I would like a Tibetan sky burial. (Sky burial on wikipedia)

Finn's first day was a hard day. Robin opted for a home birth and all went well until the end, when Finn wasn't breathing and needed resuscitation. He's staying in the hospital for the time being for observation but should be home soon.

One photo here, and more to come.

In the tradition of 11th hour LJ posts, this is a courtesy to let the world know that Finn has decided that now would be a fine time to come out.

More baby news soon!

abigail_m was playing with her menagerie of dolls, and the newest addition, a glow-worm (that fortunately doesn't make noise anymore, owing to some wire "surgery" with a pair of scissors). I was watching, drinking coffee. When Abby walked away I picked up the glow-worm and pantomimed it drinking coffee, and then squeezed it to make it glow.

me: "look Abby, the caffeine makes it glow!"
Abby (scowling): "no! electricity makes it glow!"

poeticdream:
"you know, I'm grossly undercaffinated
so grossly in fact that it took may hits to find the g
and then, while I was finding the g
I found the s
and thought "oh, I should save that, I'll need it soon"
zzzzz

poeticdream sidles up behind me, kisses me on the neck and in a sultry manner declares: "you are my chef du jour..."
me, confused: "uh, I'm your chef of the day??"
robin: "ohhhh, that's what that means?"

poeticdream: "i had fun with you today, Abby."
abigail_m: "I had fun with myself today too."

abby: "get in the bath!"
me: "I'm not hearing a word... do you know which one?"
abby: "go ahead, surprise me."

("Asking is just p-p-polite demanding." —Max Headroom)

abigail_m has drawn an orangish blob picture in TuxPaint.
abby: "print!" *clicks print*
*printer makes noises*
...
*printer makes more noises*
me: "is it printing another one?"
abby: "no. it's cleaning its print heads."
abby: "wait, it is printing another one! oh, thank you, printer!"

Abby has come to the conclusion that penises go in vulvas. From whence she got this notion, I do not know.

abigail_m: "penises go in vulvas."
...
me: "I didn't teach her that!"
poeticdream: "I didn't either!"
me, Robin: ???

Abby: "I want that toy."
me: "I know."
Abby: "I want that toy!"
me: "I know."
Abby: "'I want that toy!' she said excitedly."
*me & poeticdream guffaw and giggle*

oh, Abby, you know how to make us laugh.

I learned something today. It is not acceptable to substitute buttermilk for butter and milk. Seriously. Don't.

poeticdream is no longer using livejournal. She started using it before I did, back in 2001. She has almost 3000 posts (I have slightly less than half that number, despite having had mine almost as long). She's writing in a paper journal now, as she often has. Why? SUP, since they have bought Livejournal have reversed previous SixApart and LJ practices and business decisions. Notably in the case of basic users (which were ad-free), SUP recently switched these accounts to sponsored overnight with no notice. Now, from the company which once promised to remain ad-free forever, you have the option of either liking ads with your journal, or paying for the privilege of your creative content remaining ad-free.

Sorry guys, but you're going to have to throw in a lot more added benefit than just "no ads" for me to want to pay to have a journal. I'm seriously giving thought to hosting my journal on private webspace. I don't know if i'm retro chic enough to revert to paper like Robin.

poeticdream and me talking about painting the hallway:

me: "I'm going to paint the wall and drink beer, and then... [pauses for dramatic effect, then sways back and forth a bit] i'll be high!"
abigail_m whines: "i wish i could paint the walls and get high..."
me: "someday I'm sure you will, Abby."

it reminds me of a conversation Lindsay Leclair had with her mom when she was in high school: Lindsay: "I don't think I'll ever do drugs mom, I just don't get the point." her mom: "oh, you'll do them..."

last night abigail_m was drawing in her sketchbook. she said she was drawing a few different things. first she said she drew a ballerina, which looked like a mass of random scribbles and chicken scratches. then she said "penis!", which was a bit of a nonsequitur, but i came over to look and indeed, she had drawn a penis.

why is it that my 3 year old can draw penises?

The scene: Just now as abigail_m and I were walking up our driveway to the street level we saw two police cars that had pulled over someone for who-knows-what. The cops had the perp out of the car and were talking to him and rummaging around in his car.

me: "hey! they blocked the driveway!"
abigail_m: "what?"
me: "look, those two police cars parked right in front of our driveway!"
Abby: "yeah! it's like they think it's a parking lot!"

Abby will be three on Monday.

setting: earlier, at WRFR.

cast: abigail_m, poeticdream, and yours truly, riffraff.

[Abby produces a chocolate, by sleight of hand or magic, we're not sure which]

Robin, incredulously: "Abby, where'd you get chocolate from?"

Abby, triumphantly: "From my pocket!"

Robin: ...

Kim: *sputters and hyperventilates, laughing out of control*

Abby: "Take a deep breath..."

Robin: ...
Kim: ... *takes a deep breath*

abigail_m has declared that while egg noodles shall still be called egg noodles, tortellini shall henceforth be called "tiny pasta"

Best part of the superbowl, imho? The Giants' coach saying, in slo-mo: "godddd daaaamn iiit, sonnnnn oooof a biiiiiitch..."

Seeing it in HD at the Strand theatre for free was pretty cool too. The commercials this year? Lame. (the ones I saw at least)

earlier:

me: "ready for dinner?"
abigail_m: "noooo....."
me: "why not? aren't you hungry?"
abby: "i am, but... I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER dot com" *grin*
me: ...

poeticdream: "I'm going to have some coffee. Do you want some coffee?"
abigail_m: "No, I don't like coffee!"
Robin: "Why not?"
Abby: "Because it's too caffeinated."