I have been neglecting this blog for too long, my apologies to my loyal readers. The problem is that post-Christmas, there wasn't a huge amount of bloggable material. Mostly, I've been taking a lot of photos of the cat. So here's an update on the cutest person in our apartment.
With Andy, who is wearing one of his favorite Christmas gifts from his mom.
Swatting at a toy just off screen.
He wanted to hang out with me while I was getting ready for work in the morning.
"Emily, what are you doing? What's that dangly string?"
He's getting so big! And today is his 6 month birthday. Happy Birthday, Calvin! In other news, I'll be headed to Miami next week for work and the annual boat show. I am looking forward to some warmth. It's about 3 degrees right now. Brr.
Only two weeks to go, can you believe it? I have not yet done enough shopping, clearly, but I'll get to it - I am an expert last minute shopper - my dad taught me well. I was too busy this weekend anyway. On Saturday, Andy and I had our two sets of parents over for dinner. I forgot to actually take any pictures of people, but I did take some photos of the food (of course):
Steamed broccoli & cauliflower. A Lentil/potato/tomato/goat cheese salad. Also excellent.
Our lovely table. I bought the place-mats and napkins this last week to match my dishes. Note to readers: They can be acquired at Bed, Bath, and Beyond.
My parents got along well with Keith & Lois, I think. We laughed, we told good stories, we had some excellent wine and cocktails with our meal. And, in true French fashion, we ended it all with some seriously good cheese. Calvin was also a star - everyone loved him and he was remarkably well behaved. Only a little bit of attacking people's feet took place. I tried to get a photo of him for all of you just now, but he was much more interested in attacking my camera:
He was in the middle of cat-in-the-bag, after all. I should have known better.
As we do every year, the extended Miller family got together yesterday for our Thanksgiving pizza party. It was a slightly abbreviated group (I wasn't relegated to the kids' table), but I believe a good time was had by all:
The snow storm that was going on while we were there couldn't even dissuade us from some holiday cheer. Today, we woke up to a winter wonderland of sorts. Andy and I decided it would be a great opportunity to go the free ice rink near the Landmark Center in downtown St. Paul:
We had the place to ourselves as we got there right when it opened. Even when we were ready to leave, there were only about 10 other people. It was super fun!
And now, since a blog post wouldn't be complete without it, a photo of Calvin:
He's cute. I think I may have been playing Angry Birds.
... worries for another day. So here it is, the last day of our yearly epic blogging adventure. I hope everyone had fun - thanks to all my family members for playing along with me. It's always neat to see what we come up with to fill the space for 30 days in a row. As Santini said recently, we are not all lucky enough to have a kitten as an endless source of inspiration/blog material.
I normally end this whole NaBloPoMo thing with a summary post of sorts. However, since Blogger was acting up yesterday, I am going to skip it and recreate yesterday's intended post instead.
In my Muppet post a few days ago, I apparently got a key detail wrong about the reason we have Fraggle Rock on tape in the first place. I'll let him explain, for those of you that don't obsessively read my comments:
Fraggle Rock was on in the morning while you and your mother were still in bed. I had to get up earlier than either of you in order to make it to work early enough so that I would be off in time to pick you up at Pat's within the time frame that was what Pat wanted.
Every day I got out of bed, turned on the TV to HBO, started the VCR and went about the business of preparing for work. I would come up from taking my shower usually as the Fraggle Rock episode was wrapping up.
Dance your cares away, Worries for another day, Let the music play, Down at Fraggle Rock. Down at Fraggle Rock.
So I guess my dad is more awesome than I thought. And it also turns out that my (and my mom's) sleeping in habits began at an early age. Good to know. I decided it would be appropriate to post a video of the Fraggle Rock intro to follow up. Turns out, YouTube had more than I bargained for. Here, in its' entirety, is the very first episode of Fraggle Rock:
I don't expect you to watch the whole thing, but you should maybe at least listen to the theme song. It's a classic.
That brings to an end this years' NaBloPoMo. I think it has re-energized my enthusiasm for blogging like I thought it would - expect slightly more frequent posts from now on, although nothing like daily posts. After all, I'm sure you'll all want to know how Calvin is doing. Here he is, one more time for November:
Taken during a brief pause in his nightly crazy cat performance. Still cute. :-)
Blogger seems to be having some issues this evening - I have twice composed a great post, only to have it lost before I could hit post. So instead, I offer just this for tonight, a picture of Calvin:
And I guess it's not such a bad one of me, either.
My great post will have to wait until tomorrow, the last day of NaBloPoMo. Seems fitting. Right now, some local news and bedtime seems more pressing.
