Thursday, December 27, 2007

Fraser family Christmas was awesome. Stu and Steph and Duncan all got to come home this year. As usual, we all wore pajamas all day long, and the kids woke mom and dad in the traditional manner — by running in and jumping on their bed, screaming. All the hoopla eventually got to some of the more fragile family members.

Caspian discovered that Aunt Stephanie, of course, was the best food book reader.

Most of the time, however, the grown kids played with our new Wii. We mostly stuck to tennis (which made it more fun to watch the flailing IRL players) and bowling (which resulted in fewer injuries). I cracked Charlie's elbow once in tennis, and dad clocked one of the boys...twice. The next morning, we were soooo sore from our sweaty workout! Eventually we even got mom involved, which was a mistake considering she played competitive tennis. Steph and I even prepared traditional bowling alley food (mozzarella sticks, pizza, nachos, and jalepeƱo poppers) for our bowling marathon one night!

Friday for lunch we all went to Tomo for sushi. I got a double helping of eel (naturally) with miso soup. Caspian so impressed Uncle Duncan with his prowess in straw-bubble-blowing, that Duncan shared his miso with him (he also ate tempura, rice, and noodles from various other family members).

While at Tomo, he showed off his entire complement of eating signs:
more, thank you, all done...

...and, although there were none: cookie.

Also over the holiday, Caspian picked up a new "sign" from Grandma Bonnie: "Praise Jesus!"

Monday, December 24, 2007

Christmas Eve eve (AKA 12/23)

Everyone in the Fiskeaux and Fraser families went to the Christmas Eve service at the Wilmore Free Methodist Church, and Caspian stayed with us in the service. He was so good! Most of the time, he played with the candles and candle holders with his grandmas. One man mentioned the "little baby Jesus" in his prayer, and in the midst of the solomn silence that followed...Caspian burst out laughing! I was sitting next to an old high school friend who nudged me when it happened (like, "That's your son!"), and we both started giggling.

Caspian enjoyed having the run of the church's long aisles (especially since Aunt Stephanie was trailing behind).

Later, Caspian gave his first address from the pulpit.

Afterwards, we went back to the Fiskeauxs for the family gift exchange.

Caspian later put his new Water Symphony dolphin set to the test...

...and "found" the star!

Mommy got new boots from Daddy. Yay, Daddy!

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

This is a cool t-shirt.

Super-Cool Holiday Performance!

Charlie l-o-v-e-s Ron Paul (he gets so animated when he talks about him, I jokingly refer to RP Charlie's boyfriend). Since most people don't know anything about Ron Paul, Charlie regularly sends out e-mails with links to good articles and YouTube clips. I don't always get the chance to visit the links in all of Charlie's Ron Paul e-mails, though. :) One of the articles he referenced in his last e-mail, however, was actually interesting and very succinctly written! It also contained a lot of information I didn't know. It was good enough that I felt compelled to share it with you!

Who Are These Kooks?

By Chuck Baldwin

December 18, 2007

This column is archived at

According to the Associated Press, "Republican presidential hopeful Ron Paul's supporters raised over $6 million Sunday to boost the 10-term congressman's campaign for the White House."

The AP report also said, "The [Paul] campaign's previous fundraiser brought in $4.2 million."

According to the Paul campaign website, "In a 24-hour period on December 16, the campaign raised $6.026 million dollars, surpassing the one-day record of $5.7 million held by John Kerry.

"During the day, over 58,000 people contributed to Dr. Paul's campaign, including 24,940 first-time donors. Over 118,000 Americans have donated to the campaign in the fourth quarter.

"The $6 million one-day total means the campaign has raised over $18 million this quarter, far exceeding its goal of $12 million."

Now, if one listens to most of the political pundits in the major media, Ron Paul is some kind of "kook," and his supporters are also a bunch of "kooks." So, the question must be asked, Just who are these kooks that are supporting him, and why are they giving Ron Paul all this money?

First, let's take a look at this "kook" who is receiving all this money. Ron Paul was born the third son of Howard and Margaret Paul, and was brought up with a work ethic in which one worked six days a week and went to church on Sunday. His first job was at age 5 helping his uncle wash bottles. He worked all the way through his youth mowing lawns, delivering newspapers, working in a drug store, delivering furniture and laundry, etc.

In high school, Ron was a track star, winning state as a junior in the 220-yard dash and running 2nd in the 440. His time in the 100-yard dash was 9.8. That's pretty good. I was never able to break 10-flat in the 100. Although, I bet I could have beaten him in the 50-yard dash. He also wrestled in high school. Coincidentally, so did I. But here Ron leaves me: he was president of the student council and an honor student. I never accomplished that. I was just glad to get promoted to the next grade. Even as a senior statesman, Ron Paul keeps himself in terrific shape. Have you seen him lately? He still maintains a rigorous exercise regimen.

Ron's two brothers are both ministers, and he became a medical doctor. He graduated from Duke University School of Medicine. When the Cuban Missile Crisis arose, Ron became a flight surgeon in the U.S. Air Force. He also served in the Air National Guard.

As an OB/GYN physician, Dr. Paul has delivered more than 4,000 babies, and he and his wife, Carol, have been married for more than 50 years. They have 5 children, 18 grandchildren and 1 great-grandchild. Ron Paul is currently in his 10th term as a congressman from Texas.

As a congressman, Ron Paul has never taken a government-paid junket. He is not accepting a government pension. He returns a portion of his office budget every year to the taxpayers. As a member of Congress, he has never voted a raise for himself. Do you know any other member of Congress that can make such a claim? Of course you don't, because Ron Paul is truly one-of-a-kind.

Former President Ronald Reagan said this about Ron Paul, "Ron Paul is one of the outstanding leaders fighting for a stronger national defense. As a former Air Force officer, he knows well the needs of our armed forces, and he always puts them first. We need to keep him fighting for our country."

Perhaps this helps explain why many of the "kooks" supporting Ron Paul are active-duty military personnel. In fact, Ron Paul has received more campaign contributions from active-duty military personnel than any other Presidential candidate from either party.

But who are the other "kooks" supporting Ron Paul? What kind of people give more than $18 million in a quarter-year to a Presidential candidate that is almost universally ignored by the mainstream press? What kind of people give record contributions to a Presidential candidate that is lampooned by his fellow Republican Presidential contenders?

For example, Mike Huckabee recently said he could support any of the other Republican Presidential contenders (including Rudy Giuliani), except Ron Paul. That means, Mike Huckabee would rather support a pro-abortion, pro-gay marriage, pro-gun control liberal such as Giuliani than support the pro-life, pro-traditional marriage, pro-Second Amendment candidacy of Ron Paul. Why is that?

Furthermore, why are the entire major media and establishment Republican machine either ignoring or lampooning a distinguished Air Force veteran, medical doctor, and ten-term Congressman? What is it about Ron Paul that the elite are so afraid of?

Here is something else: while Ron Paul's contributions have exploded, Mike Huckabee is all but broke! How can that be? How can a political "front-runner" be out of money, while a man who "doesn't have a chance" is breaking fundraising records?

So, who are these "kooks" who are sending Ron Paul so much money? And just why are they sending him so much money? I will tell you who they are, because I am one of them. They are rank-and-file, tax-paying citizens who are sick and tired of out-of-control federal spending and deficits. They have had it with an arrogant federal government that runs roughshod over both the Constitution and the liberties of the American people. They are people who have had enough of the IRS, the BATFE, and a thousand other federal agencies that have "erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people, and eat out their substance." (Declaration of Independence)

They are people who see through the phony, disingenuous federal politicians who only want to fleece the American citizenry for the purpose of building their own personal fortunes. They have had it with the Military-Industrial complex that desires to build international empires at the expense of the blood and sacrifice of the American people. They have had it with David Rockefeller and his Council on Foreign Relations. They have had it with the arrogance of George W. Bush and Nancy Pelosi.

They are sick and tired of paying outlandish taxes for a public education system that produces high school graduates who cannot read and write. They are sick and tired of working for 30 years to pay off a mortgage, only then to be forced to pay extortion money (a.k.a. property taxes) for the rest of their lives to the feudal state. They are sick and tired of the government telling them what they can and cannot do with their own property. They are sick and tired of watching people with food stamps buy T-bone steaks and expensive Nike tennis shoes while they are forced to buy fatty hamburger and cheap sneakers.

They are sick and tired of watching their manufacturing jobs go to China and India. They have had it with money-hungry businessmen who hire illegal Mexicans at slave labor wages. They have had it with labor unions promoting politicians who support NAFTA, CAFTA, and the FTAA. They are sick and tired of being bled dry at the gas pump.

They have had it with this phony "war on terrorism" that sends trillions of dollars to nations throughout the Middle East, but refuses to close our own borders to illegal immigration. They have had it with the "war on drugs" and the "war on terror" being used as excuses to trample people's freedoms. They have it with Vicente Fox and Felipe Calderon. They have had it with Bush's North American Union. They have had it with Joel Osteen and Rick Warren. In short, they have just had it!

They also know that a vote for any other Presidential candidate is a vote for more of the same. Democrat or Republican: it is more of the same. Ron Paul, and Ron Paul alone, will bring a revolution of freedom and independence to America. Believe me, the Ron Paul revolution is bigger than Ron Paul. This is the beginning of a

No matter what ultimately happens to Ron Paul's candidacy, the fight to return America to its roots of freedom and independence has started. The fire is lit. There is no putting it out. There will be other Ron Pauls, other campaigns, other spokesmen, other fundraising. The people supporting Ron Paul will not be silenced; they will not be ignored; they will not be intimidated. In truth, Ron Paul's campaign may just be the beginning of the end of the elitist, globalist, stranglehold over America.

As one who is also fed up with the globalist goons that dominate the two major parties, I join the Ron Paul revolution and vow to fight for the rest of my life for the freedom and independence of these United States. This means I will never again support a business-as-usual, millionaires-club, globalist toady from either party ever again! I will only support candidates who are fully committed to restoring
constitutional government. If that makes me a kook, so be it.

(c) Chuck Baldwin

Please visit Chuck's web site at

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Fluff update!

switching hats with Grandpa Kirk at Wilmore Old-Fashioned Christmas

He loves getting drinks from our kitty-discipline squirt bottles. Charlie took this picture when Caspian figured out how to squirt himself (which he did in his own face, on purpose, several times).

We love our family bed!

right after Charlie's work Christmas dinner (us) & right after a big drink of water (Caspian)

my sick boy, cuddling with Grandma Bonnie last week

...not too sick to notice the forbidden glasses, though.

Charlie left his too-big sweatshirt in the living room yesterday, and when it was spread out it looked like a Caspian-sized bearskin rug. The fact that Caspian willingly laid on it the way I wanted is an indication of how tired he was.
Yeah, yeah — I know. I have a good excuse, though. Last week I was sick...then Caspian and I were both sick...then I was still sick but Caspian's fever time for two new teeth to come in. He was sooooo cranky and off-schedule, it was awful — he woke up from every nap crying, poor baby.

Sunday was really crazy, and that didn't help either. Charlie got a GPS for a Christmas bonus, so we returned it to Best Buy for store credit, hoping to get a Wii. We found out they were releasing their Wii stock on Sunday morning, so we went super-early, but the claim tickets were all gone. Somebody mentioned that Toys 'R Us next door had some, so we went over and got the last one! We decided to check back at Best Buy when they released the unclaimed Wiis at noon and scored another one to sell on eBay! Between our two Wii-ventures, we went to the Urgent Treatment Center (because the automatic sliding door on our minivan closed on my arm Saturday night ) and church. On Sunday afternoon, I went to a cookie-baking party at a customer/friend's house (she provides the staples and the equipment, you bring your recipe and any specialty ingredients), and it was such a fun getaway! I'd forgotten how nice it was to hang out with adult women. I left home as soon as Caspian fell asleep at 3:30, then Charlie laid down with him and they slept until 7:30! Not surprising considering what an early and long day he'd had. He definitely had a growth spurt this week, too. Charlie thinks he's an inch or two taller!

I just made these flourless cookies last night. We were pouring over recipes as possibilies for a potluck on Thursday, and Charlie was going I made some as a practice run.
Easy Peanut Butter Presses
(Pampered Chef, plus a little Hilary)
1 c. sugar
1 c. peanut butter
1 egg
* ½ c. or 1 c. mini chocolate chips *
* 2 T peanuts, chopped *
Combine egg and sugar, then mix in peanut butter until completely blended. If you're Hilary, add ½ c. mini chocolate chips. Use a cookie press to form the cookies (or if you're Hilary, level scoops with a melon baller sprayed with Pam). Bake at 350 for 12-14 minutes until set and light golden brown. After cookies have cooled, melt ½ c. chocolate chips in the microwave and drizzle chocolate over them. Top with chopped peanuts, if desired.

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Sunday, December 09, 2007

Caspian and I both have icky colds/sinus infections. I'm constantly wiping both our noses. The cool thing that came out of this, though, is that he's started blowing his nose when I put a tissue up to it. I can usually only get one blow per go, but it's helping a little. Yesterday, though, he was leaning up against the couch when I tried to get him to do it...and instead of blowing into the tissue, he pushed into his pants! It was hard not to laugh and break his concentration, but there he was, bent over the couch with a tissue to his face, pushing and grunting!

The night before last, Caspian was in one of his "I'm too wired to sleep" moods. We were starting to get a little fed up with his stalling tactics, as it was after midnight and we were all in bed already. First he wanted "boo," then 80 drinks of water...but then he kept asking to pray, over and over. How do you say "no" to that? He doesn't know the sign for "pray" (we hadn't taught it), but he knows it involves "holding hands and closing eyes and bowing heads" (which is what we say after "It's time to pray!"), so he signs "read" then flips and flops his hands and fingers around each other when he wants to pray. Whenever we get to the "Amen," he grunts "unh unh" just after. That night, he just kept signing "more, more!" when we'd finish. It really makes you think, "Umm, do we realize what we're being asked to do here?" What a blessing! After about 7 or 8, though, we were falling asleep. At that point, I told Caspian it was his turn to lead the prayer!

He is getting so tall! Things that were safe just last week are now getting pulled down left and right! It's hard to get frustrated because I'm so proud of him. Speaking of proud, he finally started signing "please" on his own last week! He's combining it with the signs for whatever he wants, which is also exciting.

Lately he's been saying "nah nah nah nah" at seemingly-random times, and it's been driving us crazy trying to figure out what he's saying. It sounds the same as "banana" ("nah NAH nah"), except the inflection is totally different. Last night, we think we figured out it means "no no no" (great). Charlie took him into the bedroom, and Caspian didn't want to go. He said "nah nah nah nah" and shook his head "no".

I didn't write this, but I did tweak it a little:

An atheist was walking through the woods. "What majestic trees!" "What powerful rivers!" "What beautiful animals!" he said to himself. As he walked alongside the river, he heard a rustling in the bushes behind him. He turned and saw a 7-foot grizzly bear charge towards him!

He ran as fast as he could up the path. He looked over his shoulder & saw that the bear was closing in on him. He looked over his shoulder again, & the bear was even closer. He tripped & fell on the ground. He rolled over to pick himself up, but the bear was right on top of him, reaching for him with his left paw & raising his right paw to strike him.

At that instant the Atheist cried out, "Oh my God!"

Time Stopped. The bear froze. The forest was silent.

As a bright light shone upon the man, a Voice came out of the sky, "You deny my existence for all these years, teach others I don't exist and even credit creation to cosmic accident. Do you expect me to help you out of this predicament? Am I to count you as a believer?"

The atheist looked directly into the light. "It would be hypocritical of me to suddenly ask you to treat me as a believer now." He continued in desperation, "...but perhaps you could make the BEAR a Christian?"

"Very Well," said the voice. The light went out. The sounds of the forest resumed. Hopefully, the atheist looked up at the bear.

The bear brought his paws together, bowed his head, and spoke: "Lord bless this food, which I am about to receive from thy bounty through Christ our Lord. Amen."

That ranks right up there with the old lady and the groceries story. :D
Here's another one I didn't write:
"ONE LESS: My DD will be one less girl to be injected w/ a substance of questionable value and unknown safety w/o her informed consent!"

Thursday, December 06, 2007

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Enter to win a $250 shopping spree from Along For the Ride, your source for baby-wearing fashion finds!

You have until midnight December 31 to tell them which baby carrier is on your wish list this year. Maybe it's the Moby Wrap that Caspian enjoyed so much...?

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Boy, I'm glad the Diaper Hunt is only twice a year! I did order some yummy stuff from Blue House Soaps, though. It all looks delicious...and I'm not even a bath & body type girl! If you want to order, put my name in the comments as a referral, pleeeeeease!

Caspian is signing "thank you" now whenever I say it to him, so I guess that's a start. Of course, he doesn't quite have the one finger down; it's the same guesture as when he blows kisses (open palm to mouth). I've said "thank you" to him the most, recently, whenever he doesn't bite me as he de-latches. Ouch. Praise God, it got through to him that I didn't like it!

On Thanksgiving, Caspian got his first whipped cream "shot" from mommy (and you can really see his little red curly baby 'fro).

Belated Halloween Photos! We dressed him as "Prince Caspian" — aka putting him in a cape and homemade crown (craft foam stapled to a baby beanie, then duct-taped). He actually won second place in the Wilmore costume contest for the hotly-contested 3-and-under age group! Did his winning smile and shameless waving sway the judges? We'll never know. The highlights of his night were the balloon he got from a local political candidate and the glow stick from the Free Methodist youth group, but he also really enjoyed striding around with a cape flowing out behind.

Bonus Photos!

Getting water out of his ear after a bath. Think he's tired?

The day after mommy tried some of her defrizzer on his hair. Flat? Weird! Bring back the curls!

Fun in the park next door!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

When Caspian tries to sign "please" (with prompting), he goes through "more," "book," "all done," and then random hand flailing. I'm looking for a good DVD signing series for this age, maybe to get with Christmas money.

When listing his verbal vocabulary, I forgot to mention the ever-present "banana" and post-prayer "amen" (which sounds kind of like a fake sneeze, to be honest). Charlie was teaching him to bray like a horse last night, too. Instead of "neigh" they were shaking their heads and going "brrrr" with their lips. It was pretty funny.

When we went next door to the park today, Caspian kept going "blech!" whenever he walked by pieces of trash. (I know, I know -- we should've picked them up.) There's also a bench in the park that is made up of a bunch of little holes, and he enjoyed picking up handfuls of mulch and leaves and poking them through the holes.

I've read this a million times, but I always laugh at one particular line:

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...

By the time I get to the line about the dog being "obviously retarded," I lose it!

Monday, November 26, 2007

Oooh...guiltyguiltyguilty feelings! My last post was in September!?! I have got to get back into a routine that involves online time, seriously. I felt bad taking so much time up online instead of working or being with Caspian that I haven't really let myself do anything! I'm sorry, OL friends!!

Babies/toddlers grow so fast, it's hard to wrap my brain around the sheer volume of stuff they learn each week. Mine turns 16 months today! On Friday I just cut Caspian's nails for the first time while he was awake -- he actually sat there and let me do it! He does "gimme five," gives kisses (open-mouthed only), and waves on command. He also loves to climb, make animal noises, and look at his flash cards. When music plays that he likes, he conducts it; he also does a bouncy dance which just recently started involving stomping his feet on the floor. He is very confident about getting down from high places, like the couch and the bed (by laying on his belly and sliding off).
He uses signs for more/gimme/please (all of which look like the sign for "again"), nurse, food, drink, down, book/read, and all done. We're trying to teach him the initial consonant sounds for some things, but he only does paci and pig (puh-puh-puh) and duck and dog (deh-deh-deh) consistently. Caspian's everyday vocabulary consists of mama and dada, Grandma ("MAmama") and Grandpa ("Daaaaa"), "ah ah ah" (like the Count from Sesame Street), "that"/"what," and "up." He's also started saying "Bleccch!" and sticking his tongue out when we see/do something gross (which is a line from one of his books).
He has 9 teeth and loves vegetables best. Today he ate an insane amount of beans, rice, and ground beef, plus almost half a piece of pumpkin pie! His most recent (but short-lived) obsession was with getting his nose salined and aspirated, which is probably because he's always congested nowadays. He loved it for about 2 days, but now he still asks for it but won't actually let me near his nose. He nurses about 4 or 5 times during the day, plus 2 or 3 times at night (grumble, grumble). We still co-sleep, and it is sooo funny to see him sitting up in the middle of the night, swaying and weakly signing "more" and "nurse" in his half-stupor (after pulling or smacking my shirt front for attention). Most of his (red) hair is growing in a curly strip down the middle of his head, like a faux-hawk.
He's now been to the church nursery 4 times by himself (the 2 weeks prior, we were in with him, then watching through the window), and he adores it. He's a humongous flirt and laughs whenever he hears anyone laughing (and claps when he sees or hears clapping). It is so exciting to see him bringing joy to strangers everywhere we go. I hope he retains that quality when he gets older.

We went to a movie (Enchanted) with my parents on Thanksgiving Day and took this picture. It's pretty good, except for Charlie's crappy-lighting-induced undereye circles. :p

Sunday, September 30, 2007

I finally updated his bunny picture progression! Click to see it full-size (and you're gonna have to scroll...)

Need some really involved time-wasters? Check out this list of photo memes!

"Never go to bed angry, stay up and plot your revenge."

'What is your personal life motto?' at

"Be nice to your enemies - it will drive them crazy"

'What is your personal life motto?' at

Monday, September 24, 2007

My "Dream Home," as determined by an online quiz:

Your home is a

Magic Magnate's Castle

Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because you "have people for that." There's a Chocolatessen, which is rapidly becoming your favorite room of the house. Having one is also becoming a trend among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has hardback editions of every classic ever written, plus a special edition of Rich Dad, Poor Dad with the parts you ghost-authored highlighted. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage.

Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Your guests enjoy your home theater with hi-def plasma screen TV, and the thrones you watch it from. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.

And, you have a pet -- a doberman pincer named "Warren".

Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

Find YOUR Dream Home!

This is the second one I got, which I like much better. Well, they could just be two different wings of the, estate.

Your home is a

Philanthropic Wizard's Mansion

Your kitchen is manned by a team of Keebler Drow Elves. There's a Chocolatessen, which is rapidly becoming your favorite room of the house. Having one is also becoming a trend among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is decorated to look like the treetop village of the Galadhrim. Your study has every fantasy novel ever written, including multiple editions of the Silmarillion and advance copies of Dungeons and Dragons Fifth Edition. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage.

Your home also includes a roost for griffons. You've never actually seen a griffon, but you keep the roost ready anyway. Your guests enjoy your home theater with hi-def plasma screen TV, and the thrones you watch it from. Outside is the moat that protects your home from goblin invaders and extended family.

And, you have a pet -- a unicorn named "Shadowhooves".

Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

Find YOUR Dream Home!

Caspian had a doctor's appointment yesterday because I found a pea-sized lump under the skin on his right leg. It feels like there's a little ball in there stuck to his muscle or something. The doctor said the lump could be one of two things. It's either a little bit of something that got under his skin (like glass or wood) when he was crawling around...or a tumor. Basically, if it gets smaller or goes away in the next couple of weeks, it's just some foreign matter that got in there (if it's natural, it may just get absorbed by his body; otherwise, we may have to get it cut out). He also sent us home with some info about this genetic nerve disorder that involves tumors, but made us promise not to freak out or anything, since it's just a possibility. It's not bothering Caspian, even when we touch it, which is a good sign. Please praypraypraypraypray until his appointment next month.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

This afternoon Caspian found and brought me the thing I asked for from across the room!
He was playing with his Noah figure, carrying it around, when I realized I needed to make a phone call. He was the last one to have my phone, so I asked him where it was. He looked around and spotted it on the table. I said, "May I have it please? Go get Mommy's phone!" And he did! He walked over, picked it up, brought it back to me, and put it in my hand! I was astonished and sooo proud of him.

Incidentally, I also discovered a way to get him to drink water when he doesn't feel like it. We keep squirt bottles around the house for disciplining the cats, and Caspian likes to shake them and watch the water. Last night, he brought the living room bottle over to me and set it down, so I twisted open the nozzle and sprayed it into the air so he could see the water. Then I sprayed it in his mouth, and his face lit up. He'd swallow quickly and open his mouth for more! After a while, I got tired of it (I had been reading before the waterfest started), so I screwed the nozzle shut and put down the bottle. He picked it up and put it back in my lap, so I set it down he picked it up and put it back in my lap! At least he's getting hydrated...

I've been busy on the MK front. Had my third $1,000 week last week and just got my latest inventory order in with all the new holiday goodies...ooohh, yummy.

My parents got back a couple of weeks ago from their trip to California to visit my older brother. He works at Disney in the Consumer Products Division, and he sent back with my parents some of the baby-geared products that "didn't make it," including some Baby Einstein software. Mom just brought it over, so we haven't tried it yet.

Last thing. Here's my mom's makeover that I promised to post:

Thursday, September 06, 2007

follow-up to Applebee's story
Plus, my letter to the editor got printed!

I was trying to give Caspian some practice walking in shoes instead of barefoot, but he cried bloody murder! He just sat in the hallway tugging at the Velcro, grunt-screaming in frustration. You know that noise, like when you're trying to push or pull something with all your might and it's not moving and you're really ticked-off? Kind of like labor? I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that he desperately needs a nap...

Lunch was an adventure today, too. He ate green beans, grapes, bites of my sandwich, and some water. Even if his mouth was full, he started grunting and whining when he saw me eat my sandwich without him. He made this weird chuckle sound while chewed, too, like "If I can finish soon, Mommy will put more in my mouth!" I took lots of pics and video, since I'm trying to record his everyday doings (for posterity).

a fun driveway experiment