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Sep. 12th, 2006

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Trying out for the circus

Elliott attempts the old walk-on-a-rolling-log manuever with a Yard o'Beef:



...and I successfully discover how to post images to LJ. And here I thought I needed a paid account.

Sep. 8th, 2006

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New cell phone

After a couple of years of sharing a cell phone with Chris, I've decided to re-enter the 21st century and get my own phone. The idea is to carry it around and, you know, answer it when it rings. I was never very good at that in the past but I'm turning over a new leaf. Honest.

Email me for the number, or if you are my LJ friend you will see it in a follow-up post.

Aug. 22nd, 2006

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Correction

Your attention, please.

Kristen ([info]macabre0) is not the only person who talked me into moving to LJ. Laura ([info]weetzie724) also deserves a full measure of credit.

Thank you. That is all.

Aug. 21st, 2006

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What a difference a week makes

Welcome, one and all, to my new and improved blog. Kristen has sold me on the varied and sundry benefits of LiveJournal, and so I'll be posting over here from now on. I plan to use the tags to keep the proud Mommy posts separate from the all-about-me posts, for those of you who are more interested in the Elliott posts than the Gretta posts, or vice versa. And if you "friend" me you get to peruse the airing of the dirty laundry, as well. Lucky you!

I'd like to preserve my Blogger history somehow. I haven't even googled yet, but is anyone already aware of a tool that will download a blog history from a service with comments intact? It shouldn't be hard to write if it doesn't already exist.

Meanwhile let's not forget to write about the kid...

Elliott news: We spent the weekend at Feinsteins' house, where Elliott got to play with Gabby, and perhaps more importantly to him, with Gabby's toys. He was overjoyed when he woke up on Sunday morning and the toys were all still there. We made the kids do lots of things together that we can use to taunt them later in life: "Elliott, can you kiss Gabby?" (He did.) We gave them a bath together. At one point, Elliott announced, "Gabby diaper gas!" and we teased him about his way with the ladies. These poor kids are going to need years of therapy.