Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Just Two Pictures

Hurray for Sweet Potatoes!!
"Hurray for Sweet Potatoes!" thought Norah as she tasted her first real food. I know I've already posted this over on Norah's page...but she was so proud of it that we wanted to post it here as well so that even our more casual readers would know all about it.


Oh, Our Poor Bradford Pear Tree
Some kindly spirit is looking out for this house. This is the second rather large tree that has fallen and just missed smashing into our home. I’m also glad I had the forethought to move my car out of the driveway.

8 comments:

Cheeseburger Brown said...

One thing treehuggers never appreciate is the pure vindictiveness of trees. It isn't wholly their fault, of course -- trees have never been very mature emotionally, and conflict resolution is a skill often forgotten once one gets too far from a forest.

Clearly, some nasty shrub has put a hit out on you and is using every trunk available to come after you.

Love,
Cheeseburger Brown

Moksha Gren said...

I hate to temp fate...but if these really are shrub-sent hit-trees, they are some of the worst hired goons I've ever seen. Oh, they've knocked out power and scared my cats, but that's it. They always attack while I'm away from the house and they alwasy miss. Stupid trees.

Now that I realize the malice intent behind the attack, however...I'll make a special point to be there to gloat while my would be assassin is fed into the wood chipper.

Anonymous said...

How do you know Norah ate any of those sweet potatoes? It looks like she is trying to hide them under her chin. Kids are sneaky ya know. Sweet potatoes are pretty good though. Do you help them out with butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon? Then they are REALLY good.

In Wink's tradition- my word verification is tvmgr...have I been watching so much tv that I am now a manager??

One Wink at a Time said...

Wow, you hit both ends of the spectrum, Mokker. Painfully Adorable first, and then Potentially Awful. You can have the tree, but when you and Moonshot are done with Norah, I'll be glad to have her. Maybe she'll share those yummy yams wit' me ;-)
Great WV, Elsa. Those would be impressive credentials, to be sure.

Mark said...

ah, yes, the first bites of food. Ben gobbled as if to say, "Where were you hiding this?" (no, not under our chins)

If a tree falls when no Gren is home, does it make noise?

One Wink at a Time said...

Just stopped in to see how y'all are doin'. I got nuttin' interestin' to say, so I'll just be moseyin' on... That's ok, don't get up, I'll let myself out. ;-) Oh, by the way, you gotta tree down in the driveway, did you know?

Moksha Gren said...

Elsa - While Norah could easily hide a few containers full of sweet potatoes under her chins...she is quite unwilling to do so. She's too busy inhaling every bite to be concerned about conserving any for later. While this pic has some food on her chin...rest assured almost every drop of that found its way to Norah's mouth.

Si - While she's not likely to let food escape her...I suppose we could start using her handy chin storage to keep an extra binky since she's alwasy loosing them.

And are you trying to stir up political outrage here on my calm little site? Making pot shots from up there just cause you know damnned well we don't know enough about your polictal landscape to fire back?

Mark - Every new food is met with the same confused face. She looks at you as if you've made a horrible mistake and brought the wrong stuff. Then she conciders it and inevitably decides to ravenously attack the new food.

To answer your question..yes. It makes the sound of my cell phone ringing when my neighbors call to tell me about it.

Linda - Yeah, we're thinking of just keeping it there. Makes for better bird watching out the kitchen window.

Actually, we can't seem to get anyone to come take it. All the tree services are so busy that they come by and make bids and then I can't get them to come do the job. Odd way to run a business, it seems to me.

One Wink at a Time said...

Too bad we're not neighbors, my lunatic husband would be out there with a chain saw trying to cut up your tree and off his leg. And I can guarantee he'd be sucessful at at least one of those endeavors.