Fresh, New Smartness

Recently at my place of employment they decided to implement a new surf-control service on our internet access. Basically, what this means is that they have blocked my ability to visit most blogs (the ability to leave comments has been blocked for quite a while) as well as to post to my blog and Twitter. So, work has gotten incrementally more boring. I was discussing this issue with myself on my way to work this morning; about how much it sucks that I can’t post and how my blog is suffering because of the lack of access. I can’t post at work and it’s nearly impossible to post at home, because, really, who could post when this adorable child is whining vying for their attention?

Then, because I come up with the best ideas when I talk them through with myself, I realized something. Hey! I can still write posts, just not online. And hey! They might be better quality too since I can’t just put some random words up on the screen all lickity-split and hit post. Plus, I’d have time to edit what I write as well. I can be a total genius sometimes. (Also, I’ve just discovered that it takes me about three tries to spell “genius” correctly.)

In other news, I’m a complete nerd. This weekend my sister introduced me to the game Bananagrams, and I’m hooked. I’m already a complete board, card, and video game geek, so it wasn’t like it was difficult to hook me, but I think this one reeled me in faster and harder than usual. I played all weekend, and even got a bit touchy when the rest of the family was done playing and I wasn’t ready to quit quite yet. (Don’t worry, I was able to reign in the tantrums.) The real kicker is that Aaron won’t play with me (see also: Scrabble, Trivial Pursuit, You Don’t Know Jack, and any other game that I regularly win), so I’m left craving a game and have no one to play with me. It’s useless to buy the game for that very reason, because then I’ll just bug him more and that’s no fun for either of us.

The game also revealed that I am my family’s human dictionary. We would be playing and my mom, dad, or sister would ask if some word was a word, and I’d give them the verdict. They often didn’t believe me that the word they used wasn’t really a word (for example, my dad’s insistence that “dongle” was a word – it’s totally not it totally is, we were just using a dictionary from the ‘70s. Oops!), or that the weird combination of letters I played (for example, epee, lea, gamine, que, and any more) were.

I just saw, when finding the link for Banangrams, that they have a Facebook app. Guess I know how I’ll be spending my evening after the Gabbster goes to bed!

P.S.

I was going to put this on the last post, but forgot and thought maybe it might be better separate:

Is anyone out there planning on going to Blogher and in need of a roommate? I'm thinking about going and need to make the decision by the end of the month and the end of early registration.

My Tiny Covergirl

Gabbie loves to have her picture taken. As soon as the camera comes out she starts smiling and hamming it up for the camera. The above picture was one of many taken that night and she's got a huge smile on her face in every picture.

After a few pictures, the smile is still there, but she starts blinking a lot because of the flash, so we usually start to put the camera away, and she whines for us to take a few more. Even more than having her picture taken, she loves to look at pictures of the baby on our computer. I'm almost certain she doesn't know it's her, but she's such a social girl and she LOVES other babies. And big kids. Pretty much anyone actually. It's adorable.

She's going to be nine months old this week and I'm struck by what a big girl she is, and, at the same time, how tiny she still is. She'll always be my Itty Bitty, but currently she still is itty bitty. She's working really hard on walking these days, and I keep telling her to stop - she's growing up too fast!

Blissfully Banal

Today I'm home from work (Yay President's Day!) with Gabbie, and we're playing. Probably napping as well, but mostly playing. This is likely going to be a great day.

We caught one of our friends lately saying that we've become boring since the baby came along. I think he was just joking, and didn't know we were there, but it's pretty true. We don't go out much, our stories are all about Gabbie, and our lives revolve around this little one. Not that my life was terribly exciting before she came along - it wasn't - but I can see how, as the only couple with a small child among our group of friends, it would seem we've become very boring.

Truthfully, though, I wouldn't have it any other way, even if someone paid me handsomely. I love my life these days.