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March McDonalds Madness

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Kurt’s mom came to visit back in March. Sophia, nearly eighteen months old at the time, was only tolerant of the visit. There were no hugs for Grandma. I think the closest they got to a sweet picture moment was when Grandma sat on the floor playing with Sophia’s mega blocks and Sophia got in the action by handing Grandma the next block slated for use. I wish I had captured the moment but that would mean leaving the room to grab the camera and risking a change in focus from Sophia. I think Grandma enjoyed seeing Sophia play and have fun around her even if she couldn’t hold her, but hopefully she’ll be more social at Christmas time.

We are fast approaching the time of year where activities are best done indoors. Until recently I worried about that because the majority of indoor social activities require either, a long drive, a lot of money, or both. I now have a long list of activities and services to keep us occupied through the winter. The only thing we could think to do back in March when Kurt’s mom was visiting was to go to the McDonalds play land. It was fun to watch Sophia, climb up and up and up, but then it became a problem because when she wanted out she would look down and know that was the way, but continued up.

Let me give the mother’s of newly mobile children a bit of assvice for a moment… You don’t want to send your kid up in the McDonalds gerbil trail unless you’re sure they know how to climb back down again because you’ll NEVER want to go back there EVER again if you have to go through those sewers to retrieve your darling. It’s really fuckin’ gross in there and we were at a rather new McDonalds.

Up the ladder
Down the rabbit hole

The other free place to visit and play is the mall. Sophia loved playing with the shopping cart. We wanted to rent one but couldn’t figure out how much is cost or where to go to rent it. I later learned that it cost five dollars and they keep your credit card until you return the cart. I guess that’ll keep people from spending too much. ;-)

Car shopping, kid style

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Package from Gramma

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Kurt’s mom sent an unexpected package to Sophia. Personally, I think she was testing our mentally deficient postal worker because she was one number off on the zip code. Gramma used the zip code for our old PO Box instead of the one for our street address, easy mistake. Postal worker passed the test, the package arrived. ;-)

Gramma sent Sophia a shiny ruby red bag with a window so she, and everyone else, can see all her important stuff. When Kurt saw the bag he said, “who would want a bag where you can see everything?” A toddler would, of course! Gramma also sent a faux snakeskin make up bag, 1970’s looking shiny gold coin purse, a black lipstick case, and a replacement pack of alphabet flashcards.

ruby red bag

She also included a note that reads, “Dear Sophia, I am sending you this new tote bag so you can throw out the shoebox. I hope you enjoy carrying all of your valuables in your new bag. Love, Gramma”

I actually threw out the shoebox a couple weeks ago after allowing her to hold it while eating strawberries. The result was not pretty. The poor box looked like a victim of the Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre.

Kurt asked me to show a close-up of the letter. Here it is. He didn’t make the request for preservation purposes nor to show off Gramma’s penmanship, nope. He wants me to point out the 1980’s unicorn and rainbows stationary.

Unicorns and rainbows stationary

Speaking of packages, that stationary makes me think of the 1986 movie, Labyrinth and the gratuitous shots of David Bowie’s crotch. Mostly I think about the crotch shots. I think his crotch should have had its own listing in the credits of that film. David Bowie’s crotch played by the crotch of David Bowie. Think of the ‘hand print’ on the Hollywood squares. If David Bowie’s crotch received separate payment for film exposure time, how would he sign for it, and would that constitute prostitution?

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Up North to Alaska

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March 7th Sophia went on her first plane ride ever. We went up to Alaska to see her great-grandma and all of her second cousins on my dad’s side of the family. I was worried that Sophia would have my ear problem and air travel would be a nightmare. I don’t travel well. It doesn’t take much for me to feel extreme ear pain as the plane descends. Sophia was fantastic! And no Tylenol or Baby Benadryl required. I just tried to time her feedings for when the plane was changing elevation and let the swallowing action help keep her ears regulated. We landed in Alaska a passenger about two rows back said to us, “Well at least she’s a good traveler.” On the way back home, a woman in front of us turned around to get her bag from the overhead at the end of the flight and said, “Oh-my-gosh I didn’t even know there was a baby behind us!”

While in Alaska Sophia got to meet two of her great-aunts (my dad’s sister and one of my mother’s sisters), her only great-grandma and all six of her second cousins on my father’s side. We weren’t there for very long but we did get to venture just south of Anchorage to where Portage Glacier *used* to be (I can remember as a child when we would make a pit stop at the visitor’s center on the way up to Anchorage and I would climb around on the glacier. Now you can’t even see the glacier from the visitor’s center. You have to take a boat to see it. – No such thing as global warming my f*&@#^& ass!). We went to an area that for as long as I can remember was nothing but a dead forest (earthquake damage from 1964) that has now been turned into a Big Game Wildlife Rehabilitation Center. The bears were out because Alaska had been having some unusually warm weather. We had grandma’s dog in the car with us as we drove through and every time she barked at the bears, Sophia burst into uncontrollable giggles. I got some of it on video. It was absolutely hilarious! The file is just too big for me to post. I’ll have to edit it or something.

It was like herding cats!

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Uncle George

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Not only would I love to actually meet my favorite performer but I also wish I were related to him. I don’t want him as a dad for a couple reasons. 1) I love the dad I have and you technically only get one of those. I know someone with four moms but she’s a little odd. :P 2) I have never seen an interview with his daughter so I don’t know if she turned out ok.

I think he’d be cool as an uncle or great-uncle. Because my paternal grandma would have been a little young (physically possible, but a little young) to give birth to George he would have to be my great-uncle and he would have been raised Mormon instead of Catholic. If he were a part of the maternal side of my family he could be my uncle but then his name would probably be Jorge. Why do I want to be related to him? I think it would have added a fun completely different intellectual car crash type dynamic to our family gatherings. *evil grin*

I’ve seen him perform in Vegas, but never actually had an opportunity to meet him. In a way I’m glad I haven’t because I’m afraid I’d probably say something stupid. I mean what do you say to someone you absolutely idolize? I think he’s awesome. He is without a doubt my favorite comedian, Mr. George Carlin.

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