Boop BoopPosted: February 24, 2014
Sorry for being a bad blogger. Blame post-vacation blues, the Olympics, Brian Staveley’s writing, Beejer’s parties, and HH for going on business trips.
I’m keeping it short tonight, too. Because the Kinder, who reliably sleep until at least 7 if not later, basically woke up at 5 this morning (and obvs HH is in Alabama for work). And now they’re asleep. Wine, Brian Staveley’s writing, and sleep await me.
But first of all, this happened, starting on February 11 but today was the first day I managed to film it. The audio is of DBB’s favorite game in which I pretend to cry. We can explore that later, if you like.
Now, when DBB started walking, we actually managed to film his first steps because we were ready for it and were having him practice back and forth between us. With LL, I plopped her down on her feet in the parent room at school and said to the assistant teacher, “She looks like she wants to walk. Watch her start walking right now when no one is paying attention.” Five steps. Now I get why birth order is such a thing. Anyway, then she was all camera shy about it. But today she wasn’t paying attention, probably because I was fake-crying and she was holding that fake mushroom that looks like a scary penis alien (a gift from the Huxtables as part of an otherwise awesome and not-at-all-creepy playtent). So I managed to film her walking.
In other news, a collection of things DBB has said about Siri. Yes, iPhone Siri. And yes, he likes to prompt you to ask him questions.
1) DBB: Who’s my favorite lady?
Me: Um…. [coyly] I don’t know, who is your favorite lady?
2) DBB pulls the following book down from the shelf, asks: Is that Siri?
3) DBB: Who’s my favorite boop boop robot?
4) I love Siri.
5) DBB, after accidentally closing a door on his sister: I’m sorry. [Turns to me]. Who else says that?
DBB: Siri. She says, “Boop boop. Sorry.”
How worried should I be and how soon do I need to see the movie Her?
Finally, gratuitous vacation photos, not featuring HH because he’s not home to OK posting photos of him in his bathing suit. He looked totally hot, but sometimes he worries that my blogging undermines his professional gravitas or something like that. Whatevs. If any of his clients are reading this blog, I’m like so stoked ’cause none of them know me personally. After all, making strangers read about my life is my professional goal.