Random ramblings

When explaining to Karin why a BLT is called that, she said "But then the lettuce has to be after the bacon, and then the tomato!", referring to the current layering of her sandwich being bacon-tomato-lettuce. And yes, I explained that it only refers to the things that are in there, not the sequence in which they have to be applied :)

Translation/vertaling:
Obsessief, misschien?
Toen ik aan Karin had uitgelegd waarom een BLT (een sandwich met gebakken spek, sla en tomaat) zo heet, zei ze "Maar dan moet de sla na het spek, en dan pas de tomaat!", wijzend op de volgorde in haar huidige sandwich, spek-tomaat-sla. En ja, ik heb uitgelegd dat de letters alleen zeggen wat er in zit, niet de volgorde waarin ze moeten worden toegepast :)

Must have been one helluva hungry snake!


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gaming-geekiness warning....

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This Sunday, on a whim, we decided to stop in at IKEA. We were heading back to Boston, literally passing by the store, and needed to get some lunch anyway. Might as well stop there (rather than at some greasy fastfood place) and have a brief (HA!) look at the loft beds for A's room.
I'm all in for shopping, especially IKEA :) Of course, A didn't like the idea at all ("Can't I just stay in the car?") and J was a little reluctant given his general mall-avoidant tendencies. K was just happy to get out of the car.

So, despite having read the IKEA Survival Guide, J, A, K and I took the exit to Stoughton.

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I wish I'd taken a picture. But the urge to help our poor cat was stronger than the one to grab the camera.
But the image of our orange cat with a bright green lollipop stuck to his back/belly/side is not easy to forget. With a look of intense horror in his eyes. Somehow, Karin had managed to stick her lollipop to him. Probably not quite what she had in mind, but it was now quite stuck. We ended up holding him partially in the bathroom sink, splashing warm water over the sticky mess until it dissolved enough to gently pull off.

Sigh.

Makes me fear what she'll think of next. And yet, I can't help but laugh too. In hindsight it was quite funny.

I don't know how they do it, but there was a turtle on the bank of the Muddy river, digging a hole for her eggs. Almost to the day a year after I saw turtles last June. It looked like a snapping turtle as well, so we only stopped and looked; I definitely did NOT take Karin out of the back-seat. Her tendency to want to pet any and all creatures A runner who had also stopped to look peeked, but said there were no eggs in there (yet). Soon, probably.
This was, of course, in addition to our daily routine of admiring all the geese in this park (the muddy river bike path runs through a wonderful, watery, lusciously green part of the Emerald Necklace). Especially the 15 little goslings that we saw grow from yellow wandering fuzzballs to the now brownish awkward teenagers. Karin loves to count them all, totally oblivious that she's counting the sames ones multiple times, and that for some reason she always skips "vier" [four in Dutch]. But only in Dutch. In English it's always there :) We've even fed the geese families one day; we had stopped to admire them, and there was a very generous father with his 2 boys who gave Karin some of their bread to feed them too. Interactions like that renew my trust in humanity.
Ah, I love spring.
Well, except for the disgustingly icky humid heatwave we're having. 30°C + 95% humidity = me not functional. But even then, I love my morning commute. It's wonderful to be able to show normal things like a park, geese, birds and water to her, talk to her about them, and point out things as we ride. She looks around, says "hi" to anybody and everybody we ride by; she sometimes sings behind me, absorbs the scenery and daily changes, comments on the many cars in sections of our ride, or on the throngs of people we pass when there is a Red Sox game. And this morning she was showing it all to our stow-away: one of her plastic dinosaurs that had made it into the bike somehow, after I had explained to her we can't take her friends with us. To her credit, she held on to it tightly, and did not lose it once. Having to share it at daycare was another story though...