Today is a little slower than yesterday. Lots of fixing problems and talking to people.

Nice people, though.

Have to set up the webcam to do interviews. It works on my end, but not on the other person's. Had PF and Beanie test our home wireless to see if wireless loads video slowly, but it doesn't. Back to drawing board...At least I got to talk to beanie!!!

Ninja Maman and I are trying to figure out what kind of birds live in my back yard lake. PF caught a juvenile recently, it dove for his very lifelike minnow bait. It was very calm when he undid the hook and let it go none the worse for wear. But my neighbor said "what?? KINGFISHERS??! Nah, we have NIGHT HERONS."

Okay, except while night herons are the correct size, they aren't the correct colors.

Ninja Maman has been sending me audubon clips and pics so that I can ID these suckers. I still think they look more kingfisheresque, but kingfishers turn out to be small birds. These are pretty freaking big.

I have more pics of The Bean doing her crazy Beanish Things. She now demands ice cream. I know. We are bad for giving it to her in the first place and letting her develop a taste. Last night we ate the rest of the Rocky Road my friend brought for dessert last week. Beanie was squawking for it like a little bird with her mouth gaping. All I could think about was "crap. tree nuts. And chocolate." If my kid comes down with food allergies, it will be weird as hell because neither of us have any, but still, if she does, you know why. Rocky Road.

Her top tooth popped through last weekend and she is in good spirits again. She's very proud of these teeth. She grins with her eyes squinched up and breathes really hard a few times through her nose. It's really funny!

She also knows the word "NO!" and last night I think we were too tough on her, because she burst into tears. We are trying to make sure she has boundaries. It's hard, because we encourage her to explore and to crawl and to be independent, but she's fascinated with her daddy's vintage and/or expensive record collection, and we yell "NO BEANIE!" from across the room, we try to provide her with appropriate distractions, but it doesn't always work. Problem is, she can't always get "down" from her standing position. She can pull herself up no problem, but she hasn't got the "bend legs, plop down on bum, move away from the records" thing down quite yet. We both said NO and she just started weeping until Daddy picked her up. I think my heart nearly broke in half. She was up against the shelves and looking at each of us both saying no, and she just broke down.

My poor darling sweetie puffs. Just thinking about it makes me all teary-eyed myself.

Beanie, my love, what were we thinking?? Of COURSE you can rip daddy's records anytime you want to, don't cry my darling beanie boos....