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She liked chewing tags. |
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Testing the shoes |
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She got a balloon and a Nordy AND shoes! |
Tag: Bibi
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We had our family pictures taken by our dear friend Becky. Her darling little boy is Moxie’s crush Owen (he’s 9 months old, beautiful blue eyes, and an expert crawler). Anyway, Becky was kind enough to come over to our place and take pictures of our zany bunch. Bibi was there to help with logistics and we snapped a few pictures of her too.
Moxie skipped her nap that morning so she wasn’t as cheery as she usually is. However, Becky worked her magic and got some cutie-patootie-ness to come through.
Here’s some of our favorites:
This morning we gave Moxie her first “solid” food. She had brown rice cereal (1 part ground brown rice, 1 part breast milk, 2 parts water). She used a bowl and spoon the Buller family gave her. Moxie was more interested in the spoon than the food actually. Bibi helped cook it, Babu took video, Strider acted as the high chair, and Moxie was, as always, the main event. She ended up with a nose full of food but it seemed like the whole experience wasn’t a total failure. She didn’t really *eat* the food but she certainly moved it around in her mouth for a while. We consider it a win.
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Pili wants in the action. |
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Jess and Bibi prepare the food. |
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Um, yum? |
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The faces of Mox and food |
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Dad is the best high chair. |
Last night we had dinner with Jacque, Doug, Hannah, Uncle Tony, Bibi, and Babu. It was great. Moxie was a little off her game and only mostly took in the evening from her mama’s lap. She did get some good time with folks and was really into a carrot.
The grown ups got to talk about Hannah’s good news: she has a bad ass fellowship at NIH and we solved all the problems of the US government. The food was fabulous and the company was wonderful.
AND right now I’m blogging this from bed because the grandparents are on Moxie duty 🙂
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Mo-El and AM discuss the fine art of twiga wrestling |
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Our wonderful host and her gorgeous offspring. |
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Doug! |
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Babu is unsure. |
In honor of what I’ve heard about the Hobbit, this post has a long and unnecessary preamble. Those with valuable time may wish to skip to the contest itself, the beginning of which is obvious even though it is incorrectly called a game. (It’s clearly a contest.)
Moxie is soon moving to her own room.
That answer is currently unknown to science, so, officially, we have no comment. Unofficially, we expect you will be affected by the move, and that, in effect, that effect will be large relative to the effect on you of other things that have affected you.
Yes, otherwise you would risk being a feckless FoM, effectively.
Friend, Family or Financier of Moxie. You pick. (You may pick up to three, but must pick at least one. The last one. Pick the last one.)
You’re the one reading the blog that openly talks about her fecal fecundity.
Yes. And listen, she’s moving to the other room soon. So let’s continue. Preparations really must be made.
Well, Bob and Teresa have already done most of the heavy lifting and fancy interior design, so you can’t help there. The room is as it will be.
Well, you’re always welcome to send Moxie stuff. But a lot of people have already thought of that, so the room is decently roomy. Perhaps try another command.
Oh dear! Such language from a supposedly winning adventurer!
It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
It is not clear what you want to burn the candle with.
The match is not burning; you cannot light things with the match.
Just kidding. The room is lit and to the east you see a great idea for how you can help Moxie out with her room!
The east. There’s the idea. Go over there. East.
All right, all right. Let me do if for you:
You come upon an old, battered sign that you can just barely make out. It reads:
Ok, everyone, Moxie has dragons, and they look like this:
(If you’re lucky, you can click on the picture to make it bigger. If you’re not lucky, I’m so, so sorry.)
I won’t go into much of the backstory on these dragons because there’s a lot of pain–the real, gut-wrenching pain of love, loss and love lost–and going through it all again just isn’t fair to them. Suffice to say, they’re on the other side of all that and now Moxie has 10 dragon friends and one dragon wing friend, all of whom watch over her. (It’s a mobile; what else would they do?)
(To be completely transparent, there’s an additional dragon friend not pictured here that already has a name and will be discussed at some other point in time. This is not a page for dragon rivalry.)
So these dragons need names. (Again, long story, but there’s some people out there that’d really like to know where these dragons are. Some not so nice people. We don’t want to take any chances, so they all agreed to assume new identities.)
As is apparent from the prequel, Moxie’s dad is much too dorky to come up with these names himself, so he’s asking for help. He’s me, though, so let’s go back to the first person because I’m uncomfortable here in third. Ok, I’m handing off the naming duties to you all, but I’m too egotistical to just let this be entirely open. So I made some dorky rules for you to follow. Call them Naming Conventions.
Read the conventions with “must” as immutable; read the conventions with “should” as guidelines that can be bent if need be. The convention with “may” is entirely optional.
Ok, Convention 6 is there just in case I get too many names. I’m the final arbiter and will judge the names based on the Naming Conventions. And really, I just mean I’ll chose the ones I like best. I won’t take into account who sent the names, so reread Convention 6, please. Seriously. I’ll wait. Also, Convention 7 is pretty enjoyable, if you’ve got the time.
Here is an example from my childhood: I grew up with a dragon named Serendipity. She was a pink dragon that learned about being who she was. This is a pretty good example. Serendipity is a real word that sounds really cool, is long, and somewhat rare.
I don’t actually remember the plot that well, so I don’t know if Serendipity’s life was serendipitous, but I’m guessing it was, so Convention 2 was probably satisfied. As for Convention 6, well, I didn’t contact the author for this post, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt that he won’t feel bad that I’m not choosing Serendipity for Moxie’s dragons. She gets her own dragon names.
(I should mention that Serendipity is the inspiration for this. I don’t remember a time that I didn’t have some idea of what serendipity meant because of those books. So there’s a little bit of education motivation in all this. I hope that doesn’t taint it too much.)
All right, I know you all have favorite words that would just be great for dragon names. Leave comments. Private message me. Email me. Letter write me. Anything you want, just get me some names.
You can tell by Ryan’s facial expression he believes everything I say–as he should. It was really great to have time to chat and catch up with everyone–we hadn’t seen people in a few weeks.
Moxie got time with Hannah (congrats for recently graduating college!!), Jacque (immediately below), Ruby (pictured above), Doug (not pictured), and Karen (way below). Moxie put on a show for everyone by standing on Jacque’s lap. Her balance is crap but she’s got some strong legs. In the first picture here you can really see Moxie’s hinky ear (her left).
Before we ate Ruby lit the candles and everyone said a prayer. during the candle lighting we all got to wear cool glasses that either showed Stars of David or “Shalom” in the candle light. See below where Strider attempts to capture the cool effects (also notice the bad ass salad Jacque and Hannah brought).
The meal was amazing: brisket, latkes, green beans (Strider’s fav), homemade apple sauce, and for dessert–donuts. These people know how to party.
Doug joined us a little late–he was a little sick–but, as you can see below, not too sick to make faces at Moxie and Karen.
Moxie takes her holiday seriously.