cleanup on mental aisle three My dear husband finally set up the highchair, since the baby is quite interested in all things food, making it inadvisable to have her on your lap during meals, although she insists on being included in adult mealtimes in some fashion. Anyway, the Boo loves her new chair, and will sit in it with a serious, jowl-y look, pounding her fist on the plastic tray, like a little CEO pounding a mohogany conference table while giving an impassioned lecture on fiscal solvency. The Long Winters concert was awesome.They are so happy and bouncy. When they were setting up, I ran up to the stage, pushing through the eagerly-waiting, thrift-store-clad college kids, and called out to my uncle: "John! Autograph my baby!" I don't know if that will enhance his image or not. But we got backstage, where Juniper really enjoyed the concert until she fell soundly asleep after the third song. It seems that they have some pretty dedicated fans. Lots of people were singing along, seeming to know all the lyrics by heart, unless they had them written on the backs of their hands or something. Some girl had baked them vegan cupcakes and brought them up to the stage. I guess that's better than throwing your bra at them. Cupcakes are much tastier. Speaking of the music business, my aunt tells me that my semi-uncle Michael "Duff" McKagan has a new band called Velvet Revolver. I thought I had heard that rumor. He really can't get out of the firearm-themed bands, apparently. |