Palette-Swap Ninja, whom I have never heard of before, is a parody band who focus on geek culture. This year, in honor of the 40th anniversary of Star Wars: A New Hope and the 50th Anniversary of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band they did what anyone would naturally do — mashed up the two.
A few weeks ago, Rasa told me she wanted to buy Monki a potty.
Now, Monki was a few weeks shy of 9 months old at the time and, being an American, where potty training doesn’t usually start until sometime after 18 months or so, I figured she was a little early, no matter how smart or clever our baby was. Continue reading
Science and art coming together to create beautiful and practical things.
If this has inspired you at all, turns out Robert J. Lang has a YouTube channel with talks and tutorials. As soon as I have spare time again, I’m going to try my hand at this. I have a feeling it’ll be very zen.
“Once they hit 6 months, they start doing all sorts of weird things.”
Aside from the fact this was said in Lithuanian and had to be translated for me, it was rather reassuring news. Especially when it comes from a baby neurologist. Continue reading
I guess 6 months marks a specific milestone in the little one’s development. At least it does for me. I know she’s doing new things every day, getting stronger and developing more of her personality, but for some reason, the arbitrary reaching of 6 months is significant. Continue reading
As you may or may not know, our dear Monki eats pretty well. Rasa makes all of her meals from scratch (not the Carl Sagan creating the universe type of scratch, but from raw materials). She’ll boil up grains and relatively fresh vegetables, get them nice and soft and then puree them into a baby friendly porridge by adding milk and heat (side note – if you want to do this at home, and you’re getting a hand blender, get the 700w model – the 520w just ain’t strong enough. We burned out 2 motors before discovering this fact). Continue reading
So… Monki is 6 months old. About 9 months ago, I wrote about having a short time where my likes could totally overwrite hers, and that as she grew, she’d start to develop her own tastes and preferences.
I just didn’t expect it to start so soon. Continue reading
It all started in 1955 with a misprint in a Colorado newspaper and a call to Col. Harry Shoup’s secret military hotline. Shoup played along with the tiny voice who called, and a tradition was born. And it continues to this day – every year you can track Santa through NORAD.