Lack of nertia is one good reason I've been a bad bad blogger. I've also had limited computer access. Also there was a bird attack and I'm hungry.
We were in Maine over the weekend. It was quite lovely despite the rain. We stayed with the Aunties and had a wonderful time and we were informed by the Peanut that she likes them "the best" this weekend. So now the Peanut lives is Maine. We'll all miss her very much. Except for the Pman because he got her much larger bedroom.
Speaking of my daughter . . . I've mentioned more than once that she's tiny and she's had some eating issues. She eats much better these days especially at dinner. For those with problem eaters we can finally dispense some advice. 1st: Bribery. We usually use a small Entermann's chocolate covered donut. She gets it if she clears her plate. Tiny kid would eat a 24 oz steak stuffed in an angry warthog for one of those things.
The other method is a game of shark or misdirection. The Peanut will have who(m)ever is sitting next to her hold the fork as if they're the one eating the meal. Then she'll tell us "You watch the news/baskeball/tv/look over there. Then when we look away, she takes the bite and we are to act as if we have no idea what happened to the food. Or we say she's a shark and she's eating somebody we know. Creepy, but effective.
I like these methods. They're fun. However, I worry about what will happen when she gets older. I picture her in college, her college roommate eating a steaming bowl of ramen.
Peanut: Hey. You watch the news
Roommate: What? No.
Peanut: You watch the tv
Roommate: I am watching the t--What the fuck are you doing? Don't eat my food!
Peanut: I'm a shark!
Heh. College.
And you are pretty much all caught up.
As far as being a bad blogger goes, mostly I'm sorry I haven't been commenting on all the blogs I follow. I am reading most of you, I'm just doing it on the Nook, which is not the most writing friendly device.
I will stay up late tomorrow and try to catch up. All right. That's it. I'm going to bed.
PS. Most of you know, my wife's a teacher, so go Wisconsin workers, Scott Walker is a dinkleberry.
