I am at home right now, Stella is fitfully napping (not a deep sleeper, that girl) and Roxanne is singing like a drunken sailor in her bed, which ends when in her dozing off or my going in her room telling her to doze off. Abby and her sister Rachel are out thrifting in Allston. So I'll post a few items, none worthy of a full post but all of interest, to me at least.
Why I'm Glad Roxanne Can't Read Yet: We were driving in Brookline around 9:30 this morning, on our way to deliver Passover meals in the projects in Brighton (Roxanne was a good helper and a big hit with the old Russian ladies, as always). We passed a big sign on the side of the road that read "MORE SEX = MORE BABIES." I was sort of taken aback (by the bluntness of the sign and not its obvious message) until I noticed the "hipsters" with cameras across the street. Student film season is upon us. Roxanne was, thankfully, oblivious.
Little Steps Forward: Speaking of my children, congrats to Stella, proud owner of her first pair of real shoes. I now have three women in my house for whom I buy shoes. Conveniently, I am also due for a raise soon, and I still can sell that extra kidney.
The Taste Test: Had some fun with my sister-in-law Rachel last night. I poured two beers and let her try them and pick which one she wanted to drink with dinner. One was a pale, light kellerbier, that was secretly very malty and bitter. The other was a very dark looking brown ale, sweet and balanced but looking for all the world like a porter. "I won't like that dark one," she claimed. Guess who drank the "dark one"?
Vote Early, Vote Often: Abby is nominated for a Softie Award for her "Golden Winged Bird." Please, oh please, vote in the twelve categories and pick the bird in the "Animal" category. The voting booth is here. If you're from Chicago, please get your dead relatives to pitch in as well. If you're from Florida, don't accidentally vote for Pat Buchanan as Best Bear/Bunny. Go Shnabigail!