Hmm, yes, well, I know I promised a blog post, er, 4 months ago, but ummm…life and all that.
One of the reasons I’ve been so busy since August 26, 2015 is this guy:
Meet the always Too Cool For School Triple B, the red-haired offspring of Darling Daughter.
27 months later and we’re still freaked out (and I’m not entirely sure why, since his father is of Scandinavian descent with many red-haired relatives). At any rate, especially when taking his blonde, blue-eyed cousin into consideration, this brown-eyed, brunette family spends a lot of time sitting around going, “Wow – wasn’t expecting that one.”
Seriously – his mother is half Hispanic; we were totally expecting a dark-complected, black-haired Lothario. That’s okay, though, because both Darling Daughter and I are delighted with our little Ginger Dude, who is the strong, silent type – and who can, consequently, throw a ball farther and with better accuracy than his poor old Meema.
To say nothing of out-running her.
Anyhoo, I thought I’d pop in and give you the long-promised introduction to the World’s Most Adorable Two-Year-Old. And if you think I’m just too proud, you should hear his Uncle Oldest Son carry on about him.
You know, it’s been ages since I’ve participated in Random Tuesday Thoughts, so why the heck not? Tomorrow, I shall endeavor to have a recipe for you that involves sea scallops and Meyer lemons.
On a whim, early last week, Beloved and I booked a cabin at Hocking Hills State Park. We drove down Friday morning and came back yesterday afternoon. It was wonderful – peaceful, with beautiful and sunny, if a tad chilly, weather. We purchased what turned out to be a pretty large set of dominoes and set about teaching ourselves a couple of games. There were marathon sessions of Chicken Foot when we weren’t in the hot tub or taking lovely strolls to see sights like this:
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Unfortunately, our hopes of having no cell phone reception were dashed. The kids found us anyway.
The cabin was equipped with satellite television and had both The Food Network and The Cooking Channel. At one point over the weekend, while playing dominoes, I watched Alton Brown make cottage cheese. I am SO doing that this weekend – I love the stuff. Always have.
And while we’re at it, let us be eternally grateful that there is not a Tim Horton’s in Podunk, Ohio.
Hello, my name is Jan and I am powerless over honey crullers.
It proceeded to rain all day yesterday and when we got home, I was loathe to put away my new camera so I ventured outside and took this photo:
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The crocus are coming up, and I can’t tell you how absurdly pleased and excited this made me. Or maybe I can, since I spent 10 minutes hunched over this, attempting to protect my camera with a lawn and leaf bag. I’m sure the neighbors were amused, if not bemused.
“Mabel, that crazy woman across the street is lying in her flower beds, in the rain, with a plastic bag over her head.”
And that’s all I’ve got for today. You can wake up now, and go visit Stacy to see what other Randomness is going on.
The fun has been sucked right out of Halloween, all in the name of “safety.” Kids trick or treat in the middle of the afternoon on the weekend before Halloween, if it falls on a weekday. Or they trick or treat at the mall – there were kids trick-or-treating in our local grocery store last week, for crying out loud. Some parents take it even further, if Alton Brown was to be believed on Good Morning, America today, and don’t let their kids trick or treat at all – they have a party and call it good.
I’m certainly not in favor of letting kids eat twelve tons of refined sugar, given a boost by carcinogenic artificial food colors, but this is Halloween, for crying out loud – is it so wrong to let your kids trick or treat (chaperoned by an adult, of course) on the evening of the actual holiday? I’ll be 50 years old in December, and neither I nor anyone I’ve ever met has ever received an apple with a razor blade in it, or been carried off by a psychopath. In fact, with the single exception of a child who was poisoned by his own parent for the insurance money (and that happened many, many years ago), I’ve never heard of any of the bad things that people seem so frightened of ever happening while trick-or-treating.
At any rate, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that Halloween, the scariest of all holidays, has been robbed of it’s bite, so to speak. We haven’t had a child young enough to actually go trick-or-treating in many years and stopped giving out candy when we changed our diet two years ago. But now there’s The G Man and his mom, who is VERY big on childhood traditions (and good for her!). She, too, mourns the passing of the time honored tradition of trick-or-treating the evening of Halloween, so when she couldn’t find a neighborhood within driving distance that actually did it, she at least found one where they did it in the evening between 6 p.m. and 8 p.m., even if it was the Saturday before.
We didn’t go – both of us are working on big projects, Beloved for the business and me on a personal one – but here is a pic of our little trick-or-treater, who stopped by Meema and Poppa’s house before embarking on his sugar-laden yearly tradition:
Yup – that would be our little rough-and-tumble bundle of joy dressed up as Jake from the Disney Jr. show, Jake and the Neverland Pirates. (If you haven’t seen it, you don’t know WHAT you’re missing.)
With the exception of the time Meema made a gargantuan mistake and bought G a ring pop while we were out running errands one Saturday morning (you wouldn’t believe a kid could bounce off the sides of a moving vehicle while strapped in a car seat, but he managed it), we simply don’t give him crap. We really don’t have to, because he loves things like fruit, cheese and nuts, so that’s what he gets as “treats” at our house. Now, having said that, we did give him a handful of gold foil-wrapped chocolate coins when he stopped by to show off his costume, for what is a pirate without gold doubloons?
At any rate, we wish we’d gone with them, for Jolly told us that The G Man had a bit of trouble with the whole “trick or treat” concept. Perhaps he simply thinks it’s rude, because instead of running up to houses and shouting, “Trick or Treat!” he held out his bag and politely said, “Please, may I have some candy? Thank you!”
I’m buying him an ascot for Christmas.
For more Halloween Show and Tell posts, run over and visit Gretchen and the Spin Cycle at Second Blooming. She may not have candy, but I hear she makes a wicked martini.