A couple of "Washington Landmark" photos from our excursion last Saturday. It is kind of funny to watch the tourists stand on the mall and take pictures of their family trying to "lean" against the Washington Monument. The Bean was mortified that I wanted to take her picture next to the Monument, so these are all I got. It is hard to imagine that this tall, lanky girl is the same one from the picture at the bottom. I swear sometimes I hardly recognize her.
In Your Satin Tights...Fighting for Your Rights...And the Old Red, White and Blue*
You did know Halloween was coming...didn't you?
*you can find the lyrics to the Wonder Woman theme song here
Knitting with Marzipan
By way of another blog (sorry, don't remember which), I saw this link to the VeganYumYum Web site. They have a tutorial on how to create "knitted" items out of marzipan. I bet these cupcakes are 10 times better tasting than wool ;-) Even if you aren't a vegan, take a look around the site. It has great photos, and lots of yummy looking food.
(photo courtesy of the VeganYumYum Web site)
Will the Real Ferdinand Please Stand Up.
Last Wednesday evening, I happened to take a look at the schedule for the Bean's school that was posted on the bulletin board in the kitchen. "Friday - March 2, dress like a character from your favorite book" jumped right out and smacked me in the face.
Me: Honey, do you have to dress up for school on Friday?
Bean: Yes! I can dress up as my favorite book character for all day!
Me: Well, that will be fun. Are you going to dress up like Cinderella or some other princess? (We have LOTS of princess costumes, so this should be easy)
Bean: NO! I want to be Ferdinand. 
Me: (blank stare that quickly moves to a look of panic)
HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO PULL A BULL COSTUME OUT OF MY BUTT...IN ONE DAY NO LESS!
Let's just say that I am very lucky to have a shady-looking costume shop not far from my office who just so happened to have a very old hat left over from the days when the Vikings were busy plundering Europe. A piece of elastic, some white felt, some b/w yarn, and one tube of SuperGlue later, I give you Ferdinand:
And the best part, an actual working tail:
The Pad of a Caveman
I am sure you all have seen at least one of the caveman commercials from Geico. You might not know however that you can actually tour his "crib". Be sure to click around on everything in his apartment, including the ipod, TV, recipe book in the kitchen, and his answering machine. You can even rearrange the magnets on the fridge! The site is so much fun to explore. The future of Web sites for sure!
* In case you were wondering, the name of the song in the airport commercial is Röyksopp's "Remind Me". You can listen to it on the ipod in teh caveman's apartment.
Please, Step Away From the Daddy!
Last Thursday I had a knitting class after work (more on that later), so I didn't see the Bean until after she had already gotten into bed. As soon as I got home, I went in to snuggle a little and hear about her day. It is amazing how she won't say squat at the dinner table, but she becomes quite the chatterbox at bedtime! Bedtime is usually when I hear about the drama that unfolds at preschool.
Anyways, she proceeded to tell me about something that had happened at school that afternoon. The Bean has a friend at school named "V" that she has known since she was six months old. He is not only her best friend, but her worst enemy. They honestly act like they are married sometimes...even the teachers have commented on their love/hate relationship. Apparently, "V" decided that he was going to write a note and give it to my husband when he came to pick the Bean up from school. Well, the Bean was going to have none of this because NO ONE writes notes to her daddy except for her. She told "V" this and he simply ignored her. In a very calculating move on her part, the Bean proceeded to write a note to "V" telling him that he could under NO circumstances write her daddy a note. Here's what I heard:
(Bean)
"I decided that since "V" wasn't listening to me I was going to write him a note telling him he could not write my daddy a note. Since I do not know how to spell "NO", I wrote a big "I" on a piece of paper because I know how to write an "I". I told "V" that it said "NO" and I put it on my daddy's shirt when he came to pick me up."
My husband told me later that he was forced to wear the note on his shirt all the way to the parking lot and couldn't take it off until they were safely in the car ready to drive home. I tell you, that girl is going to be a CEO someday. And, her daddy will ALWAYS be HER daddy. Her shirt says it all.
