I am officially old.
My colleague, who is a mere 6 years younger than me, totally confounded me today with emoticons. I've NO CLUE what they are supposed to mean. Which makes me old.
Can someone translate this (below), puhleez?
2:35 PM Shawn: I found Monkey's emoticon
2:36 PM :() It's allegedly a monkey according to google :-)
2:37 PM They've given me way too much fun! :P
2:38 PM OH NO, HERE IT COMES (and yes, I realize I'm talking to myself) :P :-/ ;) :-o :'( :D x-( Hrm... :P x-( :(
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Smiles
So earlier today I was exhanging emails with Boulder Mama, my sister in law. Her little one, HP, has just cut her first two teeth.
HP has a gorgeous smile. I'm her aunt, but damn - this kid is GORGEOUS! Boulder Mama hopes that HP's smile won't change once all her teeth come in.
Upon reflection, I said that Monkey's smile did change.
But really, I think the change is driven more by their emergent personality and ability to use their face muscles more than anything else.
Plus, I think Monkey likes to show off her teeth, since now she smiles with this super-toothy look, almost like she is baring her teeth like an enraged chimpanzee.
And yes, I just compared my child to an angry primate.
HP has a gorgeous smile. I'm her aunt, but damn - this kid is GORGEOUS! Boulder Mama hopes that HP's smile won't change once all her teeth come in.
Upon reflection, I said that Monkey's smile did change.
But really, I think the change is driven more by their emergent personality and ability to use their face muscles more than anything else.
Plus, I think Monkey likes to show off her teeth, since now she smiles with this super-toothy look, almost like she is baring her teeth like an enraged chimpanzee.
And yes, I just compared my child to an angry primate.
Must love cats
Attractive, cheerful brunette that walks, climbs, dances and is working on self-feeding seeks like-minded partner for supervised playdates at the park, trips to the American Museum of Natural History, and brunch on the UWS.
Must love cats, as evidenced by shrieks of joy and pointing at pictures of cats on MTA bus shelters (Bideawee ads, for example), and also by petting and kissing pictures of cats in such literary masterpieces as Olivia and One Dark Night.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Enough with the Snot already!!!!!
Ok, Ok, I realize that Monkey is in her first year of school/daycare, so she is being exposed to every mutant cold bug on earth. And that we live in New York City, in which millions of people sneeze and share their lovely cold bugs daily. And yes, that she is building her immunity.
BUT STILL.
When, on God's Green Earth, will we be DONE with the snot?
Monkey sneezed this morning on the way to school, and then wiped her nose with her hand.
Have you ever seen the Nickelodeon product "Slime"???? Well, it looked like she had stashed a quart of that shit in her hand....and it was stretched in between her hand and her nose.
Gah.
BUT STILL.
When, on God's Green Earth, will we be DONE with the snot?
Monkey sneezed this morning on the way to school, and then wiped her nose with her hand.
Have you ever seen the Nickelodeon product "Slime"???? Well, it looked like she had stashed a quart of that shit in her hand....and it was stretched in between her hand and her nose.
Gah.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Thankgiving
We had a lovely Thanksgiving.
The night before Thanksgiving, we took Monkey down to see the balloons being inflated. We've done this for years. The balloons are all laid out, on the streets around the American Museum of Natural History, and you walk counter-clockwise, looking at the balloons with every other family on the UWS wondering what the balloon is...until some toddler yells out "Diego" or "Clifford!" and the mystery is solved.
Years ago this was a mellow event, but now it has turned into a circus. I would rather go to Times Square on New Year's Eve with Monkey than repeat that mess. Waaaay too many people, and poor Monkey was down low on the ground in her stroller. I got claustrophobic FOR her, and we only got as far east as Columbus before giving up and heading home!
Thanksgiving Day the weather was unbelievable warm, a temperate 65 without much humidity, and it made for a nice day outside with Monkey. (I loved the weather, but I'm convinced that Al Gore got that Nobel for a reason....hello, global warming!). Because it was so nice, and despite the night before, we took Monkey to the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade, to watch the balloons.
She loved the balloons! Loved them! She screamed with delight and reached for them, cackling with insane toddler glee.
Only, the balloons she loved were the ones sold by the vendors, and held by happy toddlers in the crowd in front of us. We played the grinch card and declined to buy any for her, letting her scream with delight at the mere proximity of overpriced potentially lead-infested Thomas the Train Balloons on a stick for the low low price of 22$. (I've no clue what they charged, but I am confident they were waaay too much!). If there had been an Elmo balloon? Yup, we'd have been goners!
The real balloons? Meh. She could have cared less. Maybe next year........
The night before Thanksgiving, we took Monkey down to see the balloons being inflated. We've done this for years. The balloons are all laid out, on the streets around the American Museum of Natural History, and you walk counter-clockwise, looking at the balloons with every other family on the UWS wondering what the balloon is...until some toddler yells out "Diego" or "Clifford!" and the mystery is solved.
Years ago this was a mellow event, but now it has turned into a circus. I would rather go to Times Square on New Year's Eve with Monkey than repeat that mess. Waaaay too many people, and poor Monkey was down low on the ground in her stroller. I got claustrophobic FOR her, and we only got as far east as Columbus before giving up and heading home!
Thanksgiving Day the weather was unbelievable warm, a temperate 65 without much humidity, and it made for a nice day outside with Monkey. (I loved the weather, but I'm convinced that Al Gore got that Nobel for a reason....hello, global warming!). Because it was so nice, and despite the night before, we took Monkey to the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade, to watch the balloons.
She loved the balloons! Loved them! She screamed with delight and reached for them, cackling with insane toddler glee.
Only, the balloons she loved were the ones sold by the vendors, and held by happy toddlers in the crowd in front of us. We played the grinch card and declined to buy any for her, letting her scream with delight at the mere proximity of overpriced potentially lead-infested Thomas the Train Balloons on a stick for the low low price of 22$. (I've no clue what they charged, but I am confident they were waaay too much!). If there had been an Elmo balloon? Yup, we'd have been goners!
The real balloons? Meh. She could have cared less. Maybe next year........
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