More on the fallen sign I posted earlier: It IS a neighborhood landmark, though the store itself was long gone before I moved here eight years ago, and I was extremely sad to think that the building’s owners or the new restaurateurs were responsible for taking it down. But Dan noticed this when he went to get our dinner. Here’s hoping the sign goes back up soon.

More on the fallen sign I posted earlier: It IS a neighborhood landmark, though the store itself was long gone before I moved here eight years ago, and I was extremely sad to think that the building’s owners or the new restaurateurs were responsible for taking it down. But Dan noticed this when he went to get our dinner. Here’s hoping the sign goes back up soon.

This bums me out.

This bums me out.

At the park

S: *grabs stick, puts in mouth*

Me: Not in the mouth, sweetie.

S: *throws stick on ground, screams*

S: *finds new stick, puts in mouth*

Me: Not in the mouth, sweetie.

S: *throws stick on ground, screams*

S: *finds new stick, puts in mouth*

Me: Not in the mouth, sweetie.

S: *throws stick on ground, screams*

S: *finds new stick, puts in mouth*

Me: Not in the mouth, sweetie.

S: *throws stick on ground, screams*

S: *finds new stick, puts in mouth*

Me: Not in the mouth, sweetie.

S: *throws stick on ground, screams*

This went on for a while.

— 10 minutes later I was helping him walk around and we passed a straight couple and I think he smiled at them and the woman had this “oh, I want one of those” looks on her face and I wanted to tell her that he’d just spent a good chunk of time yelling at me so it’s really, you know, not all cute. (Still, gratifying to think that my kid is making other women’s ovaries explode.)

— But then when it IS cute it’s SO GREAT and kinda puts the mini-tantrums in perspective, like this is really the first time he’s coming up against all these new-to-him boundaries and I think ultimately knowing them and having them continually reinforced will be good even if right now it’s confusing and I put the screaming partly down to that — “I put everything else in my mouth, why not stick?” I tell him that I know it’s confusing and frustrating but, you know, don’t put sticks in your mouth, dude.

— I was putting lotion on him after his bath tonight and started to put the lotion away but he rubbed his belly to indicate that I had forgotten to put lotion there. Speaking of cute. This kid. 

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thisfeliciaday:

This is horrifying hahaha. (Via @amberbenson)

I thought the placenta was a wonderful, beautiful thing until I read this. >.<

This is an excellent read.  Seriously.

It’s absolutely fascinating and worth everyone’s time. This quote in particular blew my mind:

"Some fetal cells find their way through the placenta and into the mother’s bloodstream. They will grow in her blood and organs, and even in her brain, for the rest of her life, making her a genetic chimera."

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It’s not Friday yet, but here’s Five

1. This morning I spent two hours changing passwords on sites that needed their passwords changed. I’d hoped I’d be able to use a password manager and have the process go lickety-split, but the manager I chose didn’t play nice with Chrome and I wound up doing most of it manually. The worst? Changing my AppleID password. Apple must really want you to commit to one password because the process of setting up two-step verification and then changing the password took forever because I kept getting a timed out notice so I’d have to start all over and input the stupid recovery key again and then the password manager (Last Pass, if anyone’s interested — I chose this one because it’s free. I would love to use a different one but have to keep my expenses so low as to the point of non-existent) kept making me type in my long-ass password every time I wanted to do anything on the site and basically if I get hacked now, after all this? I will go after the hackers myself. I will end them. I will sic Jayne on them.

2. But that was just the beginning of my day, and it got a lot better after that. Especially the afternoon, when S and I met motherofthemix and Mills in the neighborhood beer garden for a sort of playdate — this is the beer garden that has parent-baby happy hours on Thursdays so there were a lot of other little kids there but it was a blast to a) meet Kate and hang out and chat and b) watch our kids roam around and take toys out of other kids’ hands and explore a new place… and drink beer in the middle of the day like a normal person… 

3. OK, so the rest of this is going to be about S, since I’ve stopped writing the weekly updates and much has been happening. Nothing all that major in the big picture; it’s been a lot of development in small increments. Like, he’s not walking independently but he’s to the point where he can walk reasonably well holding on to just one of my hands, and a few times this past week he’s taken one step without any sort of support. Just one step, then he plops to the ground. And he hasn’t said his first real word yet but it’s absolutely clear he knows what we’re saying to him most of the time and I can see words right there, all formed and ready to pop out any day.

4. Six months ago this kid didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone who wasn’t me or Dan. Meeting new people was a crap shoot — either he’d shrink away and cry or be cautiously friendly. I’ve decided he’s secretly a cat in human form because if someone is NOT paying attention to him, that’s the person he wants to hang out with. From across the beer garden I watched my kid crawl up to some random dad and use him as a prop to get to standing. Random Dad was cool about it and of course we were at a place where it was all parents and kids but dang. Kid, we’re going to need to talk about this…

5. One day a week ago I was tired and moody and got tired of S pointing at the food he wanted more of, so I re-introduced the sign for more. And he got it, right away. Go figure. So now he points at food and I make the sign for more and he makes it back. So if I can keep this up, he might be making the sign on his own right before he can say “more” with his voice.

6. Here is a bonus sublist of things my kid is doing that are freaking adorable:

  • He waves to trucks and dogs
  • I don’t have a picture of this but you should see him try to mimic my fish-lips face
  • He plays patty-cake with my hands now
  • We’ve been going to the playground since the weather has been nicer and I let him crawl around and explore and he enjoys finding sticks and waving them around. I say “You found a stick!” and he says “Dah!” and waves it. And then he tries to put the stick in his mouth and I say “Not in the mouth” and he stops, for a second, and then tries to put it in his mouth again. Then I take the stick away and he cries. That part is not so adorable. But I have to admit, I find his tantrums and meltdowns fascinating on some level. 
  • He finds certain words HILARIOUS and will giggle if I say them. Words like “raccoon” and “octopus” (these are both bath toys. I’m not randomly saying words. I could, though. Hmm…)

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Note to self: never cook or bake when drunk or improperly caffeinated. Actually, you should probably separate these two.

Note to self: never cook or bake when drunk or improperly caffeinated. Actually, you should probably separate these two.

Banana bread in the making. #yearofmaking 99/365

Banana bread in the making. #yearofmaking 99/365

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If I fits, etc. #jayne #thecatwecalljayne

If I fits, etc. #jayne #thecatwecalljayne

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Where do I commission this?

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Where do I commission this?

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