Daddytypes had a link today about how to make your own board book. See, 18 month old kids have a tendency to rip the flimsy paper pages favored by most book publishers, so there's an entire subsection in the kids section of the bookstore for books whose pages are able to withstand the awsome power of the little fingers. The problem is that they're usually a little too cutesy. Thankfully this handy guide shows you how to make your own board book where you can substitue cute and fuzzy bunnies with the members of Led Zepplin or replace baby chicks with the films of Quentin Tarantino. Go nuts!
In other Do-It-Yourself news, we're thinking of installing a ceiling fan in the kids room. It's the only room in the apartment without an air conditioner which isn't usually a problem as it's pretty small and we've got two fans going in there to suck in some of the cool air from the living room. But becuase it's been so hot recently and because we need to close his door in order for him to stay asleep past 5:30 in the morning it's been sweltering in there. We'll put the kid down for a nap in just a diaper and he'll still be sweating. I found this How-To guide at This Old House's website.
There's a great magazine, called Make, that's been on my amazon wish list for a while (hint, hint) that features articles that teach you how to make everything from a potato gun to you own robotic vacuum cleaner. They have a blog too, which, OMG, has a link to the board book DIY. We're through the looking glass, people.
I have a habit of seeing Al Franken on my birthday. (OK, so twice isn't really a habit but you know what I mean). The first time was the day I turned 19. Some girl (I forget her name, she was Jordan's friend) wanted to go stand outside the Grammy's to gawk at celebrities. I had never seen a celebrity before so I tagged along. Sure enough, along with several musical and non-musical famous people, I waved to Al Franken and he waved back.
A few years later, I was going to DC on the Delta Shuttle for work (on my birthday) and I literally ran into Al Franken on my way into the terminal.
So why am I telling you this? Other than for you to feel pity for me because I'm doing things like standing outside the Grammy's and going on business trips on my birthday rather than celebrating with loved ones? Because I saw Al Franken today! I was riding my bike to work (I do that now, by the way) and we crossed paths. We crossed paths because he was riding the WRONG way on the 72nd street thru-way (which usually pisses me off) and I said "Hey - Al Franken" when he passed. I know, it's not a particularly coherent thing to say, but what do you want from me? I was out of breath from all the bike riding.
This picture was taken in Michele's Mom's basement. Michele reminded me of the day we were walking on Seventh Avenue and she found this cement Great Dane (it's since been painted) and lugged it home so she could give it to her mom. Now Frankie thinks it's a rocking horse (not unlike the pictures I've seen of Michele riding the living, breathing version of this statue that used to live in that house). It all comes full circle, people.
I'm off from work today. It's the first of five "summer fridays" I'll have in the next few months. Summer fridays are pretty common in a lot of companies - some people have half days - some don't go in at all on Fridays, etc. Well, I don't know if it's because of summer friday's or I just happened upon a SAHD-y area of town (Stay At Home Dad) but there were lots of daddies out in the park today. They outnumbered the mommies (but not the nannies - it's hard to outnumber the nannies anywhere on the Upper East Side). The following were the four distinct sociological daddy-types I observed today (Who knows? Maybe one of them was even THE daddytypes.)
Pretty boy: There was a latino guy who was perfectly groomed and coiffed. It was a fairly hot and muggy day and he wasn't sweating at all. At one point, his kid wanted pretty boy to pick him up and he said, "Not now, son, you're hands are all dirty."
Sensitive New Age Guy: He was in his late 30's or early 40's and almost completely bald. Skinny (like a runner) with loafers and cargo shorts. He was actually wearing a Team Revlon charity walk for curing some lady-disease t-shirt. I wonder what happened to his manhood? His daughter had a matching seersucker dress/hat outfit on.
Show off: This guy was young, fairly attractive, obviously athletic (grey t-shirt, soccer shorts, sneakers) and he kept on running through the sprinklers (which are clearly just for the kids) and then wiping his face with the front of his shirt and exposing everyone in the park to his six pack.
Average Joe: He was non-descript. Brown-ish hair, average height, slightly overweight. He looked kind of out of place in his shorts, sweat socks, loafers and polo shirt (in some shade of pink). He was pushing a non-flashy, cheap Graco stroller and kind of blended into the background. Maybe he's visiting from the suburbs? Seriously, who does he think he is? Graco stroller!