Mr. Tinypants II

Noah looks like one of those baby dolls they sell in the back of women's magazines - perfect little fingers and a gorgeous little rosebud mouth!


But then, he wakes up, and he's like: "I have something to tell yoooooooo...."


I'm going to meet him next Wednesday - I honestly can't wait.

Note to self and sisters:

If you're wearing a skirt, you can't see the pedals to get the clips on. This is not good and causes weaving and near-misses in traffic. Uncool.

Yesterday I called Tanya to wish her a happy birthday and at the climax of my yodling, squawking rendition, the voice-mail system thought I'd pressed a key...part of my song was the exact tone of, say, the star key. I had to start over.

Also, and perhaps most importantly, I am just aching to meet the little snicker-doodle. I can't believe I haven't held him yet - he's already over a week old! I've missed his crazy, space-traveler newborn eyes (I am so peeved about this), and rumor has it that he's already starting to pudge out. Baby pudge!

Oh, and Jess:

"Sweet Jersey Cow" Rice Pudding

1 c. Jasmine rice
6 c. whole milk
1/2 c. sugar
1 tsp. butter
1 something of salt
(then cinnamon, cardamom, mace, whatever)

Bring milk and other stuff to a LOW boil.
Add rice, and turn down heat.
Stir occasionally until done - but remember it thickens considerably, so...


stop cooking early!

We ride the Big Mac!

BEFORE: It was freezing, and I was freaked!


DURING: Somewhere along the Lake Michigan coast. It was a lovely day, the course was relatively flat but surprisingly windy...making even downhills a bit of a push. I was not the only fat-ass biker, it was delightful!


AFTER: 25 miles and time for hot dogs. When Alexis was a youth, she biked ten miles and ate twelve hot dogs. I was expecting at least fifteen this time. Alas, we could only really handle one each...smaller capacity is a sad, sad sign of age and decrepitude.


We took the ferry to Mackinaw island and toured the fort - we heard cannons and rifles and listened to the staff musician go on at length about bugle calls. It rocked.


At six in the morning, we lined up with 398 other bikers and caught the dawn at the peak of the Mighty Mac bridge (50 years old this year). Again, freezing. After our ride, we lined up and waited to ride the slowboat back to the mainland.


400 bikes + 400 riders

Mutual admiration society

(He looks like he's pausing thoughtfully before explaining the effect of the US credit crisis on Asian markets.)

How's school going?

Fine, now that I've got my low-tech iPod.

I hear the ocean.

Duckling

Okay, admit it - he's the most beautiful baby ever.
Lookit his little butt!

Please note:

Babies come out of their pans easier if you don't overcook 'em.

(Don't worry, they serve up nice and plump.)




(It's funny that there's a time in our lives that all we have to do is eat, sleep, and poop...and then suddenly, we're attempting to wade through a bad translation of Karl Popper at 11pm on a Monday night. How does this happen?)

Noah - the littlest bean

Look at his little blue hands and his little round belly!

He's out!

At three in the morning, 9/10/07, Noah Edwin arrived. I can't wait to see the pictures of his pruney little face!

I've never had a new member of the family before, I am beyond excited and really much happier than I ever thought I'd be.

Jess was so peppy right until the due date (which was a week and a half ago), and she looked so beautiful through her pregnancy. I felt so surprisingly delicate and protective towards her when I saw her last - a way I don't usually feel about my 5'11" older sister - she thanked me for coming to help out, said it was so sweet to be doing so much for the baby...and I realized that it wasn't doing for the baby, it was for my sister. "I'm excited to meet the baby, but I knew you first."

I know I may eat my words when I see his little, pink, freshly-hatched body later this month...my bet is that I'm going to fall head over heels into nibbly, shnoogly love with that little steamed bun, and that I'm going to spend years of my life happily wondering about his filling - "Are you a barbeque pork bun? A red bean paste bun? Maybe lotus paste??"

But I say this to both of my shnizters: I like meeting the all interesting people we all find (or create) in the world, it's always fascinating...but I knew and loved you first - you'll always be my favorites.