Costumage

talkin bout my girls...my girls
From the top we have; a bunny (the third one in the house these days), Lyra Belacqua in her winter attire, and a sheepie with whiskers.

There. Done. What a cute little black sheepie nose! 🙂
I ‘ant whiskews.
What?
I ‘ant whiskews.
But honey, Sheepies don’t have whiskers?
[pointing to the extreme hemispheres of her cheeks] Looong ones.
Ok…whiskers it is.

MOM! [running to tell] Daddy’s putting whiskers on Emma!!!
[from afar-loud] Daddy?! Sheepies don’t have whiskers!
[to afar-loud] This one does!
[from afar] Ok.

Another choice moment came at one of the first houses we hit up for candy.

Emma…uh Sheepie…What do you say when they open the door?
[door opens and holding out her punkin bag]
Pleeeeeze!

She got lots of candy.

Two singers

I kept the girls up tonight to watch, with me, an historic speech. After an unexpectedly quick resolution to an expansive campaign season spanning nearly all of Emma’s little lifetime I felt the levity and import of this event should not be superseded by a mere bedtime.
The important elements were not lost on either of them: Abby inquired as to how those girls earned a puppy and Emma made a frank and honest observation based on a lifetime of experience with the performance arts;

He has two singers.

Yes We Can.

Yes he does and…
Yes We Can.

Seven thousand words

In an effort at maximizing the transfer of information I have decided to make this a pictorial post.
If a picture is worth 1000 words then this should be a humdinger. This chronicles the past three weeks or so.

A girl after my own heart.
In the waning days of summer Emma proves corn is no match for a determined tooth.

HeyHeyHey! Look it's ReRun!
Abby picks her clothes a week ahead of time and then sometimes modifies her choices depending on her daily mood. This went to school and you know…either way she’s stylin.

Lullaby League
Emma keeps things in perspective: Potty training? ‘I don wanna.’, Dancing? ‘where’s the music?’

Tic Tacs!
It’s hard to say which part she likes the most: Tic Tacs or Baway.

toofless in Seattle
Abby has been losing this tooth for nigh onto two months now…since before it was really loose at all. Through dogged determination and a fair amount of tooth grinding (ach, it’s like two bricks rubbing together I tell ya…gives me shivers) she plucked it out with her tongue on 10/2. She was very proud…and she kept it. She wears it around her neck in a plastic tooth necklace she got from her teacher at school.

This past weekend we went to visit The AmboyObserver and had a great time. Especially the girls who batted their eyes – literally – and convinced me to fill our new van with two little bunnies for the ride home. These pictures are pre-convinced pictures. I will have post-convinced pictures up later I am sure…maybe after I finish constructing the rabbit tractor that will be their home.
Abby uttered the classic line “Thanks Daddy! And they were FREE TOO!”
One bunny
Two bunny
Abby named her brown bunny Nishi.
Emma named her white bunny (with dark ears) Agirlbunny.

Note: the bunnies (and the ticks…yay!) that came home with us are not pictured. Those pictures were somehow corrupted so I will have to get some new shots when I can.

Black Ruby

A little history:

We have a Roomba Red, a robotic vacuum that is red. Or rather we have a formerly-robotic and rather inert piece of red plastic that is indeed referred to as Ruby Dumbo.

Ruby Dumbo, may she rest in peace.

The name came about in something of a bidding war for names between myself and the older mermaid when she was not so ‘older’. Neither bid won outright and so the aforementioned, aforeworking, aforerobotic vacuum was named.

Along came another mermaid who, incidentally, has never known a day without robots [ok that is just weird]. Despite this life-long familiarity, she hasn’t lost the innate sensibility to be distrustful of the little thing that moves on it’s own and lacks a certain mammalian nurturing tendency. In fact, only recently has the wee mermaid been able to stay perched on the couch by herself while Ruby Dumbo doth clean. And she hath cleaned very well I might add.
>>|  Fast forward to current day.

Ruby Dumbo is now aforementioned and the service her little red exoskeleton so dutifully provided is sorely missed. So The Daddy jumped at the chance to introduce more time-sapping technology into a 21st century house…all in the name of time savings. Another story might be the historical view [in 50+ years] of all the time burned up with ‘time-saving’ technology. Another story I say, because this is not one of them.

Enter Black Ruby Dumbo, Black Ruby for short.

She's not a pirate...but she plays one on TV.

She isn’t mean, she’s just black and she does some things above and beyond Ruby Dumbo (besides vacuuming). She can self-dock (going to bed), adjust her height for floor conditions, not get tangled in tassles or cords, bring me coffee in the morning with cream and sugar, and project-manage the washer and dryer. But beyond all that, the most impactful thing for The Mermaids is that she talks.

I had only just opened her box (literally only opened the top) and Emma bolted for the couch with intent. She looked on in eerie fascination from a safe distance, asking whether she talked up until we woke her up. And talk she did. Black Ruby gave a little demo of the things she can do and then the lines were smudged to a smoky shade of gray as Emma began [still from the couch mind you] to have a conversation with Black Ruby.

Black Ruby…I have…look…at my…blue…toe..nails…Black Ruby.

Not much later, and with only a little hesitation she petted Black Ruby on her…shell [?]. It seems Black Ruby is part of the family now with all due respect to her predecessor Ruby Dumbo, may she rest in one piece.

Post Parade

Last weekend I did my slowest ride ever. Good thing too because I was pulling two princesses on our custom made float.

Long story short: Abby got aced out of being in the River Days Parade with her dance troupe (the troupe decided to skip the parade this year) so when I got an invitation from the neighborhood program I jumped at the chance…on one condition. I had to ride my bike in it.
This allowed me to pull the girls in the bike trailer (Ang’s condition was that Emma be strapped in so she wouldn’t just stand up and walk off the back of the thing). This meant we had to get creative with the trailer, running it in “flat” mode and with some tulle and Ang’s deft hand it became a pretty decent little float at about 23:00 the night before. For that matter Ang did most of the hard work as I had to be on site 2 hours before the parade started to get queued up with the group. She got the mermaids dressed in their (current) favorite princess outfits and they sat atop the float waving their hearts out.

In a couple of these shots you can see Abby’s hand near her face. She was plugging her ears because the SeaFair Pirate Cannon was only 10 floats back. The report from that thing is, let’s just say, convincing.

two ghosts!...er Princesses!

elbow elbow wrist wrist wrist

The Belle of the Ball

I thought it was funny to watch the crowd react to the thundering cannon everytime it went off. You could almost see the speed of sound in the wave of reactions of the onlookers down the parade route.