Obligatory New Year's post

Resolutions and all...

1) Every 1-3 weeks, from now until the shopping is done, I will research one class of baby product and determine if I have a definite preference or non-preference for a particular make or model. January is Car Seat Month.

2) Each month this year, I will add something to my SCA performance repertoire that is not instrumental music and which I am proud to perform. January is Dirty Anglo-Saxon Riddles Month.

(Incidentally, I'm not unaware of the tension between the opinions I expressed on art and accessibility for church and for the SCA. My rationale or rationalization is that the SCA is supposedly an educational organization.)

Quote of the Day

"Go. I'll keep an eye on things here."

"Unless you get distracted by a new idea or something shiny."

"New ideas are shiny. That's why they're so hard to resist."

- Robots Dvorak and Qwerty in Freefall.

(Persistent link.)

Arm Fall Off Boy and Friends

A list of the ten lamest superheroes of all time. Even Aquaman is too cool for this crowd, which features Matter Eater Lad (he can eat anything!), Dogwelder (welds dogs to the faces of villains!), and Arm Fall Off Boy (beats bad guys with his detachable left arm!). I hypothesize that drugs must have been involved in some of these.

A paradox

Good advice: "Buy a car seat that fits your baby."

Good law: Thy baby shalt not leave the hospital in a car unless that car have a car seat installed for thy baby.

Resulting problem: Finding a car seat that fits an unborn baby. O.o

Maybe the "fits your baby" advice is for when you're switching from an infant seat to a bigger seat? Most newborns fit into a fairly well-defined size envelope, which the infant seats encompass.

It's... a baby!

Today was the 20-week sonogram. That's the "girl or boy?" sonogram.

Answer to the question: It's stubborn, that's what it is. (Wonder where it got that from?) Despite the prodding of the technician, Spud kept its legs firmly folded to its abdomen, modestly blocking any view of its genitals.

In related news, I think the "muscle twitches" from last night were actually Baby's First Kicks. 'Cause they're back again tonight. I have to go with the "feels like gas" camp, rather than the more poetic "brush of a butterfly's wing" camp. (Actually, it feels like... you know how after working out, sometimes your muscles do that happy stretchy "pop" thing? Maybe it's just me... anyway, like that.)