That’s what Little E did. Here he is flying his space shuttle kite (picked up during our recent visit to the Stafford Museum).
Me: “Okay, I’m gonna solve this cat-in-the-high-chair problem once and for all. I’ll put the little mini-cooler I use as a milk-run diaper bag in the seat. That’ll fix her wagon.”
Portia: “Oh, thank you for the extra seat cushion! Is this for little ol’ me?“
Why are you looking at me like that, human? I have seen how this works with the little human. MAKE WITH THE FOOD.
Geez, the service here sucks.
In February, the fine folks at Oklahoma City’s Starbase Studios announced another of their open house events, during which all and/or sundry are invited to tour their exquisitely detailed replicas of the original Star Trek shooting sets, free of charge (though it’s hoped that visitors might be impressed enough to drop a few coins in the hat, donating to the upkeep of those sets so future fan-made productions can make use of them. My wife was pregnant with Little C when Little E and I tagged along with some friends to visit the sets last year, and that was before they had built sickbay and started work on a transporter room (!). There was no way she was going to miss out on this open house.
As the date got closer, Little E expressed disappointment that we weren’t going to repeat the entire trip with the Martins – i.e. Friday night at Arkadia Retrocade, and a visit to the Stafford Air & Space Museum in Weatherford, Oklahoma (almost an hour further west from OKC). Since he was so keen on doing it all again, we reserved a hotel room in Weatherford and decided to make it a whole geeky weekend getaway. (It should be pointed out that the timely arrival of a tax refund was pretty much the pivot point where we went from “go to OKC and back” to “make a whole weekend of it.”)
What follows is a ridiculous record – over 60 photos – of the geeky weekend in question. Ready to beam up and go to the moon?
Gamer kids: begging gamer dads to wash a stuffed Chao by morning since 2007. Here’s something you don’t run through the wash every day…
(You can’t really tell – because dad’s really good at this – but poor Cheese here was barfed on by a cat today. All better now.)
Why can’t employers be bothered to list the actual job title when they submit stuff to Indeed? I applied for something labeled “RAD TECHNO” with visions of thumpin’ EDM and maybe some glowsticks in my head, only to discover that they wanted a Radiologic Technologist. Apparently my offer to “rave this shit up” in my cover letter didn’t impress.
Today I peeked around the corner to check on Little C, expecting to find him – as usual – sleeping peacefully in his crib as Little E plays a game or watches cartoons with his headphones on. (Little E had a dental appointment today, hence I had both boys at home.) That would be typical for both boys being at home. But instead… I saw this: Little C watching with rapt attention as Little E plays a game.