Zoe on the swing
Wednesday, September 24th, 2008She’s 20 months here.
She’s 20 months here.
She’s fifteen months here.
Here’s a shot of Kyra in action at Itty Bitty Sports (I’m convinced YMCA calls it that just to parents feel like tools when talking about it.) Kyra was absolutely determined the whole time. It started with some stretching and a short jog. It’s a six week introduction to four sports (soccor, t-ball, golf, and basketball) so there are no games/uniforms/etc. I get the feeling that parents are encouraged to participate to keep things in order and help their child. Kyra would have none of that. Mostly because she just likes to do things on her own because she enjoys it and wants to show us she can, but also because we are not “itty bitty”. Josh asked Kyra if she could kick the ball with her to get her going while the coach waited for everyone to arrive, but she maintained that he shouldn’t because “you are not itty bitty and this is itty bitty sports, Daddy.” So we watched from the sidelines as Kyra ran, kicked, tripped and fell, and got right back up again. She has asked no less than 10 times since when she gets to go do sports again. The night was capped off by a trip to Chili’s, complete with french fries and blue slushies. Let’s hope that didn’t contribute too much to the Kyra’s enthusiasm, or next week could be a little different when she finds out sports class does not always result in blue slushies.
Yes she really is this cute
Don’t worry: I took a few pictures and they’ll make it here eventually. But that’s a project that takes some thought. This is just a quick post vacation note:
You might think that the last thing you do before you leave for a long road trip would be get your small children to use the bathroom.
You are wrong.
That’s the second to last thing.
The last thing is to go into the bathroom and make sure the toilet is flushed.
Unflushed toilet + no AC, bake for a week == nasty.
I’ve cleaned it (and Kim cleaned it again after I did because it still smelled bad) and burned 3 sticks of incense and a candle in there today and it still has a very very faint odor of rest stop. Not pleasant.
If a family member came to me and said: Josh, I need $700 dollars or I’m losing my house and i’ll sleep on the street, can you help me out? What would happen is a long conversation about where that seven hundred dollars would go, how we could avoid this kind thing in the future, a fair amount of hyperbolic scolding, etc.
That’s family, we can take care of that.
But if I’m paying $700 billion dollars to rescue an industry from it’s own stupidity I want heads on stakes on the intersection of wall st and broad. I want regulators with the ability to frog march people out of buildings for giggles. I want facial tattoos reading: NOT GOOD WITH MONEY stamped out by the thousands.
Instead we’re getting this shit:
Decisions by the Secretary pursuant to the authority of this Act are non-reviewable and committed to agency discretion, and may not be reviewed by any court of law or any administrative agency.
Or: Give us $700 billion dollars to clean up our mess and we’ll do what we want. Also you can’t indict us for it.
Matt Yglesias nails it:
The Plan is bad… But if this comes through an allegedly progressive congress then the whole enterprise starts looking pretty hollow.
Left as a proof for the reader: The ideology of free market extremists (IE Modern Republicanism) is horribly misguided and transparently wrong. Please show your work.
We were sitting in our seats at the baseball game and a guy selling cotton candy stopped literally right in front of Kyra to sell somebody some cotton candy.
And she was talking about treats (The cotton candy vendor blocking her view of the game doesn’t necessarily mean she noticed him). I told her treats might be nice but I didn’t know where to get any.
Silence. Then she looks forward. “That man right there is selling cotton candy”. He’s maybe one foot in front of us, at exactly eye level.
me: “I don’t think he is”
Vendor: “Yeah I’m selling cotton candy”
Kyra: “Daddy he is”
Grandpa stepped in and bought her some cotton candy, which meant he also got to distribute the candy. You can see the results right here: A chunk of cotton candy as big as her head. As she said: “I stuffed my face with cotton candy!”.
Then she hopped around the entire stadium to the play area. No joke.
Thats a lot of cotton candy Originally uploaded by JoshSchulz.
I found myself with some spare time tonight and started tagging pictures (We have 3.2k untagged pictures). With that kind of backlog I was going pretty far back: In fact right before zoe was born. It was kind of cool to look back and see what everybody looked like / was doing and I had a thought: Wouldn’t it be great if I could have those as a plugin for my blog?
Just pull up the pictures from a year ago on the side there every time somebody hits the site?
Wordpress is open source, Flickr has a robust API (seriously: I love flickr. Over and Over again I find ways to use the flickr API), I know PHP, and since I was at a baseball game all day instead of working I felt the urge to write some code.
So if you look over to the right there you can see my new wordpress widget: A year ago on flickr! It goes back a year and looks for any pictures within a week on either side of that date. Then it takes 5 and shows them there.
Not exactly magic but pretty neat none the less. The widget is pretty rough right now: Needs to have options screens to let you format it differently, pick time periods, change user names, etc. But it works for me. If I have a moment of inspiration maybe I’ll clean it up and let other people use it.
I’m tagging pictures and I saw this and had to blog it. It’s zoe on her five month birthday.
2007-06-15 006 Originally uploaded by JoshSchulz.