Chimp Chat

Emmett makes cute sounds

I love that he says yes like a put-upon deli employee. Or kind of like Droopy Dog, the elevator operator.

Me: Do you want some ranch dressing to lick off your veggies?
Him: Ye-ess (trailing off)

He also says:
wo-orm
steam train
complex carbohydrates

And another thing: He calls crayons "papers". He's my little bureaucrat.

Things I kick myself over every day

Not being interesting enough on my blog to land a book deal. C'mon, spend a little time and make it spicy or something.

Wasting all that time before I had a kid... I mean, how much relaxing did I need to do?! I should have been producing, moving, shaking.

Not having a career plan... being a schlub to the "plans" that life laid on me!

Forgetting to wear my retainer (welcome back feature from my youth: buck teeth!)

Not composting.

Reading those dumb teaser articles when I open my web mail.

Parent Hacks

I love Parent Hacks -- it is so addictive. Yesterday I read all the painter's tape ideas and ran home to tell B about how we can make roads for the Matchbox cars he just got from his mom's attic. He was non-plussed. In the comments, someone showed this idea for murals, and I wigged out. Who knew it could look so cool.

And my other obsession is to make a bunch of papier mache masks and/or animal heads to use to decorate the homestead. Like Georgia O'Keefe doing rogue taxidermy,funky and primitive. Probably more like this. I mean, my idea is, if  you want it, make it out of papier mache and you've got it. Trays, a small step stool, containers... whatever.

Anyway, I think the last time I actually made a bunch of something was...uh... never. So realistically, I should aim to create just one or two.

(image from straydogdesigns.com)