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Aug. 5th, 2007 02:31 pmWe have a continuing saga with the air conditioning in the Zweeble's room. That entire side of the house is way warmer than anywhere else, and we aren't having a lot of luck getting more cold air into his room. As we head into August, this bothers me. So we decided to get him a ceiling fan, and we found him this:
( check it out! )
Now, the Zweeble loves things that go around and around. He loves his mobiles. But he is fascinated with our living room ceiling fan, whom we have dubbed "Bob" (and now all ceiling fans are called Bobs, here and at my parents' house). Apparently this is universal among small children, as everyone we know has had the same thing happen with their kids. Anyway, Scott and our friend John W. put up the rocket fan in the bedroom today, and we took the Zweeble in to check it out.
First he was in awe. A Bob in his room! With *stuff* on it! He stared and stared. Then we put him in his crib and he continued to stare ... then to coo ... then to "talk" ... and kick ... and then to go completely insane with delight over this fan. To the point that we brought him into the living room so he could stare at the boring one for a while and calm down.
It, of course, lights up--and so I wonder what will happen tonight when he wakes up and sees it there.
The iMac keeps turning off for no reason--literally the same day as I finally get all the pictures onto it and off my laptop. So off to the store we go, sometime this week, to see if this is a Known Issue that can be fixed for free, or if it's too expensive to really deal with. We have two laptops and an external hard drive, so I'm not *too* freaked out at the idea of not having a desktop. I just want to be able to get all our stuff off of it.
I have a friend I've known since we were babies together (there's a group of us who lived in the same place and were born within 7 months of each other; she and I were #2 and #1, respectively, and are exactly one week apart in age), and she's getting married in November. Her bridal shower is in two weeks, and they're doing one of those "bring a recipe for the bride-to-be" things for it. I think I'm going to give her the lemon and ginger muffin recipe. She's baked wedding cakes, so I doubt she'll be intimidated by anything I could throw at her, though my homemade bread recipe (which doesn't use a bread machine) might give her pause. Of course, *any* recipe I give her will give her pause; I'm not sure she knows that I bake. She definitely knows I don't cook--the big joke at my bridal shower was how much kitchen stuff I got, since my husband is the one who cooks.
I'm playing with Scrivener, now. I think I'm in love, but we'll see. I have a free month of it.
Scott is currently putting the overhead light that was in the Zweeble's room into our bedroom. That light and the ceiling fan light have stars and planets cut into them, plus the ceiling fan has glow-in-the-dark ones on it.
(He just came out and gave me the smile that means either: a) things aren't going well or b) things are going fine and he's trying to psych me out.)
Anyway, with all these stars and things going up onto or near the ceiling, I'm thinking about college and the glow-in-the-dark stars![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gnadige and I (and probably half the dorm) had on ours, and the power outage when we spent part of the night with jkason aiming a flashlight at Erin's stars, a cluster at a time, to make them glow harder.
( check it out! )
Now, the Zweeble loves things that go around and around. He loves his mobiles. But he is fascinated with our living room ceiling fan, whom we have dubbed "Bob" (and now all ceiling fans are called Bobs, here and at my parents' house). Apparently this is universal among small children, as everyone we know has had the same thing happen with their kids. Anyway, Scott and our friend John W. put up the rocket fan in the bedroom today, and we took the Zweeble in to check it out.
First he was in awe. A Bob in his room! With *stuff* on it! He stared and stared. Then we put him in his crib and he continued to stare ... then to coo ... then to "talk" ... and kick ... and then to go completely insane with delight over this fan. To the point that we brought him into the living room so he could stare at the boring one for a while and calm down.
It, of course, lights up--and so I wonder what will happen tonight when he wakes up and sees it there.
The iMac keeps turning off for no reason--literally the same day as I finally get all the pictures onto it and off my laptop. So off to the store we go, sometime this week, to see if this is a Known Issue that can be fixed for free, or if it's too expensive to really deal with. We have two laptops and an external hard drive, so I'm not *too* freaked out at the idea of not having a desktop. I just want to be able to get all our stuff off of it.
I have a friend I've known since we were babies together (there's a group of us who lived in the same place and were born within 7 months of each other; she and I were #2 and #1, respectively, and are exactly one week apart in age), and she's getting married in November. Her bridal shower is in two weeks, and they're doing one of those "bring a recipe for the bride-to-be" things for it. I think I'm going to give her the lemon and ginger muffin recipe. She's baked wedding cakes, so I doubt she'll be intimidated by anything I could throw at her, though my homemade bread recipe (which doesn't use a bread machine) might give her pause. Of course, *any* recipe I give her will give her pause; I'm not sure she knows that I bake. She definitely knows I don't cook--the big joke at my bridal shower was how much kitchen stuff I got, since my husband is the one who cooks.
I'm playing with Scrivener, now. I think I'm in love, but we'll see. I have a free month of it.
Scott is currently putting the overhead light that was in the Zweeble's room into our bedroom. That light and the ceiling fan light have stars and planets cut into them, plus the ceiling fan has glow-in-the-dark ones on it.
(He just came out and gave me the smile that means either: a) things aren't going well or b) things are going fine and he's trying to psych me out.)
Anyway, with all these stars and things going up onto or near the ceiling, I'm thinking about college and the glow-in-the-dark stars
gnadige and I (and probably half the dorm) had on ours, and the power outage when we spent part of the night with jkason aiming a flashlight at Erin's stars, a cluster at a time, to make them glow harder.
