Fully Aware
I’m fully aware I’ve been light on blogging, both here and at Peach Pundit. My laptop had to go back in the shop fora quickie repair. It should have been home yesterday, but the part they needed showed up without a necessary component.
The power chip was shorted out and had to be replaced. I didn’t have the problem before the Hard Drive crash, so they repair show is willing to eat the cost of the labor on this repair. That was really nice of them, but I’m desperate to get my machine back.
I’ll have lots to say about Bible Study and becoming a GTD cultist.
Oh, and Yay Blue Flavor! More on that later.
The Dress
Christy has been working hard knitting a ballerina dress for Evelyn. She finally finished yesterday and today Evelyn got fitted.
It’s absolutely precious on her. And she pranced around all over her room, clearly enjoying the attention. I had difficulty getting shots of her because she kept running toward the camera.
The dress is very cute on her.
Unnerving
A lone siren in the neighborhood. I thought it was the tornado warning sirens. They might have been going off too.
Just one. And then it was joined by another. Then the pitch shifted — the unmistakeable sound of Doppler. The sound was moving. It was moving away from me, then closer, then across, then closer.
A lone firetruck came barelling through the neighborhood — not toward houses or the school, but away from them at a good clip. Headed toward Riverside where the other sirens were sounding. It was like the call of the wild or something.
And now silence.
Babbling Joy
Evelyn is at the age now where she talks and talks and talks. Little makes sense, but more and more we are understanding her and she is understanding us. We still have not convinced her that an airplane does not say “Choo Choo.” She does, however, yell out “Airpane! Airpane!” minus the “L” when an airplane flies over. It reminds Christy and me both of the old Jeff Foxworthy joke.
The mornings are so much fun lately. Evelyn wakes up and is our alarm clock. She yells down the hall for us, “Mama Daddeeeee. Mama daddeeee.” I head down stairs to make her milk and she hears me, “Daddeeeee. Yaaaaayyyyy!!!” and claps her hands.
I come back up the stairs and she hears me again and starts calling for me. I call back and she laughs and laughs and laughs. Then, when I open the door to her room, she jumps up and down in her crib, clapping her hands, and laughs and talks. This morning she wanted to hold her pink bear until I had gotten her changed. “Eat, wanna eat,” she told me. I got her clothes on and her shoes, “shhoooooeeees. sooooooocks,” she says. She grabbed pink bear and I told her he could not go with us. “No, no Dadddeeeee. Bed. Go bed,” and she promptly threw pink bear back into bed. In midair Evelyn had changed subjects back to the pending matter, “now eat. now eat.” So we bounded down the stairs, Evelyn laughing all the way, to her milk. Her arms were stretched out before we even made it all the way into the kitchen.
“Dora!” she then exclaimed. Evelyn likes to watch Dora while drinking her milk. Of course Dora is not on, but Evelyn does not care. She wants to sit on the couch, read a book, and drink her milk. “Read it. Read it,” she says to no one in particular as she tries to sling her little leg onto the couch. I lift her up onto the couch to applause and “yyyaaaayyyy. Daddeee yay.” She ‘reads’ her book and watching some cartoon on Noggin while sucking down her milk.
“May-cin,” she tells me. I have not given her the antibiotic she’s been needing this week. She likes the taste. I head to the kitchen and come back with it in a dropper. She sucks it down and claps and cheers for herself — a habit Christy and I started doing to motivate her to take her medicine without fuss. She now does it every time she takes cough medicine, claratin, or any thing else in a dropper.
She hears Christy come down the steps, “Bye bye Daddy. Mama! Mama! Bye bye mama daddy.” And off the couch she propels herself, heading to the steps, for Christy to take her to daycare. On the way out she sees a book she wants to take with her in the care. “Book. Book. Peas. Book. Peas. Yaaayyy. Tan too.” Then she flips through the book, a book with pictures of her surrounded by Sesame Street Characters. On the way out, I ask for a kiss and she grins, leans out of Christy’s arms, and gives me a kiss.
And then it’s lonely in the house.
Sorry, I Forgot
Yesterday was International Celebration of Communism Day, or, as it is frequently called, “Earth Day.”
Planet Earth
Christy and I are watching Planet Earth on Discovery.
Absolutely amazing. I keep telling her that if we had an HDTV it’d be even better. She’s not buying it.
Nancy Grace: Whorer Show
The mainstream media loves to tell bloggers that the MSM is fact checked, reliable, lacking the rabid looniness of the online horde, and credible. Whether you are of the left or the right, the next time anyone tells you the media has greater credibility than bloggers, point them to Nancy Grace, media whore.
For the last year, between driving mothers of kidnapped children to commit suicide and keeping us up to date on the latest developments in the Anna Nicole Smith case, this fellow alumnus of Mercer University who now sadly sits on the Board of Trustees of my beloved University, has done her best to indict three innocent young men in North Carolina and start a race war just for kicks.
When blogs do what Nancy Grace has done, the mainstream media piles on, ridicules, condemns, and demands correction. So do other bloggers. When Nancy Grace does it . . . . crickets.
Let’s go below the fold and discuss today’s Media Whore.
More on Emma
The Daily Report has more. Also, here is Judge Parrott’s original order denying the adoption of Emma by Hadaway.
A few things to point out:
- The Wilkinson County Court system previous had given custody of Emma to Hadaway in accordance with Emma’s natural mother’s wishes. When Judge Parrott denied the adoption, he also set aside the previous lawful finding that custody should go to Ms. Hadaway based on the natural mother’s wishes of what was in the best interests of the child.
- In going to Bibb County, Hadaway failed to appeal Judge Parrott’s ruling, which she probably should have done.
- Parrott does make a valid argument that it probably is not in the best interests of the child to be raised in that environment in a place like Wilkinson County due to a host of factors. That may sound bad, but it is Wilkinson County we’re talking about.
- I get the impression from reading his opinion that he started from the premise of no adoption because Hadaway is gay and then circled the law wagons around that — including citing Florida law.
- The Bibb County Court, at worst, moved the clock back to July, 2006, when the Wilkinson County Court agreed that Emma being with Ms. Hadaway is in the best interests of the child.
Pretty Funny
Apple iPhoto came out in 2002.
Last year, Bill Gates gave a talk about its new photo program and how new and innovative it was.
Someone took his speech and made a movie using iPhoto. Gates’s talk about the new and innovative, never before done features in Vista is put on top of the movie using Apple’s iPhoto — again, iPhoto came out in 2002 and Gates was talking in mid-2006.
Behold:
Yes, It’s True
I’m Twittering beyond doing the RedState Twitter blurbs.