Welcome to the Dark Side

Scott’s 40th b-day BBQ bash was great fun. There were lots of friends (old and new), lots of Wii action, lots of yummy food, and my personal favorite--cake! I made two cakes: one chocolate-raspberry, decorated Hello-Kitty-style for my niece who turned 4 on the same day and one lemon flavored with a Darth Vader topper for my now-over-some-sort-of-hill husband. Sadly, I didn’t get any pics of the two of them blowing out the candles together. I think it is just darling that they will always share the same birthday.

Applying black icing

The cakes in all their glory

Wyley watching candle ignition

Birthday girl and momma

Liam, transfixed by Wii

Violet’s close up

Quilt-Bot

I just sent another one of these snuggly little robot quilts out to a brand new baby friend. I’m thinking of putting the pattern on sabbatical for a while. It is simple enough, but people are making babies so fast I can barely keep up. I will probably make at least one more for Tillie (my little squeaker), and then wait until she’s off to college to break it out again. That is, unless I cannot resist the power of the snuggly cute-bot…so strong!!!

Suh-Weet!

I’m at the post office buying sheets of stamps. Let’s see do I want another round of the triangle shaped Jamestown Commemoration series? A sheet of the new, quaint Pacific Lighthouse series? Or THE NEW STAR WARS STAMPS--heck yeah!!!! Yes, they are finally here! Yes, they are the most awesome stamps ever! Yes, I am a big nerd (squared by both my fandom for Star Wars and my enthusiasm for nice stamps)!

Oh New Star Wars Stamps, why do I love thee? Let’s see, you are very pretty, you cost very little money, and you have heroes and villains, which makes individual postage selection oh-so-easy. Icky bills get Vader and Queen Amidalah. Letters to your B.F.F get Luke, Leia, Artoo, and [sigh] the Han-Chewy double header.

May the force be with your snail mail!

[Image from: http://www.starwars.com/collecting/news/misc/news20070328.html]

TV of the 22nd Century?

I sense that we are nearing an asymptote in consumer technological design of actually owning a master appliance that will handle all things communication and entertainment. Don’t you ever wonder why you have to have separate DVRs, DVD players, CD players, gaming consoles, internet browsers, and phone jacks? They are all serviced by the same darn communications company--so why do we have to have a dozen different appliances to do the one thing I want to do: watch television and movies while looking things up on the internet. The iphone is close, but not quite there due to copy-protection limitations on television and probably some other bureaucratic hitches with Apple and AT&T. I mean, there is no reason why every gadget we own couldn’t have a wifi connection, right?

I just bought my husband a Wii for his birthday, and supposedly we will be able to connect it to the internet. I’m secretly excited that this could mean that I could watch all my free movie hours from Netflix on the big screen--without having to take my work computer, buy a fancy adapter cord, free up memory, and set it up to my television every time I wanted to watch some cheesy piece of crud that isn’t even worth the effort of renting. But, something tells me that it won’t be like having the real internet right where I want it. I think the Playstation 3 does have this capability, but it costs $500. (And then there’s the sad probability that the streaming that Netflix provides isn’t of high quality--rats!)

I suppose the problem with this master plan to have one robot do it all is that then no single feature would be perfect. It’s like owning one of those combo DVD-VHS players--the likelihood of both components being of high-quality is not as great as if you bought the best version of each in separate players. Only with my fantasy master appliance, you’d multiply those lame odds by a factor of 12. Also, what if one part goes bad? Hmm…my fantasy appliance is quickly turning into a nightmare box! I think I just need a second laptop for the living room, hee, hee. Some day…

[Image from: http://blog.wired.com/gadgets/2006/12/pope_technology.html]

When Onsies Approach Infinity

My unborn daughter has more outfits than any woman I know. She has, and I am NOT exaggerating, no fewer than 39 onsies. And these are all size 0-3 months, so she has only 3 months to wear them all before they no longer fit. Wow. I can’t imagine that I would need more than this, but what do I know about parenting? These are all hand-me-downs and gifts from excited aunties. I’m in a bit of shock, because this means that if just one aspect of her babyhood requires this much storage space, what will the other facets of her little life require? Yikes, I think we already need a bigger house!

[Image from: http://www.piratemerch.com/]

Funderwear

“Your panties are beautiful,” said my four-year-old niece today of my new maternity underwear. I was at her house trying on some of her mom’s old maternity clothes because I have exploded into a new ungodly size of large and can no longer fit into my “early” maternity duds. These undies were fairly standard cotton bikinis (size large, of course), magenta with yellow and pink polka dots. I guess to Wyley, this color scheme on underwear was the height of elegance. She showed me her Disney princess briefs - also magenta. I wish I could remember a time when I used the word “beautiful” to describe underwear of any kind. What would you have to do to underwear to make an adult say they were “beautiful”? Embroidery? Hand-tatted antique lace? Jewels? I couldn’t tell you.

[Image from: http://www.joeparadox.com/underoos/]

Belly Takeover

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything that doesn’t have to do with high school physics. I don’t know if this lapse in blogging is due to my pregnant brain, the move, or just the fact that every night I go to sleep and dream of physics problems: how to calculate the binding energy of my pillow, the electrical resistance of Scott’s snoring, or the momentum of my alarm clock button. And, of course, everything has 5 answer choices A-E.

Here are some pictures to show you out-of-towners how truly giant I have become. Apparently, the third trimester, which I have just started, is when you really get big. Uh…how is that going to work?

Sassy expectant mothers:

Two-and-a-half generations of women (My mom, me, my sister-in-law, and mother-in-law):

This one is not as obscene as it looks, because my ginormous tum is actually eclipsing the briefs that I am wearing--I swear!

Scott practicing for daddyhood:

Cosmo and a new cat buddy enjoying our back porch:

Pregnancy comes with many inexplicable emotions, such as ‘yelling a lot’: