• Bug,  I forgot to pick a category,  travel

    a jaunty walk

    Ferndale is kind of like home because you can walk the whole town and never feel lost or scared. Baby Bug and I walked up and down just about every street. We looked at trees and streams and even the town cemetary. We marveled at how moss grows on everything. When we got bored of that, we ventured out of town (three blocks over) and looked at some cows and a horse.

    Baby Bug has never seen a cow or a horse before. We read about them in her books all the time. I point at the cow and say “mooooooo” and sometimes she says “ooooooouuuu” back at me. (She’s boycotting the letter “m”.) Seeing a real cow in the flesh was pretty exciting. Seeing a horse was even more exciting. Especially since the horse sauntered over to us as soon as he saw us paying attention to him by the fence.

    I hate to admit it but I’m a city girl and this great big horsey thing that has giant teeth and blows snotty air at me is pretty frightening. I know horses are friendly and I could probably feed it some grass or pet it’s soft mane but I found myself backing up. I mean, what if it bit me or even worse jumped over the fence and kicked me! Horses can smell fear can’t they?

    Baby Bug wasn’t afraid at all. She thought the horse was a dog so she barked at it.

    Silly Bug.

  • Bug,  half assed posts,  I forgot to pick a category,  Super Dad

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    For lack of anything else to post, we have tongue. Today is one of those rambly no particular subject days.

    Isn’t it funny how now that everybody knows about blogs you’ll get people in your every day life, like family members, telling you what you should blog about? Toby does this to me all the time. It’s so weird. Half the time what he wants me to blog about I don’t want to blog about at all. But I guess to each their own. I wish Toby had a blog. It would be great to hear his side of the story.

    Remember back in the day when you might casually mention that you have a website and you update daily and people would look at you funny? Like how self centered are you that you think people will actually want to read about your day. Remember when you had to explain that “blog” was slang for “web log”? And then there was a while when people thought I was really into chat rooms or something. I hated that phase of the blog learning curve. (Even though there was a short month where I was really into chat rooms) Chat rooms, ew.

    So anyway, times are a changing. Blogs on the news, blogs on the radio, blogs on billboards. It’s a blog happy world. Why did I come here to talk about that? I have no idea.

    I think it was because Toby wanted me to blog about how he got on the Oprah show today. Actually I wanted to blog about that too. It’s not every day that your science-and-history-channel-only husband will call you in from the other room to watch Oprah. You see, Toby is an architectural photographer. He mostly shoots zillion dollar homes for the real estate industry. One of those zillion dollar homes got on Oprah today. We call it the “portabella” because it looks like a mushroom. We were hoping they might use some of his shots on the show but they didn’t. It was all live video. They did show his old boss talking about the house quite a bit. Toby’s photos are on her webpage though. They’ll probably be down by the time you read this so here’s a screen shot. That was pretty cool.

    In other news, Baby Bug is starting to “talk” (sort of). I should save this for her ten month post but she’ll probably be doing something even more interesting by then. (Or maybe I just don’t to wait until Friday to share.) So far she knows how to bark like a dog. Whenever we see a dog (which is quite a lot on our walks to the park), she’ll say, “Bwuffff Bwfff Bwufff”. It’s really cute. She’ll even do it on command. Well sometimes. But enough that I know she means “dog” instead of just making random sounds to hear herself. She also meows at the cats and sometimes says “kkkkkkkkkk”. I think she means “kitty” but I’m not sure. One day I said “Hiiii-iiiii” like I do in my silly two syllable mommy-speak and she said “hiiiii” back to me. I haven’t been able to get her to do it again so I don’t think I can count it as a word. She still refuses to say anything with the letter “m” so I think “mama” is a long ways off. But that’s okay. I know she loves me.

    And I think I’ll just cut this rambly post off here. Just like that.