Hmm...

So what to write about next?

There’s Ethan’s birthday celebration at my parents’ house – and the awesome gift of the rocket set that my brother got him, and how we shot the first one up to over 900 feet, and that wasn’t enough, so after lunch, we put together the second one and shot that up over 1000 feet. The first time we shot the bigger one up, we nearly lost the rocket – we’d made the mistake of standing directly underneath it and as it ascended we were all standing in the same place looking directly into the sun to try to track it. It ended up going in the complete opposite direction of where we’d thought it was heading, but fortunately at that point the wind hadn’t picked up so it didn’t go too far. But then, of course, one time wasn’t enough, and so we shot it up a second time only this time, the wind had picked up just a little bit, not much really, but by the time it had gotten to the top of its flight path and the second stage of the rocket popped -- shooting the little plastic parachute out of it -- the rocket stayed in the air for another three minutes and ended up over a quarter of a mile away in a tree.

But it was awesome!!!

Or maybe I should write about Sam the Magic Man’s magic show at the party we had at our house for Ethan’s birthday. The first trick Sam pulls out of his travelling suitcase is a device that a volunteer sticks a finger into – a little blade is pushed down, and it looks like the participant is going to get a finger chopped right off, but of course, that’s the trick – the little blade appears to go right through your finger! Sam made the mistake of choosing Ethan as a 'volunteer', and seeing the look of dread on his face when Sam asked him to put his finger into the device, we weren’t sure Ethan was going to hold it together long enough to finish the trick.

But he did – and still has all ten fingers on his hands…

Or maybe I should write about all the hilarious words I keep hearing people come up with at work. People don’t ‘specifically’ speak the ‘Arabic’ language in this town, they ‘pacifically’ speak ‘Arabetic’. (Is their collection of letters the Arabet? Hmm…) We don’t check people’s ‘peripheral’ vision for driver license renewals – instead it’s ‘periphial.’ One of the court documents required for certain transactions isn’t just a notice of ‘adjudication’, it’s any of a variety of other names people have invented. (“Ad-Jude-uh-cay-shun, people, say it with me – no, not like that, say it again. Again. Oh, never mind, I’ll just write it down on this sticky note which you’ll end up losing anyway…)

(Sigh...)

I need more posts about life with our two year old. Since she was old enough to walk, she’s been in a phase of wanting to get two containers and pour liquids back and forth between them like a scientist with two beakers in a lab. She’s often at the table with two glasses of water. Or milk. Or juice. Just pouring back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, each time spilling a little more of whatever she has onto the table. And the floor, and herself, and the chair she’s sitting in. She’s also done this with entire bottles of baby shampoo and shower gel. Oh, and foaming hand soap -- which, we can tell you from experience takes a lllooonnnnggg time to get out of the carpet – but on the up side, it gives your house that ‘extra fresh’ smell that shows people you really care about personal hygiene.

But naaahhh…

You probably wouldn’t want to read about all of that…