The Long Night

Sick babies (or toddlers, or I guess children- he's long outgrown being a baby and describing anyone that tears around like Fuss 'toddler' risks public ridicule) make for nights like run-on sentences punctuated by literatures foremost advocate of semi-colon and ellipsis.

But this morning has been one of high spirits, mostly because I can't remember the last 4am wake up call he gave me. Being entertaining in the wee hours is easier to pull off as a special one night only extravaganza than as a record breaking Broadway run- you've got reserves to draw on, and the audience isn't as nit-picky from long acquaintance with your favorite techniques and stratagems.

Last night was a microcosom of the first two-odd years of his life, which makes me simultaneously wonder how I did it, and grateful that I can't remember.

Sick Day

Fuss is down with some kind of nasal invasion and took me with him. The Wife has, thus far, escaped contagion.

Aside from the feeling like crap part and the nose running down my face part it's kinda nice- he's all lethargic and just wants to sit on my lap wrapped in his buenies and watch shows. We're getting in some disease ridden quality time.

Roku is down, so we're working our way through my extensive catalog of Miyazake films.

He won't eat so I'm keeping his sippy cup filled. We'll head out to the store for kleenex and more juice when the Wife gets back from yoga class- gotta stave off CABIN FEVER.

/update
Here's the little man after I got some soup down his gullet:

True Customer Tales

A young girl in full Princess regalia (including purple jeweled tiara), chin barely cresting the counter, asked with a cute little lisp:

Excuse me...do you have any books on Boston Terriers?

She sounded exactly like Ling Ling from the Wonder Pets, which would have sent Meek into a rage.

Ripped from the Headlines

Listening to some radio thing about Egypt while pricing books I riffled the pages of one with a suspect binding and out flew two Egyptian banknotes.

One is age tanned, abused and partially shredded and reads Central Bank of Egypt One Pound. The other is crisp, square, packs all the modern anti-counterfeiting amenities and reads Central Bank of Egypt Twenty Five Piastres.

Synchronicity!

Site Update, he said grandiosely

Actually I just cleaned non-updating blogs from my roll, updated my links a bit and switched around the order of the sidebar.

Any of my valued readers who have a blog they update at least every so often, post a link in the comments and I'll get you in the mix.

Robot Language

Fuss seems to evolve mostly regardless of, or perhaps more accurately, independent of, our wishes and desires. It's a relentless process that often turns our gazes to the rear view mirror, wistfully tracking a particular favorite Fuss landmark as it recedes to the horizon.

A minor loss but one I feel sharply is his pronunciation of 'robot'.

He's always loved them, and early on decided to call them RAWbuts.

The other night we were 'having books' prior to bedtime and the Wife, coming across a robot, said "look, a RAWbut!"

"No mama, it's RObot." said Fuss with a shake of his head.

"But what about the RAWbuts?" I asked.

"They're RObots, dada."

I mean, it's great, but still.

I'm starting to miss all these little details even before he grows out of them, just because I know he will.

Devra took responsibility for Fuss' Robot enlightenment, but swore a mighty oath that Keputch will survive.

I look forward to teenage Fuss asking me to pass the keputch for his bat chicken, perhaps washing it down with a swig of red juicy.

demographics

I just noticed that at some point in the last few years Blogger added a 'stats' tab to the back end.

I used to have a little web thingie that tracked who visited and where they were from (mainly because I liked seeing what keywords they found me with), but it broke quite a while ago and I didn't miss it enough to figure out why.

As I don't write for an audience beyond a few friends it's not a big deal, but I can at least note amusing finds once in a while.

For instance, I have one reader who uses Opera!

Baxblog appeals strongly to readers in the Netherlands, #2 on the 'countries of origin' list!

15% of visitors are on Macs (which I think just means Devra in the sunroom hitting 'refresh')!

Learn something new every day.