Cards, anyone?

I ordered four decks of the previously mentioned Desjgn Cards, in Gray Moonstone, Black Opal, Green Emerald, and Orange Coral. I'm wishing I'd gone for some Purple Spinel and Brown Topaz as well, but maybe in the future... because the current six decks of plastic playing cards in the house is not enough should I ever decide to open a casino in my so-uncluttered basement.

Anyway, for the first two days of his life Kiernan had no name. This was because Lara and I couldn't decide between the names Kiernan and Quinn. Now we're pretty sure of the names of both of the upcoming twins, but Quinn fell off the list of favourites long ago isn't even an option for either the boy or the girl.

The other day Lara casually mentions "Too bad we don't like the name Quinn anymore."
"Why's that?" I asked.
"Kiernan, Quinn, and Juliette - K Q J"
Blank stare from me.
"King Queen Jack?" she offered.
"I understand that. I was just thinking how I suddenly like the name Quinn again."

Unfortunately it's apparently not an option anymore.

I bought an iPod Touch on Thursday and downloaded a bunch of free apps. One was a game called Jelly Car. The controls are simple - touch the left side of the screed to go left, the right side of the screen to go right, and tap the car to grow or shrink it.

So yesterday, when Kiernan was acting up at his great-grandmother's, and we forgot to bring books or toys to distract him. I whipped out Jelly Car to show him. Because the controls are so simple, Kiernan played his first video game AND got a high score. Sure, it was on an easy level in which no weird physics puzzles are involved, but that's pretty good for a two and a half year old.

Bite-strength exceeding his actual weight...

As a piece of food approaches your mouth, you can generally preconceive the degree of softness and adjusts how hard you're going to bite down to penetrate it.

Whether it's a marshmallow or a piece of chewy beef, however, a two and a half year old apparently bites down as hard as he can to get his teeth through as fast as possible. If dad's finger happens to be in there a, it is painful as hell.

Of course, since biting is not allowed, Kiernan was inconsolable - despite being told it was an accident and telling him the throbbing digit was okay (lie to your children, everyone!) he sobbed for at least ten minutes. You'd think I bit him.

You set up a blog post half a year in advance...

... and then discover youtube's doing the same thing as you.

So now I look like I'm copying youtube.

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¡oʇ ʇǝƃ oʇ sƃuıɥʇ "lɹıƃ" ǝsoɥʇ ʇnoqɐ lɐnuɐɯ ǝuǝıƃʎɥ ǝloɥʍ ɐ s,ǝɹǝɥʇ puɐ ɹǝʇɥƃnɐp ɐ ƃuıʌɐɥ ɯ,ı 'dɐɹɔ ʎloɥ -
¡ɯǝɥʇ puıɥǝq sǝıɹoʇs unɟ ǝɥʇ ǝsnoɥ ǝɥʇ ɯoɹɟ pǝʇɔıʌǝ ƃuıǝq ʎllnɟǝɔɹoɟ ǝɹɐ ɥɔıɥʍ ǝuıɯ ɟo sƃuıɥʇ -
¡ǝlqɐɯɯɐɹƃoɹdǝɹ sı uıɐɹq uɐɯnɥ ǝɥʇ -

:uoos ƃuıɯoɔ ʇnq ˙˙˙ɯǝɥʇ ǝʇıɹʍ ʎllɐnʇɔɐ oʇ ǝɯıʇ ǝlʇʇıl ooʇ ǝʞıl slǝǝɟ ʇɐɥʍ puɐ '(ʇɹɐd-ıʇlnɯ ǝɯos) sɐǝpı ʇsod ƃolq ɟo suoʇ