park5, originally uploaded by theconnours.
One of the funniest quirks about Blinn is that she can be on the ground throwing a tantrum because we’re leaving the park, but if you tell her to say goodbye to everything she calms down immediately. “Bye slide. Bye swing. Bye horsey.”
A few weeks ago, we were at Macy’s. I thought I would be a good husband and take the kid for a stroll while Sam shopped around. I took Blinn through the shoe aisles, because she (like her mom) love shoes.
Several minutes later, we finally left the store and started a fast pace through the mall. Half way to the other end, I glanced down and there sitting on Blinn’s lap was a glittering gold shoe from Macy’s.
I took this quick shot on my phone before mall security caught up with us.
She looks guilty, doesn’t she?
(Sam thinks that she has good taste at least.)
I took Blinn to the doctor last Monday and found out that she weighs 30 cans of baked beans.
BlinnFellAsleep3, originally uploaded by theconnours.
I took this picture a couple of months ago. Greg and I had always joked about seeing how long Blinn could go without sleeping before she would finally pass out. Some kids fall asleep eating in their highchair, lying on the floor, sitting on the toilet, but Blinn will just keep going and going and going. So after a long, fun weekend with friends from out of town, and no nap that day, Blinn sat on the couch eating crackers and drinking her juice and before I knew it her head was bobbing and she crashed. Hand in the cracker box, crumbs all over her tummy, fast asleep. :)
Easter13, originally uploaded by theconnours.
This is my favorite picture of Blinn. The humor. The lighting. Those deadpan eyes. Blinn’s personality is coming through more and more each day and suddenly I feel very boring.
MakeAMess2, originally uploaded by theconnours.
This is what happens when no one’s looking. :)
Yesterday I was making dinner in the kitchen and Blinn comes in with her pink “Pafu” (pacifier) in her mouth. Right now the rule is that Blinn only gets her pafu when she’s sleeping, and she knows this. So I tell her to go put her pafu in her “na-night”. (This is how we talk everyday. I should have gotten that English degree…)
So she leaves, and I’m assuming it’s to go put her pink pafu in her na-night. (Which she normally will do when asked because we’re pros at this whole child-rearing thing.)
Then she comes in a few minutes later, still with her pink pafu. I insist she puts it back. She leaves.
Comes in again with her pink pafu, I insist more sternly while trying not to laugh. Blinn smiles coyly and walks out on her tiptoes.
She comes in AGAIN with the same pafu, so I get down to her level and ask her if she wants to go na-night since she has her pacifier and that if she doesn’t want to go na-night she needs to go put that pafu back in the crib. She realizes I am serious and takes off to her room.
A few seconds later she come in with her WHITE pafu.
HELP.
Jeremy Enigk, originally uploaded by theconnours.
Last night Greg and I pretended we were childless, carefree and not from the suburbs and went to see two of our favorite artists, Jeremy Enigk (formerly of Sunny Day Real Estate and The Fire Theft) and Damien Jurado play at The Abby Pub downtown. The Abby Pub was a good venue- not too big or flashy or pulled together. (But it still doesn’t beat Schuba’s for atomosphere or sound quality) and they both did quite a few songs from their older albums, which is always a treat. Shows like last night’s send my mind spinning because they remind me how much I love music. They make my head all fuzzy. The melodies, the harmonies, the tones, the chances they take, how all the greatest artists put all of their emotion into the song which makes them very vulnerable and very very brave. Incredibly inspiring. On a lighter note, somehow I ended up front and center for Jeremy Enigk’s show, leaning on the stage, 2 feet from his Vans. Greg got spittled on and I swear Jeremy has a cavity behind his right upper canine.
