Category Archives: Abigail

Good morning, larvae!

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That ladybug is a man!

Breakfast is more exciting now that the ladybug larvae have moved into their terrarium, a terrarium delivered rather early by Santa’s Fed Ex elves.

Things we won’t mention until much later:

  • Several of the larvae made it to Mom’s poppyseed muffins before we could retrieve them. We’re pretty sure we caught most of them, though.
  • It’s 70 degrees and humid in the terrarium, but it’s 29 degrees and not so humid outside our house. Looks like this  particular crop of larvae won’t be making it to the garden.

Another toy arrives!

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Baby bro comes to Legoland.

One of the best things about the soon-to-be bankrupt U.S. mail is that its uneven service works wonders for spreading out your birthday gifts.

If your birthday is… say… on the 15th, and you have friends and relatives that live more than a state away, you can bank on getting presents in the mail until at least the end of the month.

This year, my favorite toy arrived by stork on the 25th. He takes A LOT of batteries and several adults to maintain, but doesn’t anything worthwhile? I can’t wait until he needs his next “re-binking.”

Birthday train table assembly recap

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Proper assembly requires proper tools

  • Time to assemble: 5 hours, 23 minutes.
  • Missing parts: honest instructions, 3 screws, 7 AAA batteries, 4 gin martinis, and 1 properly-sized allen wrench.
  • Number of Chinese factory workers laughing their asses off at me: at least 1.
  • Time until first child fist fight over a train: 18 minutes.
  • Time until second child fist fight over a train: 49 minutes.
  • Time Abby managed to stay up past her normal bedtime: 1 hour, 17 minutes.
  • Chance of another birthday party at our house… ever: a solid 14 percent. Jackson might get one… but only when he turns one. Enjoy the photographic evidence.