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There was good and bad stuff about today which is unfortunately all sort of making my brain implode around the edges, so I'm gonna skip writing about it until later, if at all. I will instead note that I have belatedly joined the Goodreads bandwagon (username is the same over there as it ever was) and spent the last half hour or so entering my library pulls from November onwards. Feel free to friend me back, or just friend me period if I haven't for some reason found you via email, facebook or twitter.
Also. I have a date to work towards in terms of getting at least some of my money in order, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23 and I have tentatively circled the weekend immediately before Valentine's Day to head up to Dakin and find a kitty willing to have us as its meat puppets. Dun Dun Dun.
I'm sure I've posted about this once or twice before, but one of the incredibly fun things about having small to medium sized people around is the opportunity to introduce them to new things. Well, new to them things, anyway, they could just be things you like. This evening, killing time before they got picked up, I was playing game number 2 of Othello with Kidzilla (I'd taught her how to play last night) and at the same time proving that no, I'm not making it up, "Fish heads, fish heads, roly poly fish heads" is an actual song, with like actual lyrics and stuff. Silly lyrics, mind, but lyrics nonetheless. This led to a discussion of "silly grown-up music" wherein I introduced her to a little TMBG (oh, "Fingertips"), and some Aquabats (we both agreed that "Attacked by Snakes!" probably wasn't Daddy's favorite song.) I think next week'll have to include some Weird Al. But yeah, it was really fun getting to share stuff like that with her, and I rather look forward to when Lovebug is old enough to do that with as well.
Dear fates, speaking of the little man, I am beyond impressed with him. He's pretty much by sheer force of sister-envy and all the three year old stubbornness he can muster (which is a lot, he iscell23's son after all) managed to force himself into literacy this fall. He still skips every fifth or sixth word or so, but he's getting through Dr. Seuss level books pretty competently, recognizes words in his environment that make me go O_o and has started to do the thing where he'll bring you a book, ask you to read it to him, climb into your lap or into bed with you, and then read it out loud by himself. Sheesh. If he applies that much determination to global domination next year, the world may have a shorter, scarier dictator to worry about than Kim Jong-Il. Just. Saying.
Also. I have a date to work towards in terms of getting at least some of my money in order, as
cell23 and I have tentatively circled the weekend immediately before Valentine's Day to head up to Dakin and find a kitty willing to have us as its meat puppets. Dun Dun Dun. I'm sure I've posted about this once or twice before, but one of the incredibly fun things about having small to medium sized people around is the opportunity to introduce them to new things. Well, new to them things, anyway, they could just be things you like. This evening, killing time before they got picked up, I was playing game number 2 of Othello with Kidzilla (I'd taught her how to play last night) and at the same time proving that no, I'm not making it up, "Fish heads, fish heads, roly poly fish heads" is an actual song, with like actual lyrics and stuff. Silly lyrics, mind, but lyrics nonetheless. This led to a discussion of "silly grown-up music" wherein I introduced her to a little TMBG (oh, "Fingertips"), and some Aquabats (we both agreed that "Attacked by Snakes!" probably wasn't Daddy's favorite song.) I think next week'll have to include some Weird Al. But yeah, it was really fun getting to share stuff like that with her, and I rather look forward to when Lovebug is old enough to do that with as well.
Dear fates, speaking of the little man, I am beyond impressed with him. He's pretty much by sheer force of sister-envy and all the three year old stubbornness he can muster (which is a lot, he is
cell23's son after all) managed to force himself into literacy this fall. He still skips every fifth or sixth word or so, but he's getting through Dr. Seuss level books pretty competently, recognizes words in his environment that make me go O_o and has started to do the thing where he'll bring you a book, ask you to read it to him, climb into your lap or into bed with you, and then read it out loud by himself. Sheesh. If he applies that much determination to global domination next year, the world may have a shorter, scarier dictator to worry about than Kim Jong-Il. Just. Saying.
