Into the mouths of babes
Nobody under here but me and my binky!
Evan’s latest thing is to grab any blanket, washcloth, or burp rag within reach…and cover himself with it to play peekaboo with whoever happens to be around, two-legged or four-legged. Of course, when he’s pulling that stunt, you have to make sure he hasn’t hooked his binky with one finger and yanked it out – if so, there’s a better-than-even chance that he’s sticking his fist into his mouth and trying to massage his sore gums that way, i.e. not the way we want him to (see informative demonstration diagram at right). We’ve bought him orthodontic binkies, he loves ’em, but he also can’t resist the urge to shove his whole fist in there (or hurt himself trying). At best, it’s not a habit he needs to be forming; at worst, he’s going to wind up with some very misguided ideas about the sport of boxing. (Insert obligatory Mike-Tyson-biting-off-body-parts joke here.)
Other than that I’m not sure I’ve been doing much in the past few days that’s blogworthy, other than inventing the word “blogworthy”. I listened to quite a bit of music on Sunday while doing the farm thing (Evan was hanging out with his grandparents, while his mom was out of town, but the inaugrual Great Saturday Night Baby Sleepover didn’t happen for a variety of reasons…which was actually okay with me). I’ll see if I can sum up the stuff I listened to in five words or less each:
Sara Bareilles (or however one spells it – I just mentally call her “Vedek Bariel” and be done with it): strong start, very average later.
E.S. Posthumus’ new double album Cartographer: need to listen to more.
The Best of Meco: surprisingly good – original recordings, yay!
Liam Finn’s I’ll Be Lightning: damned good – best apprenticeship ever.
Split Enz’s Rootin’ Tootin’ Luton Tapes: intersting alternates, mixed bag outtakes.
Man, why do I even need a music review section around here? Oh yeah…because the above makes almost no sense.
I cooked steaks and veggies for dinner tonight, and in the space of 30 minutes it curiously went from “delicious” to “I didn’t like it”. I’m still scratching my head on that one. Ah well, more for me.
Out of nowhere today I had a bit of a revelation about a song I’ve been writing the music to in my head for a year or four, and it was one of those things where, when you hear it in your mind’s eye (ear?), it instantly turns the corner from “vague idea for a tune” into “a real song”. Again, getting back to my goal of starting to record some of this stuff before the year is out, I realize that me talking about that does absolutely nothing for anybody without being able to hear it. I think the guitar’s going to be coming out of the case pretty soon. Betcha Evan’s gonna love that.… Read more
