes Norton, Member of Congress, this flag was flown for Kate Elisabeth Parker, in honor of Grant “Poppa” Roberts.
long may it wave.
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we’re only eight weeks in, and people are starting to pick up on the imminent arrival of “thing two.”the lady sparkler is also starting to complain that her belly is noticeably getting in the way now (bending over, hugging people). neither are good indicator for my sanity over the next four weeks until we can tell people.
for my part, i’m just keeping my head down and not making eye contact — i nearly ruined it all the last time, so this time my mouth is staying shut even in the face of the proverbial wild horses.
hurricane irene
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fortunately, no damage to speak of.we got about 10 hours of sustained winds but we kept power the whole time, and it looks like we are the only part of my side of the family (virginia, new hampshire, maine, vermont) who are going to be able to say that.
for our part, we were cautiously optimistic — not only did the hurricane stay farther east than we had thought, but our neighbor told us that this part of mount pleasant hasn’t lost power in the last decade or two.
turns out most of our electrical infrastructure (plant, substations, wires) are all buried, meaning something pretty spectacular has to happen for us to lose power.
feeling pretty blessed right now.
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hurricane irene, washington, dcout: bethesda place, maryland
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we did most of hurricane preparation last night when we moved all the yard furniture/equipment into the thankfully-tenantless basement.fortunately, doing the work last night left nothing for this morning besides meeting the talimo’s for a pancake breakfast and then meeting everyone back at our place for a round of bloody marys.
in the interest of full disclosure, we did far-and-away the most work of any of our neighbors, who did little more than bring their garbage cans up out of the alley. (the only hole in our preparation was not having enough rum to make hurricanes, but that’s something i will happily remedy for next time.)
not sure which of us is smarter, us for bringing everything inside or our neighbors for not bothering — but at least i know that i won’t have anything to go outside for in the next 18 hours.
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one letter off the wall, one photo slightly askew — not exactly something to write home about, but certainly a good deal more severe than the last one.i was actually in new york for work, so missed most of the excitement. what i got was a strange surge of vertigo (i was on the 18th floor) and didn’t realize it was an earthquake until my knees started bouncing half a beat later.
the lady sparkler had it the worst, being forced to walk the mile and a half home because the District (as expected) lost it’s collective minds.
most buildings downtown were evacuated, traffic was at a standstill which put a kaibosh on the bus, and the metro ground to a halt under unprecedented ridership and speed restrictions through the whole system.
unfortunately, none of this is terribly surprising. given how badly we handle snowstorms, i expected the District would see roving packs of bureaucrats in ripped suites — with bandanas made from yesterday’s ties — ransacking local stores for water, plastic sheeting and duct tape.
sparklet, for her part, was walking down the street and didn’t seem to have a problem with the quake itself, but more the fact that each and every front door within view immediately popped open and all at once people started flooding the/her street.
so, what’s next — a hurricane?
out: georgetown waterfront
sparklet and i have been disappearing for longer periods of time lately, so mommy can incubate thing two in peace. (btw, “incubate” is code for “take a three hour nap”).this morning we went down to the georgetown waterfront, which seemed appropriate as it was where sparklet and i went on our first day of paternity leave together and also the place where she first started locomoting in public.
never has the old cliche seemed more appropriate — the more that things change, the more you wonder where the heck the last 12 months went. or something like that.
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out: georgetown waterfrontnesting, pt 2
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it’s not a pregnancy with out a really long list of things i have to do around the house.with my new found salary, we’d already started ticking off a couple of items on our long term wish list — installed a water filter next to the kitchen sink, some cosmetic stuff in our bathrooms, and patched up some outstanding items from our home inspection (including some reinforcing some joists under the porch, and blowing more insulation into the attic).
the big update, however, has been installing a murphy bed in the basement, which instead of being a rental unit we now expect will now play host to a steady stream of family over the next couple of
yearsdecades.the bed is just fantastic — it’s built like a tank, and takes an honest-to-God real, queen-sized, 12″ thick pillow-top mattress, which i’m seriously considering putting on the bed upstairs and dumping our old mattress on our guests downstairs (i kid, i kid).
i’m not exactly sure what else is going to be added to the list, but not to worry — the lady sparkler has only been pregnant for six weeks, so she hasn’t really had time to get creative.
gardening
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the gardening we did at the beginning of june is starting to bear fruit — and quite literally.sparklet picked her first tomatoes (and ate them immediately) and we’ve been using fresh basil in our cooking for the last month or so.
agriculture thrives in the heart of the District.
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gardeningfirsts: sparklet’s taking photos
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sparklet’s figured out how to use the camera, or at least how to push the button when someone else aims.something tells me that payback (for the 10,000 pictures i’ve taken of her) is going to be a #$%!&.
firsts: movie night with daddy
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mommy is out of town for work, so sparklet and i did what all good father/daughters do — we put our feet on the couch, threw in (her very first) movie, drank heavily, vegged out on the couch, ate macaroni and cheese straight out of the mixing bowl, and stayed up past our bedtimes.that’ll teach mommy.
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the long transition to our new nanny-share family is drawing to a close. el español picante starts on Monday, and so we’ve had a week’s worth of goodbyes between the baby and the nanny. sparklet’s been mum on the whole thing, but my money is that she’s ready to start using her lady charms on the steamy spaniard.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
goodbye, reinitaout: family day
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more random kids in the nanny’s photography, but these we actually recognize — a grandson, some nieces, and 22-month old sparklet that looks bigger than them all.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
out: family daythe great glen echo park meltdown of 2011
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i’ve got no clue what happened, but apparently sparklet doesn’t like carousels.and i honestly couldn’t have been more surprised if elvis and a martian walked up to me this afternoon, slapped me in the face, and demanded to be taken to see President Bachmann.
the lady sparkler, aunt melissa and sparklet boarded the old carousel at Glen Echo park, but sparklet started bawling and demanded to be taken off. mommy handed her to me over the railing around the ride, and then got back on — which, to put it mildly, turned out to be the wrong choice.
this coming from the girl who loves anything that involves loud music, bright lights, and being hung upside down by her ankles. even so, it looks like we might need to give it another couple of months.
thing two
the lady sparkler thinks she’s pregnant.for my part, I’m guessing it’s true because (a) our grocery bill has doubled during the last five weeks, and (b) i’m increasingly finding myself alone on the couch after the oh-so-late hour of 9 pm.
of course the interesting twist is that while we had been toying with the notion of “trying” for a couple of months, all that came to a screeching halt six weeks ago when i changed jobs — but somehow the pregnancy fairy found us anyway.
still, despite our occasional thoughts regarding immaculate conception (and my suspicious leers towards the milkman) we’re obviously over the moon — and ridiculously thankful that the nanny has sparklet well on the path towards being potty trained.
yay 🙂
anthony bourdain on d.c.
just saw anthony bourdain’s treatment on the District, and it’s pretty spot on for someone who hasn’t spent much time here — especially his closing bit on how badly the city is misunderstood by outsiders:D.C. is not just a city of dead presidents and cold marble monuments.
The people we see working here on our television screens, in the halls of power, in the plush seats of Sunday morning punditry, often have as little to do with the city itself, and the people who actually live here, as any creature from another universe.
This is a city filled with actual living, breathing, eating Americans. Not vessels for one ideology or another, or empty suits with empty ideas. They have hard lives, hard struggles and have taken long roads to get here.
Maybe at the end of the day a delicious bite, a laugh, a warm welcome from somebody you didn’t know before, is as much as we can reasonably hope for.
Maybe our kids will get it right.
Maybe.
dolls
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dolls are starting to follow us everywhere.sparklet puts diapers on them. walks them in their strollers. puts them down for naps. pretends to feed them. makes them watch plaza sesamo when she’s tired and just can’t deal anymore — you know, the works.
photos: headshots
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i’m on my third proposal at work, and i had forgotten that you need headshots and bios for this sort of thing.so i had to break out the camera this morning, perch it on a file cabinet or two, and take pretentious, thoroughly awkward headshots of myself posing like an idiot.
not exactly my favorite part of the first week, needless to say.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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her favorite book right now is a russian-english dictionary.seriously, at least twice a day she takes it off the shelf and flips through it, along with “My Life as a Furry Red Monster” the autobiography of the puppeteer behind Elmo. the latter has a big picture of Elmo on the cover, and you can almost see sparklet thinking each time:
“i know the book will have pictures THIS time — they’ve got to be in here somewhere.”
blackberry
I’ve changed phones, again — temporarily.With my new gig, I’ve been issued a Blackberry Bold — a newish model Bb with most the bells and whistles, but a step below the fancy-pants, big/touch screen models you see being pushed on TV.
so, I’ve packed away my Android and I’m going cold turkey for a month to see what having a Bb is really like. (trying to keep my personal phone going while i learn a new platform is just a recipe for frustration.)
I’ve actually never had a Bb before, which in itself is amazing. I had an iPhone for two years, and then the HTC Incredible. Bb’s were just becoming a thing when I left the Hill, but at that point only the Members and Chief of Staffs had them — unlike now, where they give them out like candy.
No reason to panic if you’re trying to reach me — I’ve already forwarded my old phone number, all the texts that may come in, and I’ve setup the Bb to check my person email address to boot. It’s all good.
I’m strangely excited — we’ll see how it’s going in a month.
video: ipad
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as a pre-emptive thank you gift, i bought the lady sparkler an ipad — mainly for the near-term pain she’s going to face with me switching from a 35 hour/wk job to one that’s more like 50 hours/wk.(she wants it to satisfy her horrible taste in tv/streaming video. the ipad is admittedly much more fun to watch on the couch than watching hulu plus on the computer at a desk.)
turns out, we had the thing for a sum-total of 72 hours before sparklet learned how to turn it on, navigate to the main menu, load up the photo application, select a photo from the index, and start flipping through the pictures.
i’m starting to wonder if we’ll ever see it again.
fonz, state farm saves the kids farm!
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The kids farm lives!In a move that doesn’t surprise anybody who has ever been associated with non-profit fundraising, a corporation (state farm) has come up with a couple of million dollars to keep the kids farm at the national zoo open.
My theory all along is that this was all orchestrated — that the budget cut announcement was just the opening salvo of a major donor fundraising effort for the petting zoo.
At the “we did it!” celebration at the zoo this morning, I actually ran into the Executive Director of FONZ, who was very clear that they started absolutely from scratch when the cut was announced. So if this was orchestrated, they seem to have left out the people involved.
Regardless, congrats to The Friends of the National Zoo for pulling this off, and to State Farm for recognizing and incredible opportunity and stepping up to the plate to take advantage of it.
As a result, it looks like we have many more years of our baby girl and her animal friends in store.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
kids farm celebration, national zoo, washington, dccooking: guacamole
Ingredients
- 2 Haas avocados, halved, seeded and peeled
- 1 lime, juiced
- 1 teaspoon ground cumin
- 1/2 teaspoon paprika
- 1/2 medium onion, diced
- 2 Roma tomatoes, seeded and diced
- 2 clove garlic, minced
Finishing Ingredients
- 1 tablespoon chopped cilantro
- 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
Instructions
- Put first group of ingredients in bowl. Mash.
- Top with finishing ingredients. Serve.
shuttle
i was a shuttle baby.my brother grew up with a photo of the dave scott and the apollo 15 lunar rover tooling around on the moon. (the landing happened on his birthday. for the record, the evacuation of saigon happened on mine.)
The apollo program was long since gone by the time i was born — but the first launch of the space shuttle Columbia happened a week after my sixth birthday, prime timing for me to become a space junkie.
By the time the challenger disaster happened — my generation’s analog to the “where were you when Kennedy was shot” question — I was 10 years-old, and well aware of what was going on in the world.
To answer the “where we’re you” question, we had gotten four inches of snow the night before, so school was cancelled and I was home for the day. my brother and i had just come in from sledding, and had sat down to hot chocolate and the 11:30am showing of “Scrabble!” on NBC when the dreaded “we interrupt this program…” broke into the television.
i say dreaded, not because we dreaded the news of the disaster — but we dreaded the interruption. at the age of ten, it seemed like the networks were always breaking into my tv shows to cover some boring, only-adults-would-be-interested news event or the other.
And I remember saying as much when they broke into the programming, closing my mouth just in time to see that twisted, y-shaped smoke trail that came after the explosion. even as a snotty 10 year old, i stopped complaining pretty quickly.
by the time the second (Columbia) disaster happened, i was just as checked out from the shuttle program as everyone else. the space shuttle was now (wrongly) dismissed as just an elaborate, expensive fedex truck shipping goods between earth and the international space station, and logistics missions weren’t considered news anymore.
(not to mention, that week I was neck deep in a divorce, selling my home, and moving into my boss’ basement in the city. It was a tough week.)
that said, by this week i had enough sentimentality to shed a tear while I watched the last launch from my computer at work — with a bunch of 20 year olds who didn’t know why I was so emotional about something that should have already been in a museum.
I was pretty worked up this morning for the landing, too. I had forgotten it was happening, until I woke bolt upright at 5:45 am, and wondered why I was awake. After a few minutes, I ran downstairs just in time to catch the last glide in towards the last shuttle landing ever.
If I have a regret on my bucket list, it’s that I never got to see one of the 135 launches or landings in person.
the last flexday
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i’ve got a bit of a “found” day today.my last day at the Conservancy was supposed to be today, but i ended up working about 12 hours over the weekend and skipped my flexday the week before, so i think we’re just going to call it even.
sparklet and i got up early and hiked along the potomac in cabin john, maryland — which she loved, especially the part where we were hiking under the landing path of national airport. being the dad that i am, i then one-upped myself by taking her down to roaches run, to show here what it’s *really* like being under the flight path of an airport.
we finished up with lunch, and a run through the fountains at columbia heights — i have to say, days like these are going to be one thing i’m going to miss about my old gig.
i might have to take a friday off now and again, just to pretend like it’s a flex day.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
columbia heights civic plaza fountain, washington, dcflexday: national airport
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national airport (roaches run), washington, dcwomen’s world cup
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sparklet got her first introduction to the horror that is watching the u.s. national soccer teams play in the world cup, watching the team take the lead twice (and having 80% of the chances) before losing in penalty kicks.fortunately, it didn’t seem to phase her. she cheered when the u.s. took the lead in the 69th minute, and cheered when japan answered ten minutes later. she cheered when the u.s. took the lead again at the mid-point of extra time, and cheered even harder when japan equalized minutes before the end of the match.
(we didn’t let her watch the penalty kicks, for obvious reasons…)
but maybe she is the one who has the right approach here — if you root for everyone, you’ll never be disappointed. that’s sage advice, especially when the Americans are playing.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
women’s world cupthe next horizon
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after six and a half years in conservation, i’ve got a new job.starting july 19th, i’ll be the vice president for digital at a pr-firm based out of boston. (in the non-profit industry, they’re best known for their work on american cancer society’s more birthdays effort, which is more or less the gold standard for a cause-based marketing campaign right now.)
on the off chance you have questions, here are some answers in no particular order:
- no, we’re not moving — the firm’s headquarters are in boston, which means i get to visit often, but their digital team is are all based in DC as it gives them access to a lot of the government/non-profit/corporate clients they have and hope to grow.
- no, i won’t have to wear a suit and tie — i wore a tie for my interview with the president/ceo and was ribbed mercilessly for it. during my final interview, my direct boss was wearing flip-flops.
- yes, my wife and i will now be competitors in the same field — and, yes, i’m not sure that’s such a good idea either because i know how competitive she gets too.
so, i’m everything you’d imagine right now — i’m excited, i’m terrified. mostly, i just want to launch one last campaign for the Conservancy (more soon) and then hit the ground running.
it’s such a great opportunity, and sounds like it’s going to be a lot of fun — albeit, a lot of work, too.
in an odd coincidence, the above photo was featured as the Daily Nature Photo on my.nature.org this week. in an even stranger coincidence, it’s the first time i’ve ever been featured on the site even though i conceived/built/launched it myself.
it’s just more proof that good things happen all at once.
found: purple
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we’ve gotten more than enough commentary about sparklet’s swimming suit-slash-burka — especially from the conservative christian wing of our collective circle, ironically — that i’m pleased to announce a second bathing suit has been acquired. and it’s purple. thank you. that is all.good
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sparklet said both “i love you daddy” and “mine” for the first time today, the latter while grabbing things out of my hands. you’ll forgive me, but i’m going to just focus on the first part right now.out: hobart st. porchfest
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out: hobart st. porchfest with the talimos, mount pleasant, washington, dctrip #0: boston, ma
i’m in boston for the fourth-round of a job interview. hard to believe my nearly seven years at the conservancy might be over in a week or two.video: i’ve got no clue what this is
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… but i’m pretty sure i recognize my daughters kneecaps in that stroller.ring of fire chicken
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beside my on-going crush on nigella lawson, the best chef on tv is alton brown.not only is he able explain nearly everything in the world of cooking in a way that makes sense (though the grape juice commercials are a bit of a stretch) i can watch him grill a whole chicken for 30 minutes, even though i honestly can’t imagine anything less edible than the notion of breaking up a chicken, picking it up by its ankle, and then gnawing on its thighbone.
that said, his recipe for ring of fire chicken is next to godliness in my book — even though i will happily use an (utterly verboten in alton brown’s world) pre-deboned breast of chicken.
it begins
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earlier this week, sparklet ran up to the lady sparkler and handed her a doll.after a couple minutes of non-verbal grunting, the lady figured out that sparklet wanted her to take the doll’s clothes off — which she did.
sparklet then grabbed her (now naked) doll, ran to the bathroom, and held the doll over the toilet.
i think she might be trying to tell us something.
papa’s got a brand new flag
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… and one that’s slightly more appropriate than that “other” flag we’ve been flying recently.comprehension
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sparklet’s comprehension is becoming a problem.the lady sparkler and i were talking about needing bread, and that one of use would have to “run out” to heller’s bakery. within two minutes, sparklet had gotten us our shoes, our phones, our wallets, her shoes and was heading towards her stroller.
i guess it’s time to start spelling “o-u-t” instead of saying the word…
out: el picante español’s first birthday
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it’s our new nanny share partner’s first birthday, so sparklet (and her entourage) crashed the party. cute kid, great family — they start full time with us in August.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
out: el picante español’s first birthdayflexday: mount pleasant, d.c.
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it’s the most wonderful time of the year again — when summer flex hours start, and good conservationists get every other Friday off.a couple months ago, the lady and i were looking for photographs of mount pleasant to hang on our walls when i realized that i hadn’t taken any — like none in the four years i’ve been here, outside of a couple batches from snowstorms.
so, during my flex days this year i’m going to spend some time wandering around the neighborhood.
this week i knocked off all of ingleside, 18th and 19th streets, most of lamont street and half of newton. map of the route here, and photos below.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
flexday: mount pleasant, d.c.firsts: gardening
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sparklet and i planted the first veggies of our newly reclaimed veggie patch — two basil, two tomatoes, and two cucumbers — but we saved the photo-op/watering until mommy could share the love.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
firsts: gardeningjourney’s end
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well, i’m not doing that ever again.my wife is calling the new place our “twenty year” house, because she says that is the minimum we’re going to be here. i call it our “you’re going to have to take my cold, dead corpse out of here” house, because … well, you get the picture. (i told sparklet earlier this week that the next time i move is when *her* kids move me into a home for the mentally addled.)
all told, the move actually didn’t go too badly.
my wife and baby made it to Tejas, had a great time, and returned on time, alive, with all eight limbs. (they took lots of pictures which, given my track record, it’ll take a month for me to sort though.)
for the move itself, our POD was delivered right in front of our door step with everything present and accounted for. we had movers who came in underbudget and early, and didn’t break or lose a single thing. even our cable company hit their installation window (tho i’ll politely ignore the fact that their window turned out to be 24 hours later than what they told me it was going to be).
by day three, all boxes were unpacked on the top two floors, with the exception of the lady sparkler’s clothes. by day nine, there were no boxes left in the entire house.
i’ve had a string of little projects to keep me busy, but nothing major — took down a tree in the backyard, filled in the coy pond of death, put up a railing in the basement, hung temporary shades in sparklets room, wrapped sparklet’s porch in wire fencing, and hung a Texas flag for Memorial Day (above).
we’ve already met (and love) our two closest neighbors on the west side, and our three closest neighbors on the east side. oh, and one of them has a 15 year old that is on the lookout for baby sitting gigs in the neighborhood.
and all happened while i wasn’t blogging for six days consecutive days — and the stoppage didn’t blink me into nothingness. (who knew?)
but, even though it went well, it’s just not worth risking doing it again. now, if you’ll excuse me i’m going to sit down in my beautiful, ninety seven year-old backyard and do nothing for the next decade or two.
new backyard
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we missed a whole spat of holidays this spring — from my birthday, to mother’s day, to the lady sparkler’s birthday, to (i presume) father’s day.so, instead, we bought ourselves a backyard and are going to throw ourselves a party.
i got new patio furniture, my wife got a grill — if you don’t know why that’s appropriate, you don’t know my wife very well — and even sparklet got herself a kiddie-wading-pool out of the deal.
now we just need to pick a date. stay tuned.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
new backyardvideo: the home campaign
part of being my wife’s husband is helping her manage change.when she was young, the lady sparkler legendarily got upset that they rearranged furniture in order to put up the Christmas tree. (i can neither confirm nor deny that this is why i shipped her off to austin during the move.)
so, in an attempt to protect life, preserve sanity during the move, i’ve been sending her pictures of the progress of Flickr and short videos (below) of the rooms as they’ve gone from project to completion.
i should manage my wife professionally.
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httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVwCQ8Fj0E0digital photography contest
I launched the Conservancy’s annual “Digital Photography Contest” in 2006 to engage constituents and foster an organizational presence on Flickr.Over the past five years, the contest has collected over 100,000 photos from nearly 50,000 supporters. The corresponding Flickr presence has grown to more than 300,000 photos and over 24,000 participants.
This year we’re doing it all over again — only adding the ability to submit photo using Facebook credentials. Here’s hoping…
cooking: taco seasoning
ran out of taco seasoning, and the lady sparkler is chanting “more tacos!”*alton brown, with a few revisions, saves the day once more. (* = denotes event may not have actually happened.)
Ingredients
- 2 tablespoons chili powder (1 chili, 1 chipotle)
- 1 tablespoon ground cumin
- 2 teaspoons cornstarch
- 1 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1 1/2 teaspoons hot smoked paprika
- 1 teaspoon garlic
Instructions
- add to 1 lb or meat. brown and serve.
one final day
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our last meal on park road ended how it began — with takeout. because all our pots and pans are packed. and we haven’t bought groceries in three weeks.and shortly after our “picnic” in the old courtyard, we walked the 550 yds to Monroe Street for our pre-closing inspection, where everything looked absolutely, refreshingly perfect.
not only were all our inspection issues resolved, but the sellers actually went above and beyond — which was a great relief because we were frankly a little nervous about whether they were going to do anything at all. (get us drunk, we’ll tell you the whole story.)
anyway, a friend today asked if I was concerned about the walkthrough and i said that — while we had trouble with the sellers leading up to this point — if tonight went well, all would be forgiven.
all is forgiven. and we close tomorrow at 3pm.
seven days
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in the next seven days:- monday — we sell our place on Park Road, and start our seven day rentback from the new owners.
- tuesday — we walk through the new house to make sure they haven’t trashed the place.
- wednesday — we close on the new place on Monroe Street.
- thursday — the lady sparker takes sparklet to Tejas, and our POD is delivered bearing all the
crapstuff we packed away last February. - friday — movers come to take the rest of our
crapstuff from Park Road to Monroe Street. - saturday — i unpack.
- sunday — our rentback ends, which means we’re fully out of Park Road.
- monday — and on the eighth day, he rested.
actually, we kicked everything off this afternoon with the buyers walking through our house to make sure WE hadn’t trashed the place.
we hadn’t — well, except for all the boxes.
scratch ‘n sniff
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sparklet’s latest trick is rubbing a plant leaf in between her fingers, and then lifting them to her nose for a sniff. (no, i’ve got no clue where that came from either.)speaking of — why we can’t be trying to sell our place now?
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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it’s become impossible to go to the store now without sparklet having her own shopping bag. of course, that means that she eventually needs something to put in it.today, we had to pick up some spaghetti sauce for dinner — it can’t all be homemade — and i was slightly panicked. either she was going to freak out about not being allowed to put the sauce into her her bag, or i was going to freak out about what would happen if she did.
so we bought a box of pasta (that we didn’t need) so she could drop a good, strong, unbreakable box of pasta onto the concrete fifteen-times-in-half-a-block-on-the-way-home.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
shopping in mt. pleasant, washington, dcout: somewhere
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i just found these on the camera, and i have absolutely no clue where they were taken — we’ll never fully understand the secret life of nannies.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
out: somewherevideo: buhb-buh-bub-buhbb
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZeFI2U3uqw
about fourty minutes after going to bed tonight, sparklet woke up and started doing this… lasted for about fifteen minutes until, presumably, her lower lip finally gave out.goodbye, boyfriend
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today was the final day of sparklet’s bourgening love with her nanny-share-partner-turned-boyfriend, who has set sail for the golden shores of north carolina.his replacement (as nanny share partner, jury is still out on the boyfriend part) doesn’t start full time until August 1st, so we’re finding her some interims (again, “shares” not “boyfriends”) to keep her occupied until el español picante swoops in.
and who knows, maybe they’ll give the whole long distance thing a try — though i’m not holding out hope, because sparklet has the attention span of, like, an 18 month old. yeesh.
frito pie
God only know why this is called a pie, but you can’t argue with it being good.The traditional way to consume frito pie, according to our resident Texan, is to slit open a bag of fritos and pour in a cup or two of chili. To eat it any other way (eg. on a plate) is, according to the Dallas Morning News, “allowable but frankly lacks street cred.”
i’m fairly certain this chili recipe was based on something i got somewhere, but what you see here has been through (quite literally) a dozen different variations in search of perfection — so even if my memory was good enough to recall its origin, a citation would be wholly unwarranted.
you can tweak pretty much anything you like about the toppings (sour cream, onions, cheese) but don’t you dare add beans to the chili. seriously. my wife will hunt you down.
full recipe after the jump.
video: dancing at haydee’s
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCiQaq7JGjs
shakira, again — at least this time it’s with the bff.out: bancroft playground
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happiness is pushing your stroller…See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
out: bancroft playground, mount pleasant, washington, dcout: picnic on lion hill
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out: picnic with minamike on lion hill, national zoo, washington, dcthe boxes rise again
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the boxes are starting to rise again, only this time we’re moving for realz — 18 days.how i met your mother: house 1.0
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dear sparklet,this is the nineth in a series of letters from daddy about how i met and married your mother. it has been quite some time since your mother and i started living together — and for some reason daddy wasn’t smart (or brave) enough to blog about it at the time.
so, now that we’re all getting ready to move into house 3.0, it seems like a good time to flashback to the house (or two) that started it all.
when mommy and daddy met back in 2004, daddy was living unceremoniously in his boss’ basement in a place called “Glover Park.” it was in a neighborhood that was a lot like Mount Pleasant — only filled exclusively with 25 year old female interns from the midwest whose daddies were determined that their daughters would be geographically removed from anything that might possibly resemble a city.
(oh, and the 45 minute walk to the nearest metro stop, and the $30 a plate restaurants, and the whole foods, and the small children running around wearing designer toddler clothing that they would out grow in the next two weeks — other than that it was exactly like Mount Pleasant.)
mommy, on the other hand, lived about 30 feet from the (literal) wrong side of the tracks in “old town” Alexandria, Virginia.
on the rare occasion where it made sense for daddy to spend the night in Alexandria (read: we were flying out of national airport the following morning) it was a lovely experience (sweating, with no air conditioning) through the parts of the night (those without gun shots) through which we would sleep like lambs (in between freight trains).
considering that mommy had (obviously) even worse taste in living arrangements than daddy, i tried desperately to convince her to move into D.C. with me — not into my boss’ basement, somewhere else — but she’d have none of it. her love of strip malls and horrible drivers was just too strong.
the one legitimately nice thing about our living arrangement was the drive — daddy lived a couple minutes off the rock creek parkway, and mommy lived a couple minutes off the george washington parkway, a pair of beautifully scenic roads connected by the (equally stunning) memorial bridge.
so, when i came time to develop some kind of master plan for our residential future, we picked a neighborhood in Arlington (called “Rosslyn”) pretty much entirely based on the fact that it was located just off our beloved parkways, halfway between our two houses.
now, i actually remember precious little about the moves (plural, there were two houses after all) themselves. i remember that it was July, hotter than blazes, and mommy had managed to find a new job the week before and “just couldn’t take time off work to help out.”
the apartment (and the complex) was a pretty unremarkable place — probably best illustrated by the fact that we never bothered to take any pictures of it.
fortunately, the apartment complex’s website hasn’t been updated since the hoover administration and just happens to have pictures of our exact model:
so, there you go … the “house” that started it all, and the one that set us up for the first home you ever knew.
and with that, good night. ’cause daddy has to go pack. ’cause daddy is moving y’all into a new house in just 19 days.
love,
daddyjasonbucy.com
turns out that i know funny people.another side project — this time for a really funny guy (and brother to the couple of the century) who does stand up in L.A. if you do nothing else, visit the site and watch the “jesus chrysler dodge and suburu” clip up top. (oh, and “like” him on facebook while you’re there, too.)
funny stuff.
Jason Bucy
http://jasonbucy.com/still saving the kids’ farm
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each time we go, i take pictures like it’s going to be our very last trip ever — so far, so good.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
kids’ farm and pizza playground, national zoo, washington, dcpolaroid
a friend showed up today with an actual, honest-to-God film Polaroid camera. it’s quite possible that this is the first time that sparklet’s ever been captured on film — and frankly, could be her last. it’s all pretty crazy if you think about where we’ve come from in just the last ten years.live: the royal wedding
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why in god’s name am i awake?i know, i know. i read vanity fair’s the royal watch alarmingly regularly, have been known to read the delicious awfulness that is the daily mail, and get more news/programming from the bbc than i do from all the american networks combined.
so, it possible that i might be a bit of an anglophile. which, i guess, is exactly why i’m awake. and, so long as i’m up, i might as well live blog this thing.
4:59 AM the lady sparkler, last night, on why she wasn’t going to get up this morning: “i love london. i love scottish whisky. i named my daughter after the bride. i think that’s enough.” 5:01 AM looks like i have about 27 channels i can watch this thing on — hello, bbc america. 5:02 AM seriously — i can’t stand NBC during the olympics, how in god’s name could suffer through an American network covering the royal wedding? 5:13 AM the token “awkward american in the crowd” they just interviewed wasn’t quite as awkward as usual — the gods are truly smiling on the moment. 5:21 AM someone appears to have planted trees in the middle of the abbey. guess i should have gotten up a bit earlier, to hear that one explained. 5:33 AM there’s a corner of the abbey where they’re putting all the people under the age of 80, right? i mean, the bride and groom have to have at least one set of friends they slipped in under strict instructions to not get plastered and start dancing on the tables … 5:38 AM in case anybody was wondering, karin vogel is officially the last person in line for the british throne. sadly, she did not get an invite. 5:48 AM the queen looks great. charles looks old. isn’t that backwards? 6:03 AM totally missed the big wedding dress reveal because the kettle just went off. 6:09 AM need to redact my previous crack on the trees in the abbey. from the ground level, it’s actually quite lovely. 6:15 AM well played, kate. well played, pippa. ease up on the gold tassles there, boys. 6:20 AM “maawidge. maawidge is wat bwings us togethaaa, today.” 6:25 AM <sniff> i promissed myself i wouldn’t cry… </sniff> 6:33 AM they look tired — beautiful, but tired. 6:35 AM wedding sermons still make me squirm, at least those since a wedding i attended 10 years ago where the catholic priest droned on about “copulation” for 15 minutes. 6:41 AM sparklet’s awake. awake, and very confused why we’re watching something other than plaza sesamo. 6:52 AM so, are the people at the back of the church excited they actually got in the door or ticked that they’re not 35 yards farther back so the could watch it on the jumbotron in hyde park? 6:55 AM interesting, the queen doesn’t sing along to “god save the queen.” somewhat obvious in hindsight, i guess … 6:56 AM wait! how are they married if they didn’t kiss??? everything in the princess bride was a lie. 7:04 AM the lady sparkler is up. asked if the bride’s father was the one in the black suit. 7:10 AM my wife is beaming — at least until sparklet tripped, fell over, cried, dusted herself off, and started beating on her little bongo drum. 7:16 AM lovely. 7:19 AM my arm hurts from just watching them wave. 7:21 AM the queen looks ecstatic. hard to believe how much has change in the royal outlook from even just five years ago. 7:24 AM where do they store all the carriages, limousines and flags when there aren’t any royal weddings pending? i have so many questions. 7:36 AM um, the rather uncomfortable goth chicks with the crazy hats seated behind the queen during the ceremony were the children of Fergie, ex-Duchess of York. they just can’t catch a break, can they? 7:48 AM diana had such style — but the 80s were still the 80s, and (in hindsight) her wedding dress was really just plain dreadful. 8:03 AM we need more national holidays. are either of the obama girls old enough to get married yet? 8:12 AM commentator: “as a people we’re not childish, we’re not stupid. we know we have problems. but for one day, we live in the moment where we can celebrate our past, our future, and our political stability. there is a kind of wisdom found when you suspend cynicism. it’s a different kind of knowledge, but it’s a knowledge found in the innocence of a wedding day.” 8:21 AM they keep dragging the crazy people in the costumes on tv. hey bbc, stop encouraging these people. 8:31 AM they finally kissed — whew, that would have been awkward had they missed that part. 8:32 AM i’m pretty sure one of those 5-year olds in the doormouse costumes is actually taller than the Queen. 8:35 AM wills is a lucky, lucky man — but needs to get that girl a cheeseburger, stat. 9:42 AM in such a good mood. beautiful women should marry ugly, awkward men more often. walk
yesterday, sparklet walked up to me, handed me my shoes, and dragged me out the front door.we walked around the neighborhood, through the little plaza where the farmers market is each weekend, and got caught in the rain. it was a beautiful thing.today, she said did the exact same thing — but she stopped on the way out to grab my wallet first.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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back in d.c., for one last easter egg hunt — this one with an Easter basket handmade by the lady sparkler’s mom.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
easter sunday in d.c.earthday
We’re going in a different direction this year for Earth Day — with a Picnic for the Planet campaign this attempts to use healthy food to demonstrate the relevance of conservation to our daily lives.The campaign includes an integrated mini-site, social community efforts via Facebook Events and meetup.com, outreach to chefs and food bloggers, and a series of YouTube animations.
UPDATE The effort resulted in over 600 picnics (that we know of, and we estimate we only know about 30% of them) in 60 countries around the world — number I certainly won’t kick out of bed in the morning.
the waiting
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thirty-seven days and counting — and right now that seems like a reaaaally long time.our Memorial Day closing date was an unfortunate by-product of our buyers freaking out about us doing a “rent back” of our current place from them, and going from “unlimited flexibility” to “you have seven days to sell the place, buy a new one, and move.”
so, when they went rigid, we had to pick an arbitrary date far enough out that we were certain we could find a place to live in the meantime. a noble idea made kinda silly by us signing a contract later that weekend to buy the place on Monroe.
regardless, we have this kinda awkward four weeks in the middle here — all of our inspections and appraisals are done (so nothing left to do with the buying or the selling) but we are still five-plus weeks away from moving (so it’s a little early to pack).
and so we wait.
out with the boyfriend
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after nine months of romance, sparklet’s boyfriend is leaving her — following his parents to north carolina at the end of may.sparklet’s PR people haven’t yet issued a statement on the relationship’s demise, but according to one insider their relationship has become “stormier” since news of the break was made public.
never one to waste time, sparklet has already been seen with a new beau whom she has nicknamed el español picante (which is loosely translated as “the steamy Spaniard.”)
stay tuned for more news in early June.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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i don’t want to jinx anything, but i think sparklet’s starting to figure out the whole sleeping thing.these last couple of nights we’ve been able to leave the room while she’s still awake, and she’ll settle herself down.
there is still a bit of a process — she has to have her three sleeping buddies (tiger, kitty and puppy) and we’re obviously still doing three or four books before hand (and a full bottle).
but, when we’re done and walk out, we get just a little bit of a wimper and then nary a sound until three minutes later when snoring starts pouring through the monitor.
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we’ve been going to Dr. Robert Silverman, MD (Pediatric Dermatology in Fairfax, VA) since last year to get sparklet’s port wine stain treated.for of our three appointments so far, we’ve sat in the waiting room for a collective four and a half hours because — wait for it — they can’t turn the laser on while other appointments happening or the building’s electrical system will collapse.
it seems to me there are a couple of options here: (a) don’t offer the treatment, (b) slap your landlord around a bit and make him solve the problem, (c) move, or (d) don’t schedule multiple appointments when you know one is a laser treatment.
but, Dr. Robert Silverman, MD (Pediatric Dermatology in Fairfax, VA) has just chosen an intriguing “fifth” way — he’s told his staff to no longer process insurance claims for the treatment, so now we’d have to pay in cash and work with the insurance company ourselves.
i’m guessing this is his effort to drive down demand.
needless to say, we’ve already started looking for other treatment options. as exciting as the long slog to Fairfax is, it just doesn’t seem worth the trouble.
PHOTO CREDIT: The second hour in Dr. Robert Silverman, MD (Pediatric Dermatology) waiting room in Fairfax, VA. Photo © Tiredangrybitter Dad.
dear america
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happy tax day, america!just a friendly reminder that your friendly neighbors here in Washington, DC pay all the taxes you do, get federal bureaucrats / international ambassadors / presidential motorcades clogging up our roads, and get to welcome your tour groups / protests / elected officials to our little town each spring and summer (and fall, and winter) — all without voting representation in the process you all seem to deride so much.
(i’m not great with history, but i hear wars have broken out over just this sort of thing.)
so, while the rest of the country is basking in the warm glow of a recently passed federal budget — DC is once again being told how to spend it’s money by a bunch of outsiders who use our city’s name as a kind of expletive to describe everything that is wrong with the planet.
for the record, we don’t mind (necessarily) doing our part for democracy and taking one for the team. we’d just like to be able to vote against it.
video: what i taught my daughter today
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2vdPEQI8OI
i’m so proud.UPDATE: after a weekend of video production, i just uploaded videos going all the way back january — so be sure to check the archive if you’re bored/interested.
especially the shakira video.
tradition
we don’t have a lot that passes as family traditions — my father cooking great breakfasts, his menu for thanksgiving/christmas dinner.somehow a small wooden rocking chair has lasted through the decades of our tushies to be featured in three generations worth of 18 month birthday photos.
that’s gramma on the top right, and it’s been 65 years (almost to the day) between her picture and the one we took today with sparklet.
amazing.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
photos: sparklet’s rocking chair portraits“daddy, i can do it”
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just because she isn’t talking, doesn’t mean she isn’t communicating.even though her only legitimate word remains “up” she can somehow very clearly communicate that she’s not a little girl anymore and should be allowed to push her own stroller (up hill, for three to four blocks), push her own tricycle, and now carry her own groceries.oh, and work the remote. and the computer. and get in and out of desk chairs, pushing them back when they’re done. and she’s even starting to try and wipe her own bottom.
and while all of this is great — really, i swear — next week is sparklet’s 18 month checkup, and friends tipped us off that the doctor would be looking for evidence of a 5 to 22 word vocabulary.
here’s what sparklet’s mommy has been rehearsing:
- sparklet’s got baby sign language down for “more”, “all done”, and “juice”.
- she’ll randomly pick up one of our phones and bark like a seal into it — something approximaiting “ai!”
- she’s seriously comprehending in two languages. we can say “give that to me,” “put this in the trash” and “where’s your shoes/ball/socks” in both English and Spanish, and sparklet knows/acts on exactly what we’re saying.
- her first word (“up”) isn’t an object, but a concept — and she knows the different usages between “pick me up and carry me”, “you get up off the couch”, and “put me onto the bed” or “i want into the crib.”
so, while all that’s keeping me from committing “i’m an aweful parent” hari kari, i’ve conveniently double-booked myself during her appointment and won’t be able to join the family for that particular festivity.
UPDATE: sparklet had her 18 month appt. and is still as impressive as ever — he’s 30 lbs. and 34 inches, both puts her above the 97% threshold.
the pediatrician did NOT yell at us about her vocabulary (for all the reason’s above), but said if sparklet doesn’t have 10 words by 21 months, we should probably think about getting a professional to help her jump start the language process.
inspection for monroe
despite being 97 years young, our home-elect is in pretty outstanding shape.we spent three hours pouring over the place on Saturday, and really didn’t come up with nearly as much as we would have thought.
there was a loose toilet on the first floor which we didn’t want to start leaking, a couple small electrical issues and a joist which showed some possible termite damage — all of which the sellers agreed to fix.
there are some other issues which we’ll want to fix ourselves in the months after we move in: the boiler was installed in 1982, and probably is a little behind as far as fuel efficiency goes; the attic could use a little more insulation; and there are two code issues with railings on the porch and on the steps to the basement.
the first two will take some planning (and some $$$$) but the latter i can fix myself on pretty much any random Saturday afternoon.
oh, and even our termite fears turned out to be over blown. the porch next door does have a small termite issue, but “our” porch has been treated and got a clean bill of health — and they were actually replacing the offending porch during our inspection.
i think we’ve got one contingency left (our appraisal) but the last week of May seems a lot closer than it did even a couple of days ago.
MAP: From Baist’s Real Estate Atlas of Surveys of Washington, District of Columbia, circa 1919. “Our” place is #79, located just above the “M” in Monroe Street.
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not sure what the heck we were doing, but we completely flaked on the cherry blossoms this year.mount pleasant is a lot of things, but “hot bed of Yoshino cherry trees” is sadly not one of them — though i guess that means it’s also not a “hot bed of tourists in ugly shorts jacked up to their necks.”
you win some, you lose some.
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sparklet has developed a love of birds. she can follow them in the sky, in the trees and on the ground — and does the baby sign-language for “more” when they fly away. cute.inspection for park
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first time home buyers are so cute.the inspection for our sale of park was tuesday, and by the end of the day some of the sparkle had started coming off of the prospective buyers for our place on park road.
i should start by saying that we we’re a little cranky to start.
part of their original offer to buy our place was “complete flexibility” for our settlement and move out — they were living somewhere month to month, and just needed to give 30 days notice. however, by the time the contract came, that had been revised down to “no flexibility what-so-ever” and we had to move out the same day as we settled on Monroe, which is a logistical nightmare.
(in the end, we negotiated a scant 7 day rent back, but thankfully it’s all we needed.)
as a result, we decided to be a little more proactive with their inspection of our place — we tried to gave them a bunch of information on our place up front, in an effort to make sure they got everything they needed out of their morning kicking our tires.
unfortunately, they still couldn’t find our water heater — even though we had done everything short of drawing them a map based on our own journey of water heater discovery.
they gave us a provisional list of issues they wanted addressed — including two that to this day i have no clue what is broken (and neither of those are the one where they want something “adjustmented”):
- tiles near the base of the washer dryer to be regrouted.
- gaps in the floor of the utility clause to be closed.
- closet doors in both bedrooms to be adjustmented to close fully.
- bathroom light to be replaced with wet area rated fixture.
- high loop for dishwasher to be adjusted.
(we opted to give them $500 to fix the stuff themselves.)
as for the “missing” water heater, they asked to extend the inspection another five days — just long enough to put our purchase of Monroe in jeopardy. instead, we gave them a day extension, and Brandon suggested that I be there the next morning to talk them the place everything myself.
what followed was a lesson in the power of eye contact — as it turned out that they were legitimately nice people, doing exactly the same sort of thing the lady sparkler and i would have done.
mr. firsttimehomebuyer was detail oriented and focused on making a great investment decision (not unlike my own beloved). mrs. firsttimehomebuyer was a neo-hippie (much like myself) who was excited primarily about the community and the neighborhood.
we talked about our place, the building and the neighborhood — and in the course of 20 minutes they went from inexperienced ogres who we’re screwing up the purchase of our dream home to people we’d totally have over for dinner.
if the lesson of the last two weeks to our real estate agent is to take all his places off the market to make them sell quicker, the lesson for us is to meet any prospective buyers ourselves and take them out for drinks.
house 3.0
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things are starting to sink in a bit, now.the contract on our new place has been fully signed and ratified (tho, i have no clue what that means, unless it involves a 2/3rds majority of the U.S. Senate).
we’ve got our home inspection this saturday at 2pm, and the lady sparkler has been furiously working on financing and spreadsheets to make sure we’re all good there (and we are).
assuming that everything goes well with our purchase and our sale, we’ll have a very busy Memorial Day. we’d settle the sale on Park Road on Monday, May 23rd. we’d settle the purchase on Monroe Street on Wednesday, May 25th.
then we’d rent back our current place on Park Road from the new owners through Sunday, May 29th, so we’d have about 5 days to swap everything between the two places.
in the meantime, we’ve been watching a lot of tv — the “worst” being holmes inspection on HGTV.
the basic premise of the show is to find “homeowners facing massive repair bills and dangerous living conditions due to incompetence within the unregulated home inspection industry,” and then call in Canadian construction foreman extrordinaire Mike Holmes to “make it right.”
about a month ago, we saw an episode of holmes inspection where all the supporting walls of a 100 year old row home had been taken down, causing over $300k worth of repairs to restore the collapsing floors — which is exactly what we thought had happened to the very first monroe place we looked at.
this week we saw an episode where termite damage had done $150k worth of damage to a the first two floors of a different, but similarly aged rowhouse. the next day, we found out that the current owners of our future place have been monitoring termites on one of their neighbors’ front porches.
(the current owners have been treating “our” new porch regularly for the past couple years to prevent the issue from jumping property lines, and the faulty porch is “due” to be replaced this year.)
it’s nice to know that when the real stress starts settling down, we have some good “hypothetical” stress ready and waiting in the wings.
photos: monroe street nw
Assuming everything goes through, this is the place we just bought on Monroe Street in Mount Pleasant, DC.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
photos: monroe street nw (photos courtesy of sellers)good things happen all at once
after two months of dithering, we’ve finally put an offer on a house — and it’s for the same house we were talking about last week.(UPDATED: We got the place. Keep reading…!)it would have been a stretch for us at full price, but it’s been sitting one the market without any offers for more than two weeks now. that means that the market has spoken and deemed the price too high.
so, tonight we’ve put an offer for (effectively) 4% off the list price, with the expectation that will be negotiated back down to between 2% and 3% off list — which is much more in line with what we were thinking for a house budget.
the place *is* beautiful.
it was built in 1915, resides within a formal Historic District, has all its original molding and the original floor plan — things that no other house we’ve looked at has had. the view from the porch and the front bedroom is across rock creek park, and just stunning.
our only real complaint is the lack of a second bathroom upstairs and a kinda small third bedroom, but both of those things can be fixed with a small addition off the back — something that both neighbors have already done so there is every reason to assume it’d be approved by the District.
(also, if we ever get around to having a “thing #2” of our own, the smaller third bedroom has it’s own porch so the demand between the two rooms will eventually balance out.)
our target house also has a rental efficiency in the basement that was (at one point) officially licensed by the city — a bit of a rarity as far as basement apartments go — which we can expect to take about $800 or $900 off our mortgage each month for as long as we care to rent it out.
so, all engines are go — let’s hope this thing works out.
UPDATE (FRIDAY @ 9pm): We’ve heard back from their Realtor that they’ll be responding tomorrow (Saturday) by noon. Responding is good, because it means our offer hasn’t been summarily rejected.
UPDATE (SATURDAY @ 11AM): The response timeline has slipped a little bit — from noon to “some point today.” It came accompanied with the story that the new house they’ve bought in New Jersey flooded this week, which seems to be reason enough to give them a break.
UPDATE (SATURDAY @ 5PM): Now we’re starting to get a little cranky. They reviewed our offer and decided that they wanted some more supporting (eg. financial) documentation. Seems like that was something they could have asked for, oh, say … 24 hours ago.
Brandon (our agent) said it’s because of how we structured the deal — instead of taking 4% off the price, we said we’d pay full price but they’d have to give us 4% of the value of the house at closing.
Apparently asking for the cash back can either be interpreted as (a) smart, because right now borrowing money is so cheap vs. having cash on hand; or (b) reckless, because the seller thinks you don’t actually have the cash to complete the transaction without the “subsidy.”
I don’t have the heart to break it to them that the only reason we asked for such a large number was because we assumed they’d chop the figure in half before the sent it back to us.
UPDATE (SUNDAY @ 11AM): More waiting. They got the financial stuff, and are going to meet (Realtor and sellers) this afternoon to discuss.
UPDATE (SUNDAY @ 1PM): They countered. They “kept” our 4% cash back at closing, but upped the price by three percent to take three-quarters of it back. We’re countering at exactly halfway between our initial offer and their list price (which is conveniently enough where we thought we’d end up anyway). Seems like a fair compromise.
UPDATE (SUNDAY @ 2:30PM): God, this is excruciating.
UPDATE (SUNDAY @ 2:45PM): The sellers are on their way to New Jersey (to their flooded house, presumably) but Brandon made it through to their real estate agent and she “didn’t see any reason why the counter wouldn’t be accepted.” I think that’s about as good a news as we could get without a formal “yes” — but i’m breaking out the hard liquor to numb the pain regardless.
UPDATE (SUNDAY @ 3:15PM): “The waaa-aiting is the hardest paaart.”
UPDATE (SUNDAY @ 6:00PM): they agreed. we just bought a house. in dc. in mount pleasant. what the heck?!? good things really do happen all at once.
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sparklet’s new favorite song is “suerte (whenever, wherever)” by shakira. she heard it on the juke box at haydee’s. she now officially has worse taste in music than i do, which i didn’t think was possible.contract
we just sold our place … and while it was technically still off the market.we pulled the listing on Monday, got our place back to living order on Tuesday night, but then got a call from our real estate agent Wednesday night saying that someone wanted to see the place Thursday morning.
we proceeded to explain to him what “being off the market” meant, but he was insistent that the showing was a good idea.
apparently, the prospective buyers had seen our place about two weeks ago, and had bid on another place and lost. now, they had narrowed the next round of their search to our place and one other — and had freaked out a bit when we took our place off the market earlier in the week.
so, we spent all night Wednesday re-staging our place for the Thursday morning showing.
and they loved the place. and they put a (nearly) full price offer on the place. and we accepted. and we settle the week of May 22nd.
which just goes to show you: the best way to get an offer is to take your place off the market.
delisted
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we just took our place off the market.we’ve been having problems getting people through our doors, lately — and while all the problems are (mostly) fixable, it’s going to take some time to do so.
our condo fee is too high, and we’re voting to lower it on April 11th. our building isn’t FHA approved, and it takes about a month to go through that process. our common areas are dingy, and the building isn’t starting to do the walls/floors until next month.
so, rather than beat our head against the wall in the meantime (eg. staging the house every morning, evacuating our place all day saturday/sunday) we’re just going to pull it off the market until next month.
not to mention, our garden out front looks pretty ridiculously awesome in the spring — which just might help people see past the fact that the carpeting needs to be replaced and the fact that whoever picked the hallway paint colors should be drug out back and shot.
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walking back from the park today, sparklet started doing something i didn’t understand.(i know, i know.)
after throwing a complete hissy fit that i was actually making her walk, she’d walk for a couple steps with her arms over her head, then she’d stop and put her palms on her shoes, and then she put her hands over her ears.
then she’d stop and squat to her knees, and then put her arms over her head, and the put her hands on her ears. rinse, repeat.
and then she straightened out the order — head, shoulders, knees and toes.
ahhhhh.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
out: lamont parkhippies
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why, yes — that is a bicycle painted blaze yellow and hung from a tree. oh, and a three-wolf-moon-worthy mural painted on a garage door.i [heart] mount pleasant.
or, maybe not
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well, that didn’t work so much.shortly after the post about us putting down an offer on a place on the 1800 block of Monroe NW, we got word from our real estate agent that a grand total of two people saw our place over the weekend.
the market has judged our sale price, and found it wanting.
they love our particular unit, they just hate our building. and the high condo fees. and the dated common areas. but mostly the high condo fees. which, of course, are the two things we technically can’t control.
fortunately, i’m on the board of our association and there have been a LOT of conversations about dropping our fees this year. and the dingy common areas are up for renovation this year, too. so, hopefully i just have to nudge those conversations along a bit.
it turns out that we are actually an old school condo board in that we have pretty consistently high monthly fees, but not a single special assessment in memory (because we always have money in the bank). unfortunately, every other association on the planet has swapped to a different model, dropping their fees dramatically and just expecting that big expenses will mean big(ish) special assessments.
i know which one i’d prefer — but i guess that’s why i’m trying to move into a house.
it also turns out that our building isn’t pre-approved for FHA loans, which means that people can’t buy into the building with federally backed loans that require as little as 3.5% down payment. instead, our buyers right now need to get traditional bank loans, which require 10 to 20% down.
so it looks like i’ve got a couple “special” projects on my hands for the next month.
regardless, we backed out of making an offer on the Monroe place — and plan on doing what we can with the condo fees, common areas and the fha pre-approval process in (hopefully) the next month. that’d mean we (again) can go gangbusters with the selling and the buying in the first week of April.
for those of us playing along at home, we’ve now looked at a more than dozen properties, and have “tried” putting an offer down on a five of them:
- 3330 17th Street NW
- 3215 Walbridge Place NW
- 1822 Monroe Street NW
- 420 6th Street NE
- 1873 Monroe Street NW
… but haven’t actually bit the bullet on any.
i guess the good news is that places keep coming on the market. now, if we can get that one extra-special one off the market, we’ll be all set.
maybe
it looks like we’re actually going to put an offer on something. this weekend we found another property on the 1800 block of monroe street nw in mount pleasant, and it looks perfect.there is plenty of space, a potential rental unit downstairs, and all the little things that make a DC property great (molding, layout, finishing) are still there.
there are some quirks — one bathroom on the top floor, not a ton of closet space, and no parking — but we could easily see ourselves spending the next couple of decades of our lives there.
the seller isn’t even entertaining offers until Tuesday night, so we’re in no great rush — just pulling together all the details and hoping it doesn’t get into a bidding war.
i’m guessing we won’t hear anything until Thursday at the earliest.
Top 5 (Intangible) Tools for Nonprofit Marketers
turns out that a piece i wrote on non-profit marketing was featured on the NTEN blog.i’m pretty sure that makes me famous, though certainly not controversial as it garnered only one (1!) measly comment — next time i’ll light myself on fire.
Read it on NTEN.org:
Top 5 (Intangible) Tools for Nonprofit Marketerssave the kids’ farm at the national zoo
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it looks like Congress hates babies.the national zoo is losing about half a million dollars in funding this year, and the Smithsonian is planning on shuttering sparklet’s beloved kids’ farm (and it’s sister attraction, the pizza park) to offset the short fall.
according to the washington city paper:
The Kids Farm costs $250,000 per year to operate with three staffmembers, and given that it hosts no endangered species and is not a part of the Zoo’s research activities, it was an easy thing to lose.
“The kids farm is very important to me personally,” said Zoo director Dennis Kelly. “But it is a change that we can affect relatively quickly and relatively safely for the animals.”
of course the cynic in me (who spent four years on Capitol Hill, and five in non-profit fundraising) is hoping that the image of the kids farm on the chopping block is just a lever of sorts…
while i’m sure there’s not a lot of corporate interests lining up to sponsor the anteater pavillion, but something tells me that the Zoo is hoping to parlay the impending public outcry to line up sponsors for both the farm (john deere, osh kosh, gerbers, organic valley) and the pizza park (pizza hut, papa john’s, domino’s).
in a recent interview, the head of the Zoo let slip that it would take “just a $5 million endowment” to save both the farm and the pizza park in perpetuity.
until then, i think we can expect a steady stream of photogenic baby sit-ins, bake sales, and fundraisers.
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sparklet’s developed a penchant for both “spicy” and “dipping” — and is never happier than when she can do both. tonight she was eating mint chutney at an Indian restaurant. a couple weeks back, she was trying to eat salsa and black bean dip by the spoonful.you can take the girl out of texas, but …
open house(s)
well, that was awkward…after clearing out of the house to make way for a 5:30 pm showing — and running up a $50 tab at haydees waiting for our place to clear — we suddenly found ourselves with three people standing unannounced in our hall at 7:05 pm.
turns out that they were running about an hour and a half late.
the potential buyers were very nice about the whole thing, but spent (maybe) three and half minutes looking around before skedaddling awkwardly. i’m sure they were very interested in not ‘bothering’ us, but i would have rather had them actually see the place.
the open house this weekend, however, went a little better.
eleven groups came through — nine with realtors — for a total of fourteen for the weekend. two groups “lingered” according to our agent, and one of them actually came back earlier this week for a second viewing.
the only negative feedback has been the condo fee (which is a bit steep because of recent elevator and window replacements) and the shabby common areas (they’re due for refurbishment this spring and it’s past due).
all this puts us in an awkward place.
part of us is rooting for a quick sale, and excited about the momentum that’s been building. part of us is wondering why it hasn’t sold yet because it’s been 8 long days of continual staging.
but, part of us is scared to death that it will sell — because we still need to find a place worth buying.
okay, it’s march, people. let’s get some 3 to 4 bedroom row houses on the market in our neighborhood — preferably at reasonable prices, if you don’t mind.
dangerous game
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in case anybody was wondering, you can drive about 2.18 miles with a really expensive camera on the roof of a 2008 prius without it falling off.i don’t think i would recommend it — just sayin’ it’s possible.
coming unglued
well, i think i’m about done with the real estate thing.this afternoon we took a long second look at a house on the 1800 block of monroe street nw, and the details didn’t look so good upon closer examination.
it had been recently renovated, but the finishing just wasn’t where we’d have liked it to be — and if what we could see gave us pause, we were pretty nervous about what was hidden behind the drywall.
this is the third place that looked at where all the original character was gutted during a recent renovation and replaced (seemingly) by whatever home depot had on special that week.
our real estate agent calls it a “gaithersburg remodel” — gutting a District home and treating it as if it was just another townhouse in the suburbs — which would be funny if we weren’t absolutely weeping inside at the loss.
so, after this round of bad real estate karma we’ve started coming a bit unglued — enough that we actually ventured over to capitol hill to check out a place (400 block of 6th Street NE) that just came on the market there.
it was stunning and had everything that the last couple of places in mount pleasant have lacked — original woodwork, original layouts, period decor.
to make matters worse, it was in our price range, had big beautiful bedrooms, was in the absolute best part of capitol hill, and was surrounded by excellent elementary and middle schools.
we thought long and hard about putting an offer on it — even though we haven’t seriously been considering moving to capitol hill.
but during the drive home to mount pleasant — along the tree lined streets, around the zoo, past our favorite restaurants and playgrounds — we realized we just couldn’t do it.
our neighborhood is just too awesome to be replaced by even a spectacular home somewhere else.
we’re not ready to give up on mount pleasant — not yet.
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slightly better pictures i took for our listing.the real estate photographer took his just minutes before we spent the whole day cleaning up the garden — our real estate karma continues unabated.
See the Slideshow on Flickr:
slideshow: the lynnbrookfor sale
anybody looking for a two-bedroom condo in dc? if so, boy, have i got a deal for you …See the Listing on Redfin:
park road nw, washington, dcstaged
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this is what our February looks like.all our spare time has been filled up by the 74 item punchlist standing between us and putting our place on the market — or, more exactly, it’s been filled up with my beloved wife babysitting sparklet 24/7 so i could work through said 74 item punchlist.but, it looks like we’re there — finally.
a professional real estate photographer showed up today to take professional real estate photos (these aren’t them), i think our place actually goes on the market tomorrow or Wednesday, and the first open houses are this weekend. (UPDATE: it’s been listed!)
we will be somewhere else while people march through our place, however — namely gram and grampa’s house for a little bit of “abandon our child to her grandparents while mommy and daddy make up for four weeks of no sleep” therapy.
for what it’s worth, i absolutely don’t recognize the place now that all the work is done. if my key didn’t work on the door, i’d have no clue.
See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
photos: park road apartment, staged for salefirsts: bounce
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sparklet’s discovered one nice thing about moving — bouncing on the couch when mommy has the slip cover at the laundromat. awesome.something’s got to give
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we’re about ready to call “up” as sparklet’s first real word.she went through a three week period last August where she said “hi” to everything that moved — but not sure it counts considering she hasn’t used the word since.however, with “up” it seems to be a sustained usage, and in all the right contexts — daddy, pick me up; daddy, stand up and come here; daddy, help me get in the cabinet full of empty carbohydrates.
what i don’t understand is how far we’ve come with everything else, and yet we’ve still got a vocabulary of one.
for comparison (and, in no particular order):
- she understands the concept of “cheers!” and will seek out people’s glasses to clink unprompted;
- she can gracefully dismount from our gigantic 28″ tall sleigh bed, and invariably land on her feet;
- she can climb a small step ladder, stand at the top with no hands, eat a sandwich, and descend the latter — all without falling;
- she can both climb and descend stairs, unassisted;
- she can open certain doors, and close them in our faces when she doesn’t want us to follow;
- she can grab our hands, lead us over to the refrigerator, decide what she wants to eat, and hand them to us to prepare;
- she can pause and un-pause the television, and has a clear understanding of when and why she’d want to;
- she gets upset if the cat’s food bowl is empty, pick up the bowl, march into the kitchen, and wait at the food drawer for us to refill, returning it to the proper place once it’s full;
- she will help load the washing machine, and start the cleaning cycle;
- she’ll ask to do a somersault, put her hands and head on the floor, and wait for us to roll her over to her back;
i guess she’s just been focused on other things.
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