Thursday, February 28, 2008

Big Girl Bed

We're now on day two of Paige's transition from the crib to the big girl bed. Traci and I were both pleasantly surprised when, on the first night, she went down and woke back up just fine. It was a good thing that we had put up the bed railing. In the morning, she was firmly pressed against the railing, actually leaning over the side of the bed.

Night two went off without a hitch. However, when we went into her room this morning she was nowhere to be found--not on the bed, not on the floor beside it. Upon further inspection, she was on the floor at the head of the bed, fast asleep.

So we're not sure if she got off the bed or fell off the bed; either way she seemed content enough on the floor.

"Paige," I said, "Did you sleep on the big girl bed?"

"Big girl bed," she replied.

I figured she didn't know she was on the floor, so I just congratulated her on sleeping on the bed and she got up and watched The Wiggles.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

You Know You're Right

I saw the video for Nirvana's only posthumously released new track "You Know You're Right" the other day. I hadn't seen it in what, five years I'd guess. It still managed to give me chills. What an awesome song. Great video as well.

Ronnie Reagan vs. Saul "Slash" Hudson

I just finished reading a graphic novel biography of Ronald Reagan. I enjoyed it so much that I have decided that I am now only getting my information in comic book form. Well, maybe not. After the biography of the Gipper, I moved on to Slash's autobiography. I don't know if I want to read the comic book version of Slash, er, becoming a man at age 12 and concurrently smoking pot and doing drugs with his girlfriend and her mom. Ronald Reagan would not have approved.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

DDR & Labor Pains

I had a great plan to dance, dance revolute myself into shape this new year. For a few weeks it went really well. Traci even danced right along with me until she started having early contractions and had to be on bed rest for a month. Whoops.

Now my new dancing partner is Paige. When she's not pushing me off of my dance pad (she needs to dance on both pads), she's getting her boogie on. The other day she added cartwheels and spins to her repertoire. Her favorite part is when the dance is over and I get my letter score. She waits and waits for the score to appear and then "Yay!!! The letter E!!!!" No matter what letter it is, she couldn't be more excited. She loves letters.

Here's Jenny and Paige fighting for DDR supremacy:

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Cap'n Crazy Hair

What do you do when this is your kid's hair?

Monday, February 04, 2008

Increase My Killing Power, eh?

Doctor: We can preform the operation for you. It greatly increase your brain power. Or it may kill you.
Homer: Hmm, increase my killing power, eh? I'll do it!

You know what I hate? Everything. No, but I do hate gimmicky self-assessment color tests, self-help books and the like. But due to the fact that I lose my car keys at least three times a week, and my wallet the other two days, I figured I needed some help. So I called up friend, drummer and librarian Danny Hansen, and asked him to bring me some books on how to increase my killing, er, memory power.

I've only read the first chapter of BrainFit, but I have a feeling 27-year-olds aren't the target audience. (Sample question: How often do you forget to take your pills.) Nevertheless, I carry on.

One of the first recommendations was to change up the way you do things that you don't normally have to think about. So this morning I brushed my teeth with my non-dominant hand. I wasn't as good with my left hand as I thought I'd be, but brushing your teeth doesn't require a lot of precision. When I got done I was impressed by my new and improved brain power. Unitl I stepped into the shower and realized I had a giant chunk of toothpaste in the back of my hair. I guess I need to keep practicing.

UPDATE: Tonight I took the book's first quiz to gauge my memory. I am pleased to report that score is that of an average 70-year-old. I'm the target audience after all.

Sunday, February 03, 2008


My prediction for the game was New England 42, Giants 17. One minute 'til halftime and it doesn't look like it's going to be a high scoring affair. I'm still rooting for the underdog.