Success! Orange juice + twist of lime + club soda = tart, only-slightly-sweet soda that is very refreshing (and pretty in a big wine glass.) (My friend hates the flavor, says it would be better with ginger ale. I say he’s Completely Missing the Point.)
I wanted to do a thoughtful blog post, but I’ve posted thoughtful comments on a lot of other blogs today, and I’m tapped out. Instead I’m gonna be silly.
So I was looking at various baby products, and it occurred to me that if I owned these, they would almost certainly not be used for their proper purpose. So I made a list: intended use vs. predicted use 🙂
- intended use: listen to make sure baby doesn’t make any weird noises during the night
- predicted use: let me hear when the oven beeps when I’m in the back room
- intended use: keep baby from getting out of safe, baby-proofed areas
- predicted use: give cats exercise, develop new and interesting callouses on my knees
- intended use: dangly shiny things to entertain baby
- predicted use: cat toy
Baby Kneepads (cuz apparently that’s a thing?)
- intended use: keep baby’s cute widdle knees away from the cold hard floor
- predicted use: get two pairs. Place on knees and hands. Place baby on tile or wood floor. Hilarity ensues.
- intended use: soothe baby to sleep with gentle lights and music
- predicted use: soothe Mommy to sleep with gentle lights and music. (Alternately, reprogram music. Use for parties.)
[Insert pretty much any baby toy here]
- intended use: baby toy
- predicted use: cat toy
- intended use: mildly apathetic companions, who grace us with their presence and aesthetic appeal, and occasionally deign to give warmth, purrs, and snuggles
- predicted use: baby toy (and learning opportunity)
So yeah, I probably shouldn’t be allowed baby items.
I’m also getting kinda silly this season – I just can’t help thinking that a year from now, it’ll be rice-baby’s first Christmas! Also I get to sing Christmas carols now. I don’t know what it is, I’m not even Christian, but damn I love carols – especially the religious ones. “O Holy Night” is about as religious as they come, and I can NOT sing it without getting teary-eyed. Possibly because of the lyrics on the oft-ignored but beautiful last verse, and possibly because the melody is so potentially emotional, but I just love it. (I feel the same way about “I Heard The Bells on Christmas Day” – the one with the minor melody [there’s, like… 3 melodies that I know of for the exact same song] – possibly, again, because of the message in the lyrics, which is beautiful regardless of religion.)
In related news, I have the most beautiful Christmas tree ever! And it’s lasted almost a full week so far without the cats destroying it!