Costumization

Spotted today:

available from Zoogster

Now us, we're going with the kidosaurus. (And though mommy is tempted to opt for something a bit piratical, she thinks she'll go ahead and refrain. For now.)

Copyconomicx

Colbert does the math.

Seasonally Engaged

Light blogging abaft and abeam; we brought in a pumpkin carving ringer.

You killed it!

Fall Annuals

Two of my favorite fall traditions are the Ig Nobel Prizes and the Neiman Marcus Christmas Book. 2006 does not disappoint.

This year's Ig Nobel winners include such gems as "Consequences of Erudite Vernacular Utilized Irrespective of Necessity: Problems with Using Long Words Needlessly," "Termination of Intractable Hiccups with Digital Rectal Massage, " and "Ultrasonic Velocity in Cheddar Cheese as Affected by Temperature."

This year's NM Christmas Book includes:

• a Virgin Galactic 6-person Charter to Space ($1,764,000.00)


• a 7' tall pencil skyscraper ($40,000.00) and


• an Extreme Backyard Water Park (starting at $100,000.00)

Calgon Take Me Away

It's been that kind of couple of days. If you were one of the people at Gate 8, San Jose Airport, yesterday at 4:10 p.m., I'm not sure if I should apologize or ask why the hell you didn't toss crumpled 10's and 20's into my open carry-on as due compensation for the performance art provided by the preboarding spectacle that was:

• me;


• my unnapped child, kicking like fury under my right arm, mostly horizontal but partially upside down, wet, and angry;


• our stroller, unladen with child but bearing carry-ons annoyingly lightened by the gulag that was Norman Y. Mineta San Jose International security, ultimately breaking free, careening into the side of the jetway en route to the plane, dumping its contents right on cue; and


• the Southwest ground crew member who thought it perfectly reasonable under such circumstances to have me sign something related to gate-checking the stroller.

Once we boarded the plane my portable hurricane transformed into Mr. Sunshine, go figure. And, almost three years old and done nursing for some time, tonight, half asleep, he made me go dig out his old nursing pillow and install it in its formerly useful position, "around your tummy!," before he'd turn in. He didn't climb up on it, just wanted to know it was there. It's impossible to hold a grudge against such a creature.