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Weekend Update
Oct. 3rd, 2010 01:10 pmYesterday, after some convincing, Evan and I went to the fair. He kept telling me he didn't want to go, but I think, in reflection he just didn't know what "the fair" was. So we went:
He (we) rode the Carousel and the Ferris Wheel. I don't have a photo of him on the Ferris Wheel because I'm terrified of heights. That's love, you know, going on the Ferris Wheel because your son really wants to, all the while fearing for your life.
He was very disappointed that he couldn't ride the "real" rides (like the Pirate Ship, etc.) but reluctantly accepted that he was too small.
He also doesn't like funnel cake. I've never met a child that didn't like funnel cake.
Prize winning pickles. I've recently become interested in making pickles, which is dumb because I don't actually like pickled foods. I just think they're pretty.
I should call this "certain doom by night".
This morning, I realized I had to do something with our produce that was on the verge of going bad: three apples and an entire bag of red potatoes.
Apple coffee cake. Mmmm. (Also rejected by a small boy. Ah well, all the more for me.)
An entire bag of potatoes doesn't make as many hash browns as you might think. But they make enough.
The paperwork arrived yesterday for my settlement. I should (hopefully) have a check this week. In my first three things to purchase is a decent SLR digital camera. The screen on my pocket camera is toast (it displays all white) and you can only do so much with the iPhone.
He (we) rode the Carousel and the Ferris Wheel. I don't have a photo of him on the Ferris Wheel because I'm terrified of heights. That's love, you know, going on the Ferris Wheel because your son really wants to, all the while fearing for your life.
He was very disappointed that he couldn't ride the "real" rides (like the Pirate Ship, etc.) but reluctantly accepted that he was too small.
He also doesn't like funnel cake. I've never met a child that didn't like funnel cake.
Prize winning pickles. I've recently become interested in making pickles, which is dumb because I don't actually like pickled foods. I just think they're pretty.
I should call this "certain doom by night".
This morning, I realized I had to do something with our produce that was on the verge of going bad: three apples and an entire bag of red potatoes.
Apple coffee cake. Mmmm. (Also rejected by a small boy. Ah well, all the more for me.)
An entire bag of potatoes doesn't make as many hash browns as you might think. But they make enough.
The paperwork arrived yesterday for my settlement. I should (hopefully) have a check this week. In my first three things to purchase is a decent SLR digital camera. The screen on my pocket camera is toast (it displays all white) and you can only do so much with the iPhone.
