Note To Future Self

(ever so slightly belated) Congratulations Jeff and Christy!

I like carrots. I don’t mean that in the eat-carrots-turn-orange sense. Rather, I like growing carrots. I’m a fairly incompetent home vege-patch gardener, but somehow, every year we get piles of carrots. They don’t ask for much, they’re tolerant of weeds. They don’t die at the drop of a hat (or a spike in the thermometer), and they don’t get funny diseases. And, at the end of it all, they’re pretty versatile in the kitchen.

There’s nothing more satisfying than heading out the backyard, pulling up a coupla big orange fatties and popping them straight into dinner.

Yum.

In case you missed it yesterday.

Yogurt == Yum

Yes, eating again. Truth be told, it’s the only time she sits still long enough to get out the camera.

First bananas, then strawberries and plums. Now yogurt.

Remember, if it doesn’t say Clearwater on the tub, the baby’s going to throw it on the floor.

Now available in a convenient 2 kg tub.

Yum.

Has it really come down to this?

1. Long movies of corn being eaten (21MB)
2. Short movie of corn being eaten (6MB)

Yes indeed.

Yesterday, we were treated to a bit of impromptu theatre:

Ode to a Plum

There was some serious oratorial accompaniment, most of which was in iambic heptameter. Sadly, it was also in ancient French, so it was way over my head.

And for an encore, a preview of a new work:

The Ennui of Modern Existence

sniff. Pass the tissues.

No more Martha Graham documentaries before bedtime, I think.